White canvas gets its "weigh"*

White canvas gets its "weigh"*


Dormant and dismal the sky has turned gray
The sun seems to be on vacation as it has gone away
I look to the west and the light goes down
Not even the wind outside makes a noise or a sound
The weight of such vapor, that fills in the air
Looks like a snow squall could come without care


Dom*Colucci 2012

Sometimes is not here*

Sometimes is not here*


Present moment sits right here
It is not far away but oh so near
So many leave this spot for more
And then try to come back in an open door
But remember all the while the biggest word to resist
Is sometimes, the present has no room for this


Dom*Colucci 2012

All points lead back to nowhere*

All points lead back to nowhere*


Where is this such a place that I belong?
The middle point of all, no right or wrong
The evaporation of all time and space
Not even on a map or even someplace
It is the wisdom of the Soul*, that knows of its part
Knowing of one direction, no need for blueprints or charts


Dom*Colucci 2012

Fruited future*

Fruited future*


The apple seed, inside future so true
Deep burial in the ground, it must go through
Darkness inside and it is tightly wrapped
Feels like no way out or even to be trapped
But one day, it became of its belief
Sought an opening from inside, what a relief
A root was made and stem was to climb
Popped out of the earth to see the sunshine
It grew ever higher into the heavens up above
And made its delicious offspring all of Love


Dom*Colucci 2012

Everywhere is here*

Everywhere is here*


Four corners of the Universe, seem to be connected
From a vantage point you see, for it is to be directed
Staying on course with no interruptions ahead
A full open vastness, the feeling of freedom instead
There is no destination, no matter where you are Now
Because of such freedom I mentioned, the four corners did allow


Dom*Colucci 2012

The free ride to heaven*

The free ride to heaven*


Forever indeed, and to go over the hill
Give me a free ride, so I may enjoy a thrill
And to keep the ball rolling and never to stop
To take off from a cliff, grow wings and never drop
When I then soar above with life in the heavens so free
I will know that my Soul* has been liberated this being from me


Dom*Colucci 2012

The end continues on?*

The end continues on?*


A mix in the world, seems to be stuck
Without a great blessing or even good luck
Walking through bramble and the thicket too
Feeling hopelessly unfortunate, as nothing I can do
There has to be an end, that I can see it in sight
And prove to myself my existence, must be right


Dom*Colucci 2012 

I am of no more*

I am of no more*

Awakened, this life that is of nothing here

But with opened eyes, transparency so clear

All has pointed back at me, in this direction

I respond to what is inside, for it is my connection

I see within myself a placid pond

For I am of the stillness, peace and the calm

Dom*Colucci 2012

ZEN* within*

ZEN* within*


A calm afternoon in a field with trees
Gentleness for the wind, as I feel the breeze
So I find a spot to sit underneath, in the shade
Depth of Awareness in my Consciousness, it made
I close my eyes and tune to what is inside of me
For Now I am in the world and not of it I can see


Dom*Colucci 2012