Internal Blitzkrieg.

Sever the hook, cut the line,

sink the sinker, 

Destroy the roof, burn the walls, 

kill the thinker, 

Just another blinker on the

downside against it

all, 

Flipside up, but neither up

nor down, silence the voice before

it sounds the call. 

Drown the clown that thinks

its' something more, 

Demand, but what demands? Feeling

that pain of an open sore,

Constant, the jagged self cuts deep

to the core.

Shatter the pillars of the endless

lie, 

Stare down the program and will

it all to die, 

Will the house to the ground and

set the gazeless to the sky.

True beneath what only runs skin

deep, 

Bloodless wheeping but nothing left

to keep, 

Silent, spoken, no longer broken, a

wolf to herd the sheep...Go back to

sleep.

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

3/30/2013

Crimson.

Spaces near, scattered,
clear,
Round-a-bout, sneer,
tempting fear,

Pricks the needle, surfacing,
Adrenal gland engage,
racing,
Tracing, pounding, chasing,

Shot, undone, Latent one,
Sever focus, trashed, they
run,
Which way up, it was
done,

Ashes and blood, skin
broken, crimson
flood,
Life's infused adamant, beauty
in the mud,

Pain, framed in mind, frame
of mind stained,
Strain, alive in a blink of
death, difference trained,

Beneath the surface, flowing,
pumping purpose in crimson
flood,
Pricked, spaces near, scattered
clear, just blood...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
3/30/2013

Joining.

Treasure, but what
measure?
Coming and going, fleeting
pleasure,
But what measure?

Crown dislodged within,
Twitch, the throws, in death
again,
At least it knows, but grows
the pain.

But what measure? Seeking
lost treasure,
Rising and falling, fleeting
pleasure,
But what's the measure?

Sit alone and let the vultures
come,
Life, viral, truth escaping
some,
Let the vultures come.

Picking clean that bit of
the gate,
No entry, no escape, just
fate,
Through destruction the
fates create.

Constant, the only, in
change,
Just the same, just
rearrange,
Picking clean, released from
the cage.

But what measure? Seeking
dislocation from pleasure,
No need to seek the treasure...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
3/13/2013

Kalachakra.

Hurt, pain, lost,
insane,
Words, powerless?
Lost to craving, moving
back,
But stack against the
odds,
Demons and Gods make-shift
with their rods,
Prodding, poking, stoking
the flames,
In the center, given no
names,
Welcoming their aims, smiling,
never again playing their
games,
Tempted, but thirst no
more,
Battle worn, but no longer
sore,
Forgive, old friend, no
settling the score,
Seen, every visit, clean
and centered,
Whole, never again splintered,
Craving, gone, saving, won,
Dedicated to all,
Nothing to lift up, no one
to fall,
Uncovered, unfettered,
just a passing cloud,
Grounded in silence, so silent
its' loud,
Deafened legions of unsettled
mind,
Healing the suffering, giving
sight to the blind,
No one is left behind...
-Namaste-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Prajna.

In, out, up, down,
senses open, undercurrent
drown,
Unshaken diamond core,
untouched, unshaped by
rising periodic score.
Face of the sore upon the
faceless,
Empty, rising, up, down,
senses open, undercurrent,
it doesn't drown,
Gone, three times, and
three times more,
Unshaken, somewhere in
the core,
Unfazed, it moves no
more,
Faceless score, but
scoreless,
More or less, neither,
Not one, not two,
neither not one nor not
two,
Just me and you, shaping and
fading, but the shapeless,
nameless, changeless,
Motionless, motion, no pain,
nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose, no need
to choose,
No eye, no cry, no lie, straight
and true til the falsified die...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Anatta.

Not eye, that sensual
lie,
Empty, Self nowhere,
Somewhere? Over
there?
Not conducive, just
eight then fold,
forth and bold, but
moving not ahead,
Burning magnification
til the ant is dead,
Ignore not, methodical,
periodical,
Impossible? Logical?
Reason toward the
death of reason,
Maybe some other
season,
From the mid point,
the mid path,
There is no 'me' out
there,
Distant seeking what is
already found, lost
somewhere without
a sound,
Deep goes the ground...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Jhana.

Crept, unkempt, shape

in regress,

Progress, unstable, changing

the table, 

Settled eye, I see you, 

Anger passes completely

through, 

Fear, once lodged, dislodged,

the bullet, never dodged, 

Accepted with a smile, walk

a mile feels less than

an inch, 

Flinch? Dare you, make 

me, 

Minds eye, settled, no

horizon, this horizon,

free...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

03/11/2013