Where Else?

What is there to discover

Beyond the warm heart?

What need is there

That the warm heart cannot vanquish?

I would settle here,

In the valley of green possibility

Where dreams manifest

In the twinkling of a joyful eye.

I would rest awhile,

Sit quietly on a rock

And watch the day unfold,

Listening to the silence and the twittering birds.

For the day is as broad as being

And warm on my upturned face,

My eyelids resting comfortably closed.

And I can hardly discern

If it’s the sun’s touch

That so warms,

Or some inward principle

At the centre of me.

Always Here

You are always here.

Sometimes, I turn away,

Riding the maelstrom of my thoughts

Until I’m dizzy,

But you are always here.

And Sometimes my mind strays

Convoluted paths

To past and futures imaginary,

But still you are always here.

I remember when I thought you were not,

Couldn’t even imagine

A way out of the bubble of my loneliness,

Seeing only glimpses to highlight

My misery at being so lost;

But you were always here.

If you are self or God,

Or even make believe,

I am glad that you are always here

Because you are always here.

For You

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.

Share The Light

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.

Endlessly Refreshing

The air in me

Is not mine.

The bone and the flesh,

And deeper defined –

The vessels, the nerves, the cells,

And deeper still – the molecules bound,

Are not me or mine,

But companions

In a movement of time.

Am I the river, a stream?

Am I the wind,

Am I the rain?

Together we are something

And nothing.

But alive is

This dance of form expressing,

Unfolding, degrading, re-expressing,

For this world is but a wondrous garment,

Worn and tore down

Worn and torn down

Worn and torn down,

Endlessly refreshing.

For All

The drunkard on the street

Begging with dirty fingers

Is no less worthy.

The banker mired in wealth,

Fiddling his taxes

Has access to everlasting love.

The warlord

Entrenched in violence

Could touch the eternal flame.

The everyman

Just getting on

Is a request away from energy.

The robber, the thief, the swindler,

And the police

Are equally entitled.

All are welcomed

Into the heart of love,

The sun inside, shining infinitely.

The Warmth

Bathe in the warm sea

Of universal light,

For it is near,

As near as your body.

You can reach for it,

Ask for it to warm your heart,

For it is as close to you

As your famished thoughts.

You can have it.

It is yours and always was,

You just turned away

For the briefest everlasting moment.