Silently Be, Rest as the One

By Adam J. Pearson Before a thought arises, We do not experience separation. Everything is One, Given together, AppearingĀ as One In the pristine clarity Of open consciousness. A thought arises, And the One appears as the Many, “This” appears apart from “That,” “Dog” from “sidewalk,” “Male” from “female.” To experience the Oneneness, Here and now,…

Enneagraph or Nine Slices of Time

By Adam J. Pearson 1. Oh, the longing, the aching longing To hear the singing of the sirens As they perch upon the rocks. Many ships they draw To deathly fates upon the stone, Shattering masts And crushing hulls. But oh! these siren songs Which spell dark danger Also bear the riches of Muses, For…

Lost in Thought: A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Lost in thought, Off in a maze of ‘problems,’ Worries, fears, Far away from here– But ah! A soft warmth on my chest, My dog’s bright eyes looking up, Panting pink tongue, Bright brown fur, Breath in my lungs– And suddenly, I’m back, Here, Grounded In reality.