Two Peas in a Pod

by Nick Andrea

Israel and Hamas,
two peas in a pod,
can you not see
how interconnected is your lot?

Who struck first, now,
it’s impossible to say
and it wouldn’t even change
the murderous display

of unrestrained desire
for complete domination
economically, militarily, and every other way
of the opposing nation.

Ignorant, ignorant of their relation
blindly following ancient dogmatizations
of once mystical ideologies
intended to bring people together,
not create refugees.

And so now they miss
the plain genetic truth:
that the very same blood runs
through Ahmed and Ruth.

Thus the blood spills
out onto the soil
staining it red with life, land
where both’s ancestors toiled.

Israel and Hamas
two peas in a pod,
how much more life is to be slaughtered
before you see your interconnected lot?

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Whisperings of Transpersonality

by Nick Andrea

Whisperings of transpersonality -
in the voice of a friend some yards behind, its
sound waves riding on a single strand of molecules, from
there to here,
to reach
this ear;

whisperings of transpersonality -
in the sunlight there on the hay, a
river of gold traveling 93 million miles on an
unbroken bed of plasma, to
cascade down onto this precious terra firma, giving
life to all its

whisperings of transpersonality -
in the shrubs lining the
median between two lanes of highway, alive, as
appendages of one’s own body,


body. In

everything seen,
smelled, heard, felt – a
single thread – sentient, looking
back at the
looking out; a

creature, standing
here as one, a
sense organ for what is nameless and everpresent, “I”
am a punctuation, a
unique portal
into that which is
dual. Can

in this
word; can one

in this


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Dreams of Level 7

by Nick Andrea

Pieces of a life,

When did one forget
it’s one big caterpillar,
it’s sections connected by a single
of life?

The small mind forgets:
that it’s always been the whole, damn thing,
and dissects that caterpillar into pieces,
protesting, “Yes, but….Yes but….”

‘But’ is a word I’d like to
a word that divides a life. Raging

out of control,
intellect is so often a
burning up the forest of my soul,
the charnal grounds of which even my body doth show;

this illness,
deep, deep in the bowels
cannot easily pass what’s toxic,
for there is not enough rest,
not enough rest to
sense the cosmic. Never

divided a soul
went to sleep and dreamt of needing something.

Not good. Not bad. AND

What is this,
what is the wholeness of this moment,
the wholeness that already is,
has always been,
will always be? Who

is the “I” that thinks, “I need?” and


takes no prisoners,
where it comes from
there are none to take,
there is no dissecting of that
caterpillar of life;
connected by a single,

In that Heaven the
activities of life -
showering, singing, eating, sitting, playing;

even shitting;

are conduits for a
that comes
like a songbird’s tune
on the wind,

Not a future thing -
Can you hear it in the sound, now;
can you see it in this word you are no reading, now;
can you feel it in the breath coming through your nostrils, now?


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by Nick Andrea

A country gone mad,
60,000 screaming,
violent fans,
thick with desire,

Its people, en masse,
having revolted at the billions,
and billions,
and billions
to host these games,
when there were mouths,
to feed.

And then their team lost -
thrown down
by a measure of their own score

Seven is the number of divine truth
like lightning;
bringing down the tower of delusion,
arresting attachment,
illuminating all.

How poetic.

Can we
forget the Colosseum,
forget what distracts us from


save Rome
before it collapses?

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Hero’s Journey

by Nick Andrea

Entering deep into the Abyss
once again, once again
my own little cave
deep, deep within,

Uncertainty is the mantra, here,
but one thing is surely clear:
whatever is true to be seen
must, must come from within me.

Sorry, darlin,’ I’d love to have answers for you
to tell you it’ll all be okay,
that I’ll be back soon;
but, for better or for worse
this is the nature of the dive:
to put all we know in a coffin,
if need be,
to watch it die.

But, you can be sure of one thing:
that at the end of this hero’s journey
this hanged man will sing,
even though what tune it’ll be I cannot say -
if I knew that, I wouldn’t be writing this, today.

But, with a smile now this I’ll say,
it’s all okay,
it’s all okay.

Whither I emerge,
it’ll be my path, for sure.

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Face-To-Face With A Life

by Nick Andrea

Alone I am
sittin’ here not-knowin’
if I’ll be remembered, valued, and priority shown
or left to sit here, on my own.

But a choice,
I have to make the choice
to be my own leader
to use my own voice.

Wholeness is a take no prisoner path
a tornado leaving to stone unturned
in its aftermath.

To be one, undivided -
desires and actions in integrity -
must be the commitment, indefinitely,
even though at times the path may
threaten to leave one, lonely.

Is one ready to receive
one’s full humanity
as one Self, not two or more
but one, within, sure;
to walk the way
that one and only one chooses, today?

It’s a dark step down
into the scary hallway
where one walks alone,
to find one’s way.

Say yes and step into the knife
that’ll cut away the false self
and bring one face to face with a life,
face to face with a life.

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Mirror Neurons

by Nick Andrea

The mirror neuron theory intrigues me, suggesting we’re hardwired for compassion and connection. I guess that’s why we grow, together. And, it suggests that there is only one intelligence that is learning through all human beings. It’s as if the mirror neurons are the receivers for that one intelligence, in each human being.

Now, the problem with it is that these scientists are looking at it from a purely materialistic point of view; that it’s just how nature has evolved; that we have these amazing and complex brains that perceive what others are doing and somehow have the intelligence to imitate it. This is evident in the statement by V.S. Ramachandran, “We are social creatures. We literally read other people’s minds. I don’t mean anything psychic like telepathy…” (see reference below).

What this doesn’t explain is mirror action at a distance, similar I feel to the concept of quantum entanglement. This is where two particles behave in the exact same manner though separated by distance, as if connected by a hidden thread. I am talking about intuition, psychic phenomena, and the synchronicities that happen to me on a daily basis. How can those be explained when the mirror neuron system is based in the 5 senses? It suggests a sixth sense not bound by the same laws of space and time that the lower five senses are.

Regardless, the good news as I see is that, whether spiritually, materially, or both, we are hardwired to be relational, which means that if we are aligning with this nature we are feeling with other beings. That is compassion, and that is beautiful.

(Reference, PBS Special, “Mirror Neurons”)

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There is No Razor’s Edge for the Sincere of Heart

by Nick Andrea

There is no razor’s edge
for the sincere of heart
for I am already within you
and as you, composing this art.

I know you thought
you would only find me,
commune with me, and dance with me
through the act of doing.

And doing’s not so bad
something indeed necessary, with a body,
and every gentle step you take towards me
I’ll take ten thousand towards thee.

But, I am not a process
and, there is nothing for me you can do
for I am, I’ve always been, I’ll always be
deep inside of you.

Bigger than yourself
is my vast intelligence
what your human mind only dreams of, and beyond -
that is my magnificence.

So don’t even try
to capture me in words and thoughts,
for, it’s just not possible
nor with deeds can I be bought.

So, do yourself a favor, love
lay down the one who wants to capture
lay down that one, my love
and trust me;
therein, will you find your rapture.

I, I, I, I am the governess
and you, you are the subject, verily
and blessed are those who still me trust
even though they cannot see.

So, always, always, always
do you have access to me
so, just sit you down and listen
just sit you down and be.

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No Place to Rest (Rhyming Version)

by Nick Andrea

If you think you know
then get ready to be crucified, fellow,
such is the fate of the ego that thinks so.

is a ruthless teacher
demanding the constant sacrifice of our
attachment to knowing her;
like it has been said,
“I am mystery,
I have always been a mystery,
I will always be a mystery.”

Senselessness to the intellect
we are instructed not to lean
on our own understanding;
for it has also been said, that
“The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell
where it is coming from or where it is going,”

said Jesus, so
lay down the one who’s, “got it,”
and like the wind,
find no place to stop
and think you know it.

Instead, go,
ride the wave of the
never-ending Flow
like the one who said, that
“Foxes have dens and birds have nests,
but the Son of Truth has no place to rest his head.”


And sink back into That
cloud of unknowing
offering your whole Self to its

Today is a good day to die, child
today is a good day to die to the
One guiding you from within,
where the heart flies.

And, do not let yourself be troubled, my love,
do not let yourself be troubled at the
rendering of the intellect,

are guided,
have always been guided,
will always be guided.

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Indestructible Tube

by Nick Andrea

Who, who
is this person I see in the mirror?
Empty shell for a Greater Thing than this,
than any that have come before.

Not me, nope, it’s not
me, but then again, I am not the One
who speaks.

A clear reality where
white is white and
yellow is yellow -
never seen these colors before in the
context of selflessness, for sure.

And this plant here
speaking to me
of our essential unity,
Just that like tree:
alive, aware, looking at me,
And this paper
on which I write,
not a separate thing.

Brighter, brighter now,
comes the world
as if an inner light
has just been unfurled.
What, what is this
living inside of me….

Now, hunger pains
come to this belly
Guess I’ll catch ya lata, God,
after I go eat some toast and jelly.

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