The morning is fresh
Upon the dew soaked forms
Called to their greater love
In the body of the sun.
Everything is light
And as apparent as my condensing breath,
The world and my heart alive,
Brought by a transient glistening.
The morning is fresh
Upon the dew soaked forms
Called to their greater love
In the body of the sun.
Everything is light
And as apparent as my condensing breath,
The world and my heart alive,
Brought by a transient glistening.
I would give you the warmth of my heart,
Let it out free
So we might sit
In the joy of togetherness,
Knowing that the warmth is neither you
Or me, being wholly unowned
And untouched by our mind’s dabbling.
I would give you the warmth of my heart,
To know the warmth of my heart
And because
This is how it was meant to be,
You and I friends,
Free in our being,
Happy because we are.
I would give you the warmth of my heart,
For the gift is ours
Only in its giving,
And I am tired of the old ways
Of a scant life attempted
In the absence of love.
The lonely heart
Is beyond tired:
It is absent.
Acknowledge the absence,
The dept
The insatiable wanting.
See it,
See the absolute truth
Of the hungry heart
And the deepest moment
Where two possibilities balance
Side by side,
Where one thing
Becomes its opposite,
And slides
From dept to fullness,
From hunger to wholeness
From wanting to satisfied,
For the heart is alive
And brimming
With warmth,
Not lonely
Or tired,
Just present.
I have drunk
From the standpipe
Of sour belief,
Constricted and miserly,
Gripping every drop
In an effort to control preciousness,
Becoming a gaunt shadow
Because of it,
For I am a man of this world.
Oh but the world urges to flow outward,
And the standpipe,
Rusty and dripping poverty,
Is but the mind’s eagerness
To hold love down.
For there are some
Whose eyes see beyond the standpipe
To the infinite source,
A waterfall
In which all need
Is foiled in an everlasting deluge.
And for others there is no standpipe
Denying the flow,
Only the mind
Constructing a fictional valve,
Dispensing injustice
And such a limited view.
For energy is free for all,
And you may drink your fill
Until you are full and wholesome
And ready to share
All the light in the world,
Knowing there is no end to it.