Month: March 2022

Sweetest Infinite Being

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What other life

Could I live

But yours,

The life in you:

Sweetest infinite being.

Is this praise,

To fall into your arms,

To release

Every objectified form

Of its obligation

To fulfil?

For it is surely madness

To look for love

Outside the source of self,

Overlooking the sweetness

For a wearisome search.

Only in you

Is gentle salve,

Only in you

Is satisfaction,

Only in you

Is happiness.

To this, I am devotional

For this great love for you

Is love in me:

There are not two loves,

Not me and not you,

Not two,

For in love

We are one infinite being.

A Wish For Freedom

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To the outside world

Goes the greedy hand

Backed by the greedy mind,

Collecting

Always collecting,

As if

All the stuff of ideas

Would make a person bold

And impervious to time.

–

But how heavy it is,

How imprisoning

This reputation we call ourselves,

How enslaving

To be caged

When the deeper self

Is infinitely free.

–

A thought occurs:

To release the clothes

I thought myself,

To lie back and relax

In nakedness,

For I am not a thing in this world

But that which knows

All myriad happenings.

–

This is my wish for freedom:

A wish that settles like sediment

A wish that diminishes to peace

A wish that quietens to nothing,

Ebbs to wishlessness

And dies like a sunset.

Fresh Air

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I breathe the life

In fresh air,

Close my eyes

And feel the space inside

As I feel the space without.

–

I smile at nothing

Feeling vibrant space,

Feeling being

Feeling the nothing of my self,

And tasting sweetness.

–

Who am I in this

With every idea cast

And separate from my being?

Who am I

In this?

–

I am space

And fresh air

And sweetness.

I am nothing

But being’s spaciousness.

A Loving Moment

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For a moment,

I am in love

With the world

Dancing before eyes,

The whole and beautiful spectrum.

My heart

Has broken the bounds of my body

Escaped the cage of my chest

And gone free

In the sphere

In the space

In the being.

Oh, how there is warmth in this,

Warmth in it all,

Myself mellow in my finger tips

As it it is mellow in the trees

And distant fields.

How broad is gratitude?

Broader than the flawless sky,

And deeper than seeing,

The yolk of my heart tumbling out

Until there is nothing untouched,

Nothing unglazed by light,

Nothing that isn’t dripping

With love,

As if form

Were some bizarre

And delicious flower,

Pungent and exuberantly expressing

Such divine fecundity.

A Bright New Day

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Chittering wrens

Pick from the larder of cones

Clutched in the pine-brush

And absorb the awakening light.

Beneath, I sit and ponder

On the nature of being.

Some would speak of mankind

Separate from reality,

Somehow living above it all.

Yet, I am moved

Upon the turning of the world

In season’s gentle shift

Of early beginnings

And day pushed into night.

Surely this body,

As all walking free,

Feels the thrust of life

In the burst of the bud,

Unopened but profoundly expectant.

Surely all are moved

By the first warm breeze

Tickling the pine needles above.

Who is really alone

When life thrums

Through the body’s instrument,

When the very moon

Sways the water of our moods

And the constitution of our minds,

And new light shines,

Drawing us out

To sit absorbing

Like the first insect

Roused from hibernation’s

Torpid sleep?