Bardo Poems

Chance Meeting

(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)

Chance Meeting

Where were you when we met just now
In something of a hub,
Airport terminal or hotel lobby,
As you walked right by 
And our eyes met
Yours growing in shocked amazement
As you exclaimed,
“What are you doing here!?”
And we hugged in warm embrace.

You now long gone
And yet still we meet in transit
Each of us on our tangential ways
The years between us now stripping away
All the layers those years built
As we are left
More ourselves than ever
Revealing what was always 
At the core.

(6/17/25)

In the bardo

Resting in our natural state,
as both feeble form and vast space,
mood and mode, release and embrace,
we watch thought forms rise and abate,
soon doomed to die, for that’s their fate,
doing nothing steps we retrace,
back to heart where boons of God’s grace,
bestow bliss as our soul’s true trait.

Life as impulsed still continues 
but now in this dream we’re awake,
at ease in this world’s shifting hues,
in time stretched peace, calm like a lake.

With light of Self to us revealed,
no secrets are from us concealed.

Surfing the bardo

It is at eventide 
When scarlet turns red
We feel the light of God inside

Our presence by bliss beats led 
Rests in the toroidal heart
By soma nectar fed

Stillness is an art
Requiring identity to recede
That flow of magnetism may start

Negating desire, living as of need
Light within heart is revealed 
Seeds of love thus breed

Drenched in bliss, soul is healed ~
Such is the power, God does wield

This Life

Through all of this noise
You came looking for me, and
Here we meet at last.

(2/25/24)

In the bardo

With no agenda in our shelf,
having become the witness self,
our gentle touch and mindful eye,
allows life to flow by itself.

There yet are moments when we sigh,
since thought tempests take time to die
but for the most part, we are still
and in the vast void, wingless fly.

We sense in heart, bliss nectar spill
and drink greedily to our fill,
which is of course to steady mind,
surrendering to God our will.

Thoughts slow down and we become kind,
our head and heart, with love aligned
and as we slowly vaporise,
fears and desires no longer bind.

This oh monk, is the way we rise,
ceasing to weigh, measure or size,
merging soul with the all-that-is,
feeling each heartbeat in surprise.

Bliss in the bardo

Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn,
feeling within bliss humming,
as notes of rapture strumming.

I was then, the light of Self,
with no desire on the shelf,
for mind was as yet asleep,
which is how I went in deep.

Bliss froze time, that soul may climb
toward heaven like this rhyme,
frolicking about carefree,
unshackled from my mind tree.

Listen Now!

("Through The Looking Glass", 2017, original encaustic)

Listen Now!

Listen now without distraction,
Within the endless cycle of distraction,
Recognize the pure forms
Of your projection
To be nothing 
But the clear light
Of playful mind

Awakened One
Know this, 
And only this,
Your true face
Greets you
In the illusion
Of death

Recognize, 
Without fear emptiness 
Cannot be harmed 
By emptiness,
With joy
You are home
Again

(11/14/23)

Youll Never Come Back

("Nonbinary", 2023, original encaustic)

You’ll Never Come Back…

Thrown into an ocean 
Deeper and vaster than thought
Carried on waves of sound
Waves of light
Propelled on waves of bliss
Through a portal 
That has no name
No place
No time
But here and now

Washed up on a shore
After the storm 
Bathed in warmth
Exhausted of all content
Left alone
At the heart of it all
Connected to it all
Without a doubt

Someone whispers
Somewhere 
Just beyond sight
“You’ll never come back”
And in an instant
I am thrown into doubt
Back to what!?
To this timeless place
Or what I left behind?

And then in the next
Caught up in those waves
Propelled 
Life goes on
Same as it ever was
Forever changed
Forever fresh
Forever

(9/27/23)

Bardo of Bliss

In time dissolved moments, early morn
Between the sleeping and waking state
In this bardo of pure bliss, we’re reborn
Love’s caress enlivens presence chaste
Each dew drop of joy, a unique unicorn

Aglow in our light, throbbing with delight
We are transfixed by soundless thunder
Feeling complete, heart refuses to alight
Savouring elixir divine in childlike wonder
Embarking fearlessly on a wingless flight

Nodes within form hum a tune in chorus 
In rhythm with the music of the universe
Each pore a door, receptive and porous
Frolics with joy, without need to rehearse
At dawn soul thus becomes a bliss torus

Bardo of Bliss

Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain
and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise,
as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain
invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise,
wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain,
moment by moment thus, all moments entwined,
dwelling in love and light, each breath reassigned.

The Bardo

I look toward the sacred symbol
Displaying my ignorance 
For where is God not

Stuporous awareness
Oblivious to warning signs
Is now consumed by fears created

Yet within each half breath cessation
When polarities interchange
We are in the bardo

I notice this lifeline 
Provided by the universe
And meld my consciousness therein

02-June-2023

The Bardo

flickering awareness
an in-between stage
with knowing imbibed
but not yet assimilated

we call it the bardo

26-March-2023

On Bardo Time

Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room















(bardo- intermediate space of time between 
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)

Old Man In a Bar, Me

sexy couple shooting pool
what was that covetousness rule?
when am i going to get over this?
in the back of my mind, memories of bliss
keep me looking, well attached
until this longing body is dispatched
to the dustheap, while this mind
propelled into bardo, still looking behind
at all the ties that bind...

Bardo

BARDO.



May not the 
Element of space
Rise against me
In acrid acrimony.

From the north 
Arrives green goddess
Ghanta of serpent head
Garlanded with skulls
And in her hand
Holding metallic bells
Sounds of the surges
Deafening eared knell.

Let me remember
Infinite compassions
The past deeds
For all the things
Great and small
And for all the creeds.

For the white dove
For the yellow bear
For fields of worms
For earth borne cares.

Let not the
Element of sun
Arise against me
In wandering thirst
On burning symptoms.

Yogins arise westward
Bringing seeds of wisdom
With wavering garlands
 Amid four coloured lights
And the scented perfumes
Moulded from purified elements.

In all prevailing circles
Let not the element
Of the seeded earth
Arise against me.
In some splintered segment.

( Interval between death & new life)

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