Author Archives: Ruben Laukkonen

when you see with the eyes of the heartthe cave of truth opens to youand you will find that it has no wallsand you will find the darknessradiant

cold mountain creekscontain the entire pathall around—the truth is laid bareif you are naked

both alive and deadlife at the edge—all is manifest and free

seduced by truthgod swallows himselfa trembling awe at the unfathomable magnificence of existence gate gate paragate parasamgate, bodhi svaha

beyond all desirewe encounter the ineffableand it strikes the heart of all thingsfree to be what they arepeace blossomsnaturally

the rainbow of lifeis self-spontaneousthe balanced mindneed not reach for it

silence restingno scales to balancepreferences forgottenthis and that have nowhere to landwhen time has no place to stand

laughing with someone you loveconquers timeconquers warsand conquers deathlaughing with someone you loveis diving into the ocean after rolling in mudis drinking ice tea in the desertis meeting your guruis timeless laughing with someone you love is a hair’s breadth from enlightenment

it is marvellousthe existence of thingsespecially those that liveperhaps we marvelled ourselves into existenceenthralled by our own geniuswe dove into a painting

untie the knot in your heartand remember the child that you areremember running wildjust to find the best tree to climbor the best hill to roll downor the feeling of diving into wateryou still love it even nowonly you have forgottenthe innocent scent of freedom

to pass through to lovewe must be quiet enoughand vulnerable enoughto hear the melody of our pain

the tender wayis the way of fearless humilitymeeting life through the body and heartforgetting abovenessforgetting belownessforgetting even beyondnessat home with thingsand people

we cup mist in our hands as it if it were diamondsslipping through our fingers we fumble for solid ground

even if you cast me outinto a cardboard boxa solitary cellor a bed with a disintegrating brainI will share with you my heartI will give my bodyin exchange for truthand for the light of existenceI will take the leap over the edgeand find the featherbedor bed of nailsI do not know even a second moreandContinue reading “solitary”

to touch that partthat hidden gemstoneburied beneath worryburied beneath fearburied beneath prideto touch that partsavoureach thingeach pulse of the senseseach thought a treasureeach impulse a godeach arising a releaseand sowhat art thou?but a masterpiece

If only I could writemyself out of this poemit might ring true

serenity in beingthe simplest thingthe nothing at our corethe wellspring of our lore no tale of transcendenceno precious awakeningjust a homage to our soulempty and serene

I rejoice that we played this gameof hide and seekfor the stormit was a showerthe fireit was a heaterthe painit was a loverand freedomwas the soundof a doorbell…from within my home

it’s okay to put the world aside now and then to remember your place in the garden never once exiled never once leaving home

everything being of one substancewhich is no-substanceand seeing that every speck of dust is floating spacewhat can we hold onto?

tell me, is there a story within you? what does it say, about what you ought to be? do you remember tearing those pages out of a book somewhere? when did they turn to stone and become so heavy? well, it’s good fortune then that you’re unable to carry… anything at all

do we really need to prove anything at all? come home, my dear there’s no shame in the simple the wilderness is right here

with this cage of ribs with this narrow mindwith these churning thoughtsa sharp sword through a gentle stream—  I pretend to cut the oceanI pretend to imprison the heart 

when tomorrowhas my hearttodayis a sorrow away

there is a stillness insidewhere an earthquake could notshake the edges of your smile

look back and it’s gonelook forward and you’ve become an actorlook straight ahead and assume a posture that is serenely availabletruth is total abandon to what must beit is courage itselffor what is courage but a step forward into a moment without a shape?a fish in a net is as good as dead

laying bare on granitethe sound of the waterfall fills the entire universewhere is there such thing as a problem?

  it is wise not to love someone too much while they are still alivelove them instead each time that they die in your armseyes on eyes, hands in handstake moments to die together each day

  oh how the stars draw us out from the mud of our original homestasting fine wine and aged cheese, we lock ourselves in time we polarise and we jeopardise our innocence for projections of better lives:a greener garden, a deeper love, a bigger bank of plastic paper and kings and queens and untold horrors,Continue reading “an ode to apes in tuxedos”