Best Changeless Poems
why do i choose to forget
there is a place and time
when this identity doesn't matter to me
a place of no boundaries and no separation
where instead of me and everyone else outside of me
there is all of us as one with our creator
a time of no past and no future
when i have a distinct and very real feeling
that i am completely taken care of
In the city, season's changes only barely leave their mark
for the city's far from nature with it's neon in the dark
The rush and ceaseless hustle leave no time for rain or drought
and no one has the time to see the sun come peeping out
The dirt and grime, the lack of heart, the soulless dead fish eyes
the traffic jams and smog alerts, the crooked deals and lies
The city's unencumbered by a need for flooding rains
and if they come, there's water pipes and flood controls and drains
The bush is more dependent on the cycles of the sun
where nature rules the way of life from dawn till day is done
Where farmers scan an empty sky with hopes of building cloud
and red dust coats the stockman like a ruddy choking shroud
Then with the rains come changes all across the barren land
and life in all its wonder now comes bursting from the sand
Where days before the dry red earth foretold impending doom
now everlasting flowers are a sea of coloured bloom
And now along the river beds the flooding waters race
and with a time of plenty nature quickens up its pace
The magpies flit and warble as they gather up their nest
for till the season turns again there'll be no time to rest
And then the wheel begins to turn the rains will soon abate
and those who live by nature's law are in the hands of fate
But city streets remain the same though seasons come and go
no room it seems for nature's world, that ceaseless ebb and flow
(All the poems I post here are from my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust".)
Unfair and changeless time: forerunner of fright...
why do your hasty minutes refuse to slow down
as the oscillating pendulum of the ticking clock?
oh,time,accelerate our vigor: let us catch on!
When we are positively young and extremely strong;
when we physical beauty,and search for glory:
we don't notice how
time is spent or spaced out!
When we have strenght and demonstrate aggressiveness;
when we display pride and eagerness:
living seems much too beautiful!
And we wouldn't want to miss the excitement,
but wouldn't wish to know any sorrow...
to bring it to mind later: it's so unthinkable!
Unfair and changeless time: brutal and wise...
why do you race without visibility?
Just when we are into the age of exploring arousal;
when we permit our passions control us:
to prove women our masculinity!
Oh,time, we emit a need for stillness,
sentiment and contentment...
for wanting this satiable accomplshment!
And it shouldn't matter if after we'll be
deprive of any,or all!
This ailment sure for long shall go,
In an ill world along shall go.
Yet, head held high shall go with life,
Where so it goes gung ho shall go.
And like every life upon earth,
Pitted like a ping pong shall go.
Man a human, it’s obvious,
With him his every wrong shall go.
With a cautionary signal
The church may warn, loud gong may go,
And still with same gait world shall go,
Jingle bell-like ding-dong shall go.
Who can change the gait of this world?
As ere, with the same song shall go.
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Ghazal |06.07.2025| world, change
The Nature of Reality,
Or limitless sphere of space
Manifest in all possible experience,
Is by nature beyond experience
Since in this space there is ultimately
Nothing to grasp, and no grasper.
Sure, we can describe it,
But that is based on either hearsay
Or a direct realization beyond description,
Like trying to describe honey
To someone who has never known sweetness.
With the kicker being that we
Have always been the honeybee.
And so people talk, poets sing, and sages
Converse with the wind or simply grin.
The effect is everyone
Ends up hearing what they want to hear,
Each of us only able to hear
What we are ready to hear,
And even then we may only be ready for a hint
Of what will one day be obvious.
The Nature of Reality
Is unchanging, and so is always
What it has and will be,
And yet we change within this empty sphere,
Like a caterpillar, consuming voraciously
Until we are ready for our metamorphosis.
(9/27/25)
(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
Our Changeless Nature
Within all the changes of this life
All the particulars of who we are
What we do and know, and don’t know,
Is something that isn’t a thing
Isn’t caused and conditioned
Thus changeless and permanent.
There is only one way to know this nature
And that is for ourselves,
Once it has been pointed out for us,
And this pointing out can come in ten thousand ways
From pedantic philosophy
To poetic allusion
All pointing to the illusion
Of all we think is real.
Eventually this pointing out
Doesn’t depend on an external other
But comes from our own awareness
Like a sun dawning within
Illuminating everything we see,
And everything we see,
Being a projection of this awareness,
Reminds us who we really are.
Everyone, from beggar to king is the same
In carrying a shell we call our self
A shell we cherish and serve
In sad charade of our real self,
But this charade is only sad to the false self
Sad and boring or delightful and charming,
Even enlightening, it makes no difference
Because it is still always false.
To our true self,
Changeless and permanent,
There is only awareness, patient and dispassionate
Without coming or going
Learning or forgetting
And yet still we have these false selves
Striving to become
Something other than we have always been.
Eventually, in the end or along the way
We come to see
Only a fool would wish to be something other
Than they truly are
And in this moment
They know they are no fool
Nor can pretend to be one any more.
If there is no free nature
Then what’s the point
We being slaves to this or that
Blown endlessly by a wind
Of causes and conditions,
But if we have a free nature
Then it’s all good, this play of Life
Just sometimes seen through the wrong end
Of the lens.
(7/21/25)