NOTHING MUCH AT ALL

_{(I.AM) AZAN MÄNN 23 July 2011}


Stillness
even in confusion and commotion
Quiet
when noise obscenely imposes its presence
Peace
though surrounded by agitation and aggression
Composure
when childish concepts toss like waves upon a sandy beach
Gratitude
although poverty, sickness and desolation be my total possession
Humility
when besieged by another's gross ego pride and reputation
Love
though society be filled with hate, mistrust and bigotry
Kindness
in the midst of a world of insincerity
A helping hand
to those who do not even ask for me
This the only man
I aspire to be.



 

OM -

_{(I.AM) AZAN MÄNN 2008}

'Darkness is
the canvass upon which
Light plays
serenely meditating
amongst and behind
the ever changing colours
that gaudily captivate the eye
while the eternal mantra
OM
resonates and fills
the stillness of being
in that sacred emptiness
Back stage
gracefully allowing light
to unfold and perform her flamboyant dance
and thus wordlessly expressing
her fleeting capriciousness
which will eventually return
to her true place of rest
and when bedded down, asleep
will there be transformed
within the everlasting tranquility of darkness
to become the deep eternal humming
OM
_{OM MA NI PAD ME HUM OM MA NI PAD ME HUM OM MA NI PAD ME HUM OM MA NI PAD ME HUM OM . . .'}


 

A SIMPLE THOUGHT.

^{_{(I.AM) AZAN MÄNN 05 May 2011}}

'To think
each thought
is naught
but wrought from
body and mind
suffusing and confusing
reality with dream
until it seems
that wisdom's reached
but alas
each self deceiving
whilst perceiving life
endless strife
smothered by others
lovers and friends
desperate to cling
on to something
someone, somewhere
too afraid to stare
at emptiness within
and there
ponder truth
as youth passes
and dust masses
and time ages
creating cages
and wagers
ones fate
all too late
to stop
to rewind
to find
yesterday missing
dreading tomorrow
reminiscing
a lifetime sought
captured within
a simple thought.'



 

I love thinking. I know who I AM. Actually we are all the same . . . not our name . . . not what we earn or what we do or our qualification or lack thereof . . . not our religion or our ethnicity or our skin colour or what we own.
All we are is thought in a body of flesh.

I see it this way. We are like an open hand thrust out of the window of a fast moving vehicle. To our brain it feels as though our hand is full . . . but as the vehicle slows, and as we close our hand, it becomes obvious that our hand contains nothing at all . . . and never ever contained anything. This is life. We think we have something when living life . . . but the older we become we realise we have nothing. Everything we are belongs to the earth and remains with the earth. Simply we are all brothers and sisters. we are all an . . . I AM.

This is the meaning of life. This is the meaning that Buddha discovered well over 500BCE . . . and a meaning that we all need to rediscover for ourselves . . . today.