Very good poems
Here some more:
XXXV
The warm breathing
Echoing
Steam whispers
Sings life
In silence.
Walking in
The cold drizzle
Gives you
Perspective.
XIII
Blessed be
Roads which leads to nowhere
And all the dark dead ends
Because these are the paths
To the vastness outside the
maps.
I
The seeker found
The Noble Truths
And their sisters
Nasty Lies.
There was sex and scars
And love and highs
All over that night.
The morning came
And the seeker then
Woke up from
His dying dream.
There were just
No-truths, no-lies
Telling about
The dream of seek.
There's more in
Choiceless Awareness.