If there was
A you and I
We would
Be sitting together now
Laughing at the world
And the ways
Humans like to dance.
But there is no you
And no I
Here to dance
Though it seems
Like that
Some days.
So what is there
Here between us?
There is no between
And no distance
And no time
And nothing
I would not see
As purely myself.
And so,
We sit together
Divided by oceans
But bound
By the ocean of love
Of which we are
Wholly ourselves,
And we laugh
As if
There was a you
And I
Siting beside one another
Content
To watch the world dance.
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Path
Brother,
Stand unashamed
In the truth
Of your enquiring self.
You are he
Who must ask questions
To quench his thirst.
You cannot fight
Your birthright
Or the way
You are in the world.
Rest in this knowledge
That the path is right,
And your place on it
Is where you must be.
There is a deep truth
In acceptance
Of all
That you are
And all you have taken on.
Only this
Will see you transformed
And untransformed.
How you are
Is the truth
As it stands
In the moment.
There is sweetness here
Even while bitterness
Is tasted.
There is great freedom
To be powerless
Before God
To be as He is
To be as He is.
The Yoga Of Friendship
Dearest friend
I could sit in the silence of our being
And dwell satisfied
In the knowledge
That we are joined in the heart of our life,
For our friendship
Is not based on superfluous traits
But deep seated
And deep rooted
And deep found
In the beginnings of our self
Where we are one:
One, to the exclusion of other,
One, to the exclusion of else,
Simply and only one,
Where friendship is shared
And where all that seemed separate
Is found to be joined
And all that seemed divided
Is unified and whole.
I Love You
Who are you
Being
That I should love you
With but the love you bring,
For in your arms
I am loved
By the love
Only the beloved sings.
Is this a paradox of madness,
Imagination’s great leap
Into the unknown?
No, for I know you
⁃ Warmth of sweetest certainly –
For you come to me
As me,
And only as the One
Are you One being.
–
Oh, if I could but convey
That which I don’t understand!
If only I could muster what I feel
Through the heart’s open eye
And write the truth,
Evoke the love so evocative.
Yet,
Truly I am failing,
Though thankful to try,
For with each attempt,
Each unsuccessful bid
To describe the indescribable
I am drawn closer in
And likewise
The world is infused,
Being
Free
Every where, when and thing
In boundlessness.
And all that I am?
But a momentarily eddy in the energy sea
Arising as
⁃ I love you –
Like a strand of luminous,
Ephemeral light
Written on nothing
Yet somehow said,
And yet
Unsaid
And yet somehow still happening.
The Fluid Sea
The fluid sea washes
On the shores of myself,
Half mix
Of night’s starlight
Swirling among phosphorus blooms,
A myriad microorganisms
Mirroring heavenly cosmos.
–
I feel salt sea
The brine waters of myself
Pulsing in time
With all the universe,
For I am half mix
Of cosmos
Swirling skyward,
And the earthen matter
Transfixed and tied by gravity.
–
I am
But the fluid sea
Speaking in waves,
My pen sketching moonlight slithers
Silvering the cusp
Of words,
Half mix
Of universe
And the brine-like being
Bathing me.
Stable Ground
For all the gifts
The world would offer,
None is more than passing,
None less transient
Than the clouds
Ever changing face and form.
–
Who and what
Finds immunity
From THIS law?
What in all that slips
And falls apart
And wears out
And degrades
Offers immutability’s
Stable ground?
–
None but formlessness
–
None but nothing’s something
–
None but silence’s empty space.
–
Only here in nowhere
–
Where there is none but one
–
Is peace unnamed,
–
Unmade and unhappening.
The Moment Is Fresh
The moment is fresh
As dew-lubricated leaves
New from the womb of the world.
Oh, this sweet, empty moment,
Virgin as the first born thing,
How can I describe your unresistance
With but the clumsy word?
For you are nothing:
An endless, friendly nothing
Holding me in your arms,
Tender as the loving heart
Welcoming all that is.
You, who is no you,
You, who is everything
Seen and unseen,
Everything unformed or dwelling unchanging
In that which is not yet made.
–
The moment is fresh
And alive with infinite spirit,
And while the dogged mists and moods
Of false thoughts,
So seemingly bonded and glued,
Drift upon me from time to time,
Obscuring your brilliance,
They too, are born in you,
They too, arise in the light
Of awareness’s presence,
Taking their life
From the very light that you are.
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