It holds me in place*

It holds me in place*

The nothingness of what is here

It shows itself off, naked but crystal clear

Flowing eternal and never ending

Accepting all light including its bending

Never was no door, window or gate to clasp

For in the state of the gap, where does one grasp?

Dom*Colucci 2011

ZEN in nothing but here*

ZEN in nothing but here*


A fictitious outline, on the other side of the mirror
Cannot be grasped where I am, not even nearer
An illusion that masks the energy that is within
How does this one let go and no where to begin?
No longer it is, when one learns this is to detach
Look on the gateless gate, the hook is unlatched


Dom*Colucci 2011