Music in my Soul* carried away*

Music in my Soul* carried away*

Did you hear that music from within?

It was so harmonious, such great rhythm

A strumming in vibrations without a doubt

Letting all the notes just come right out

Beautifully orchestrated in a blend

Something you wish to go on forever and never end

But it must move on and no longer stay

For it has to let go and steal your heart away

Dom*Colucci 2012

Tough way to grow tall*

Tough way to grow tall*

An acorn has dropped onto the ground

The rain and wind has pushed it around

No place to go as it fears the frost and cold

Looking for an opening right in a hole

Eventually as nature sees it fit

Some dirt is blown over like a blanket where it sits

As it waits patiently and its kernel is opened and torn

A root takes shape as it is formed to be born

Balance is its direction, alignment to be true

To come out of the ground and sunlight in view

All through this process, silence is what it spoke

Now just take a look at was small, a huge hearty oak

Dom*Colucci 2012

No prison is light in prism*

No prison is light in prism*

In the first of all creation and its will

Was to make everything blank and very still

Then once that was established in sight

It was the strong brilliance in pure light

But that was boring and needed some spice

Something with dimension to open one's eyes

So an agreement was made and it was shown

For it was manifested with all colors of a rainbow

So the physical being has a great vision

It sees the wonders of it all through a prism

Dom*Colucci 2012

An invitation to keep moving forward*

An invitation to keep moving forward*

Up from above, a drop comes from the start

The clouds cannot hold on the tears and it falls apart

It winds up on the mountain top oh so tall

More is coming down, forming a stream when it falls

While it is moving downward, it takes a ride

Flowing to merge soon, always in stride

It then mixes with the river from the moving stream

No turning back ever, forward as it seems

Looking downward, it may be final to see an end

But this river with stream, takes a turn in the bend

So it was from  a drop that came from a cloud

In a flow that is constant, what is ahead of it does allow

Dom*Colucci 2012

Laughter, "hear" after*

Laughter, "hear" after*

Walk in the park on a brisk cold day

Happy feeling inside, going my way

I see some geese and some ducks sitting on the pond

Ever so still and ever so calm

But I hear one them laughing as it says, "quack quack quack"

I stop right where I am and take a look back

No one will fess up, who was the comic that just made that remark?

So instead I walk on to enjoy the day in the park

Dom*Colucci 2012

Dancing momentarily*

Dancing momentarily*

A wonderful dance, the winter does give

Jack Frost on the ground and snowflakes that live

A blizzard of a curtain scurrying all around

Wind is the movement, a light breeze is the sound

But once it is all over, they arrive where they stay

They all know a perfect spot to be right where they lay

Dom*Colucci 2012

Turning back is not the past*

Turning back is not the past*

Your life it did not come with instruction book
You learned with your eyes to take a look

Pressing on to become what you see

But deep within you know you are not free

Even though the journey is a rough ride

You turn back and look within from the world outside

Dom*Colucci 2012

Known without knowing*

Known without knowing*

Core inside houses the unknown

Until the day one realizes it to be shown

Deep within awaiting to be tapped

To awaken the source in a snap

Once a hole is pierced then that one will flow

For then the unknown is seen to be known

Dom*Colucci 2012

Forever is gone*

Forever is gone*

In a Universe so far and vast

Many of things so hard to grasp

Changes always coming from left to right

Not enough time to be with that, gone out of sight

So in essence with this, anchors are seen to be never

For what is now gone forever, is forever

Dom*Colucci 2012

Never left here but returned*

Never left here but returned*

It just happened to be one day

Something needed to be seen to be on its way

From its innocence to be so pure

It knew the direction life would take it so sure

So innocence was dropped, not be seen again

But one day this sage would learn right to begin

It embarked on a journey with pitfalls ahead

Gone now was dependency, facing trials instead

This one took a look in front of what was to be

Obstacles a plenty to make one to be free

Now there is a teacher in this while one is growing

But it is behind the scenes, not to be showing

A mountain that is there, needed to climb

It is not to get the summit, that will be fine

No the journey continues back as to get back down

And place one's foot solidly, back on solid ground

So in essence the journey is not over when reaches the top

It is actually in returning to be aligned right on the spot

Then one will know that it was well worth it in striving to be there

And to come back as one made it home to be here 

Dom*Colucci 2012

Hold onto what?*

Hold onto what?*

Deep fear of who you are, is this to be?

It clenches you in its grip and does not make you free

It gets inside of you and sinks more and more

Not seeing with transparency, becoming more to ignore

So this is your attachment and willing to make you stay

Do not worry about holding on, nothing has your grip anyways

Dom*Colucci 2012

Ask and really look at it*

Ask and really look at it*

Come a thousand miles to settle a score

Many times to wonder what it was for

But the search always comes right back to this place

In its the arrival here, always an empty space

To keep looking as there is a believe to a solution 

The problem gets bigger, it becomes more the illusion

So one gets more confused, chaotic to ask

Discovery to the question was the answer, this was unmasked

Dom*Colucci 2012

Place myself is Zazen*

Place myself is Zazen*

I sit in a spot to be empty and free

To release all that clutter inside of me

To go deep inside and never look back

To keep my awareness in check and also intact

I know of such place that I can be once again

This place I know is called Zazen*

Dom*Colucci 2012

Eye to eye, breathe*

Eye to eye, breathe*

Eye on the target, one must breathe

In and out is the rhythm, until one is at ease

A slight pull back on the sling with the bow

Becoming one with the target both do know

A slight release from the pull, the arrow leaves

As now to narrow it down, the bulls eye to receive

Dom*Colucci 2012

Nothing of itself ends*

Nothing of itself ends*

From the top of the mountain to the bottom it goes

Rapidly it keeps continuity in its flow

Through the turns, bends and twist

Containing itself so fluidly, not a drop is missed

Out to the river where it seems it might end

Only to start the process all over once again

Dom*Colucci 2012

Who is that?*

Who is that?*

Delusions of grandeur, character not defined

Hidden in the corner within someone's "mind"

But further investigation, not to be found

It cannot be certain if it is ever around

But to take one look at oneself in the mirror

You will find no one there, when things get clearer

Dom*Colucci 2012

No act to follow now*

No act to follow now*

Once upon a time not so many years

A blink of an eye, as it hurried here

Though it felt as something was there but really was not

It dissolved into oblivion right on the spot

So now this world that I once use to be

No longer its actor to play the part in that movie

Dom*Colucci 2012

Nothing keeps us all*

Nothing keeps us all*

Stillness on the frozen plain

Walk in stability, all is the same

For what is not with being, it is left out there

It is a weight to the consciousness not to be aware

Gather all nothingness that one can saturate with

Absorb into the void and see effortlessly that this is a gift

Dom*Colucci 2012

Substance in a breeze*

Substance in a breeze*

Become of the stillness and hear no sound

The texture of a nothingness is all around

But a vibe is felt in the void so near

It is coming this way so crystal clear

A mild disturbance that is chaos from peace

Creation of a substance not to be seen, wind in a breeze

Dom*Colucci 2012

Cleaned but is it clear?*

Cleaned but is it clear?*

Why cannot one move on where they are?

They have it in their perspective, to see so far

But the window is cleaned as we see it here

So look again it is a barrier that must be cleared

In making this more open, a more transparent view

Remove what is there, it is a veil in front of you

Dom*Colucci 2012

The wise stay*

The wise stay*

Once it just happened, along the way

It became of itself and started to stay

It had no where to go, or special plans

For some reason or another, knows where it stands

Though it does agree that it is on its own

For it is a rock that is stable, wisdom within all alone

Dom*Colucci 2012