Something: The Poem…

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“Something”

[The Poem]

By

michael sean symonds

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Did you notice,

something is there.

Something simple and silent,

something awake and aware.

Something rarely noticed,

something ever at hand;

the timeless presence of Being

is already

there.

.

Did you notice,

something is there.

Something open and empty,

something fundamental and free.

Prior to words or notions,

prior to beliefs or ideas,

something naked and untouchable

is unmistakably

there.

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When you were born,

it was there.

When you were frightened,

it was there.

When you were confused and angry,

joyful or sad,

it was also,

always

there.

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Prior to philosophies of the mind,

it is ceaselessly there.

Without special effort,

Presence

is deliberately

there.

Beyond the sweet and sour,

beyond the ebb and flow.

Beyond thought or method,

beyond feeling or practice,

Presence

is precisely,

patiently,

plainly,

there.

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Did you notice

awareness is there,

simple and silent,

awake and aware.

Previously unnoticed,

immediately at hand,

something remarkable

is choicelessly,

undeniably,

there.

.

Did you notice

awareness is there,

something open and empty,

something fundamental

and free.

Prior to words and notions,

prior to beliefs and ideas,

awareness is thoughtlessly,

wordlessly,

obviously,

there.

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In the midst of all happening,

something is there.

Something still and silent

something spaciously aware.

Between bliss and anger,

between lust and joy,

something is irresistibly,

unquestionably

there.

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Did you notice,

nothing is there!

Nothing

becomes something,

something

becomes nothing.

Constantly clear,

alert,

and available,

something
perfectly precious

is spontaneously

there.

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Something is here that

is already aware,

between the “light” and the “dark”,

between the “in” and the “out”.

Without any search,

without any effort,

something is here

that is already

aware.

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Here by itself

behind the noise of knowledge.

Here by itself,

behind understanding.

Here by itself,

behind the noise of perception;

a sense of is-ness

is indescribably there;

the stillness of Being

that is already

aware.

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Who is that you

that is endlessly there,

the one that watches,

the one who is aware?

Naturally quiet,

innocently aware,

it’s the stainless you

who is here,

and surely

aware.

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Untouched by emotion

undivided by perception,

you’re free of thought and memory,

feeling and association.

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Fully awake,

alert,

and available,

it’s here by itself,

the ONE that’s aware.

Without need or motive,

without affirmation or care,

it’s here by itself,

the ONE that’s aware.

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In the midst of this now

you are here and aware;

undoubtedly always,

here and aware.

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Rest in the fact

you are here and aware;

always here,

always
aware.

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Settle in the joy

you are here and aware,

always here,

always

aware.

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One Response

  1. I love this poem. It is beautiful and powerful. Something, indeed.

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