Focus on Life™

We see the way we came,
easy it is to grasp,
hold back and reflect,
repeat the way,
and forget the real game,
of constantly walking
backwards.

The more certain your pace,
relaxed and comfortable the approach,
without fear or holding back,
with total confidence, reliance,
and feeling of trust,
in the great unknown,
complete uncertain and ever changing,
moment of now,
the path ahead of us -
we never see,
’cause we are walking
backwards.

You and me,
are all,
equally born,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
Six billion,
all the same,
no one above,
no one below.
That’s all there is.

All the rest,
are simply clothes,
fancy and new,
shiny and bright,
old and weary,
recycled,
worn by us.

But still inside,
we are the same,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
No one above,
no one below,
that’s all there is.

We cling,
to the appearance,
experience,
of different looks,
ways of life,
taught by some,
assumed by others,
and the rest,
beyond the surface,
of equal measure,
and value for all,
collecting dust,
ignored by us,
but still,
that’s all there is.

The empire is old,
thousands of times,
tricks have been used,
of different flavour,
with the same,
results.
Each time,
the emperor has,
new clothes,
shiny and bright,
marvellous and light,
latest fashion,
shown by some,
assumed by others,
ignored by very few.
Different looks,
various ways,
to port the same,
recycle the old.

But still inside,
we are the same,
purely naked,
without a string,
attached.
No one above,
no one below,
that’s all there is.

When are we,
child enough,
bold and straight,
humble and strong,
look into eye,
and see,
what we are,
wearying,
imported by others,
adapted by us,
- are nothing real,
permanent kind,
but purely words,
ideas and thoughts?
That’s all,
they are,
but that’s not,
what there is.

We are born,
equally,
you and me,
purely naked,
and that’s
all there is.

Realise this,
nothing else is.

No trace of selfishness,
No doubt,
No fear.

No one to blame,
Nothing to gain,
No thing to lose.

Standing firm,
Upright,
With straight pose,
Clear eyes,
And a pure mind.

Heart of gold,
Courage of a bold,
Always humble,
Never stumbles,
Firm in action.

No hesitation,
No doubt,
No fear.
Strong actions,
Beautiful moves,
Kind eyes,
And most of all,
Outspoken with deeds.

No excuses,
No bad circumstances,
Consistent,
Reasonable,
Determined.
But still flexible,
Humble,
And sensitive.

Honest to one,
Within,
Always.
Without doubt,
Despising fear,
Often facing
External pressures,
Measures of strength,
Will and courage.

Standing firm,
Upright,
Beauty in the eye,
Courage in the mind,
Determination in the will,
Sealed by golden,
Within.

The view,
so vivid and exciting,
full of life,
happiness and joy,
sometimes sorrow, often pain,
from limited knowledge and
ignorance,
glances still;

Stepping back,
enlarging the scope,
gaining new foothold,
spectating,
from a distance,
different angle;

Firmly pacing,
knowing,
from here I must walk,
these curtains must fall,
something must go;

Giving away,
the known,
to make space,
for the unknown,
letting go,
to fall,
the facade,
so dear and attached,
which does not hold,
it must go;

The one behind,
was an angle of mine,
based on defects,
that was all,
nothing really at all,
but it was all,
I knew.

Suffering or joy,
quest or rest,
happiness or agony,
together or alone,
now or then,
you or me,
here or there,
sun or moon,
sand or sea,
one plus one,
music or art,
history or novel,
writing or verbal,
all the same,
underneath,
different by appearance,
disguised for the most,
of their genuine nature,
pure and simple,
of a thought;

Nevertheless,
varies with persistence,
but follows the same,
pattern of,
coming,
sustaining,
and going;

Always afresh,
never the same,
appearance may stay,
but no thing is the same;

Deep thought,
shallow dream,
clear and sharp,
vague and soft,
fragile or strong,
short or long,
still the same,
real for the one,
illusion for the second,
relative for both,
ideas, all the same.

Within a shelter,
Covered in a case,
Limited by boundaries,
Extended by nature.

Trapped in the illusion,
Bewildered at times,
Lacking the courage,
Bravery, and persistence,
Of final breakthrough,
Transcending for the unknown.

The common is the bliss,
Misery, and sadness,
Of known and accepted,
Which horrific would be to lose,
And be replaced by something new.

To stretch the limits,
Ignore the lines,
Forget the known,
Unlearn the rest,
Exist in full,
Here and now,
Wake from the drowse.

All there is,
is right here and just now;
Don’t wait,
don’t travel,
shift forward or delay;
Postpone to escape,
move to forget;
Still it does not matter—
all there is,
is right here and just now.

Pre-set for presence,
and set free,
or reset.
To be and not to be—together,
is the key.
Live real and
realize,
right here and just now.

Cannot force,
cannot push,
no way to rush;
Distant yourself,
just now and right here,
for two beings,
aligned into one;
Living together,
peacefully and in harmony,
without fights,
of dominance.

Presence is intense,
only in one,
with full knowledge,
and understanding,
of right here and just now;
To be—always,
and even without,
a physical presence,
makes sense,
only,
right here and just now.

Nothing to declare,
nothing to say,
nothing to hear,
nothing to think;

Only silence,
accompanying friend,
no one to miss,
no one to long,
lots of actions,
many memories,
tons of experiences,
nothing to look back for;

Nothing is the same,
everything is the same,
they are not relevant;

Just being,
no expectations,
no demands,
no claims,
no_thing;

From here,
always here,
from one moment,
to another,
observing,
registering,
no time,
just here,
right now;

No sadness,
no joy,
no feelings,
no regrets,
ready to leave,
ready to stay,
already being;

Calm,
relaxed,
smooth,
peaceful,
in harmony;

Empty Nest.

Credit,

recognition,

consideration,

noteworthy,

but for what?

Something great and unique,
something noble and unselfish,
for a greater cause,
without any benefits or recognition,
for the one?

That’s something humble, opposite of pride.

Pride derives from lesser qualities
and needs for self-appraisal.
A quest for higher perception and
recognition for the actions,
deeds, that otherwise would be left
without a notice.

Pride is there where the subject
is more important than the object.
The process is preferred for
the outcome.

The one who just is,
do not need to acknowledge,
oneself for the others.
It’s enough to be
and just do.
The results speaks for themselves
and even them are not important.

No one to show off,
no one to see.
The prize for the humble,
but curse for the pride.

Masters never brag,
they simply are.
The ones who lack,
fill the gap,
by empty talk.

Goes back only a short while,
forgets,
ignores,
leaves blank,
the things we did,
and are not proud about;

All the experiences,
of misery,
darkness,
abuse,
hate,
fear,
and betrayal,
we have not committed,
if you ask from your memory;

Still something in you,
reminds,
and remembers.
It tries to give you,
hints,
tips,
and kind notes,
but often we leave,
those without a blink,
turn the blind eye,
and hide away;

Opportunities come,
and go,
to settle the accounts,
straight,
leave our mark,
and balance the past;

Persistence of memory,
hidden deep,
and hard,
not easy by far,
is to bring into sunshine,
the old dusty,
deeds,
we rather would,
leave and bury deep;

Our memory is short,
and not for trusted,
feelings and the body,
better guides,
for the light and
the record straight;

Do not waste time,
to settle the accounts;
Your feelings lead,
to the deep mines,
of your secrets,
and sides,
way back,
far away,
you should stay
—awake.