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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Significance (a poem by B. Dean)

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Significance
attributed meaning ever
has society swoon
over an attractive nothingness

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Meaningless (a poem by B. Dean)

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Meaningless
life is not
a means
to any end

do not postpone
fulfillment

Friday, January 29, 2016

The Seer (a poem by B. Dean)

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The Seer
if you love
what you see
you will grow
to see more

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Thumb (a poem by B. Dean)

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Thumb
culprit is
a history lesson
that fails
in the face
of eternity

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Context (a poem by B. Dean)

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Context
context
is everything
you are not being

otherwise
it would not exist

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Meditation (a poem by B. Dean)

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Meditation
possibility
can only be realized
when it is left
to realize itself

Monday, January 25, 2016

Synchronicity (a poem by B. Dean)

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Synchronicity
synchronicity is the last
interpretation of relationship
before the idea
disappears altogether

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Infinite Patience (a poem by B. Dean)

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Infinite Patience
patience is
eternity's gift to itself
in the form of
absolute freedom

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Form (a poem by B. Dean)

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Form
if I take it up
I'll have to put it down

Friday, January 22, 2016

Surprise #312 (a poem by B. Dean)

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Surprise #312
your motive
to be appreciated
is behind my motive
to appreciate

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Every Cleverness (a poem by B. Dean)

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Every Cleverness
deep inside
every cleverness
is a spontaneity
eager to be born

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

My Ideas are Useless (a poem by B. Dean)

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My Ideas are Useless
after all,
how can eternity
have it anything else
but right?

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Hail to the Unconscious (a poem by B. Dean)

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Hail to the Unconscious
if you could make it up yourself
it wouldn't be nature

Monday, January 18, 2016

Intuition #79 (a poem by B. Dean)

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Intuition #79
something tells me
we were all
separated at birth

Sunday, January 17, 2016

His Apathy (a poem by B. Dean)

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His Apathy
he struggles
with his apathy

he struggles
endlessly
with his apathy

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Subject to Myself (a poem by B. Dean)

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Subject to Myself
they are only
talking about me
if I think they are

Friday, January 15, 2016

September 24, 2007 (a poem by B. Dean)

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September 24, 2007
nothing is happening
if you are quiet
you can hear it

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Decrease the Known (a poem by B. Dean)

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Decrease the Known
decrease the known
decrease expectation
increase surprise
build up great wonder

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Flatted Calf (a poem by B. Dean)

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Flatted Calf
life is collapsible
into a single heart
that has no shape

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Incontestable (a poem by B. Dean)

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Incontestable
outside of your
idea of me,
I don't exist

Monday, January 11, 2016

Emptiness is Everything (a poem by B. Dean)

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Emptiness is Everything
nothing is missing
and that wholeness
is emptiness
to the brim

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Dear Witness (a poem by B. Dean)

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Dear Witness
who are you
trying to impress?
awareness?

awareness
is already aware

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Yes to No-Mind (a poem by B. Dean)

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Yes to No-Mind
the mind
is a very odd
utterly unwarranted
resistance
to immensity

Friday, January 8, 2016

What is Eternal (a poem by B. Dean)

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What is Eternal
let the world
that makes itself
all by itself
be enough

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Notice This (a poem by B. Dean)

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Notice This
no two moments
actually follow each other
unless one is explaining

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Zen Koan #33 (a poem by B. Dean)

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Zen Koan #33
(or "Character")

you make what
being unmade
makes you

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

This is Everything (a poem by B. Dean)

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This is Everything
this is everything there is to have

so
have
this
now

Monday, January 4, 2016

Trust (a poem by B. Dean)

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Trust
our trust
depends entirely upon
what we do
with our freedom

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Consciousness (a poem by B. Dean)

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Consciousness
yes
this
now
here
being
all
existence
life
presence
living
perfect

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Poem on Patience (a poem by B. Dean)

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Poem on Patience
being beyond information
you will never know
what to do

Friday, January 1, 2016

And Buddha Said (a poem by B. Dean)

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And Buddha Said
"'It's my tree!
Find your own tree
to sit under!"