The old days..

 

The old days

Loom up nostalgic

Or fearfully..

Arisings

With stories

Claiming times past

With its light 

And clouds of 

Dust..

Powerful memories 

Reaching back 

Seemingly with

Longing and love..

No knowing of

This mystery...

The nature buff..

 

Nature

Not definable 

Appears as

Definable 

Forces and forms..

Naming

Separating

Understanding..

Non dual

Narration for the

Nature buff... 

Resonance with Nothing...

 

Resonance

With nothing

May seen

Impossible..

Yet

All else seems

As beautiful

Commentaries...

Neutrality

 

Neutrality

Is that swath

Within which

Boundaries

Appear lost..

But the swath

Seems to retain

Its boundaries..

Neutrality 

A name for

A pseudo peace...

Movies and stardom..

 

Movies

Project 

Separation's glory

And missteps..

And

Seem the reality

With nothing

Projecting..

Characters galore

Not knowing 

Their stardom...

Nothing right or wrong..

 

There

Is nothing right

Or wrong about

What was said..

A common 

Addendum

By a speaker..

Which assigns

What is said 

To an infinite

Bin of equally 

Empty stories..

Suggesting

Equality...

To stall on a concept...

 

To stall

On a concept

Is to be

Trapped..

The flow of

What is happening

Seems interrupted

As the concept

Pedestals itself..

Fundamentally

Assigning a filter

For a starring role

In what is

Already

Happening...