I am caught
In a wave of well-being,
Picked up
By the surge,
Borne upon its energy
Until I glow
As fierce
As if sunshine
Were burning
In the heart of every cell,
Inundating body and mind,
And holding me
Up and afloat,
Buoyant and light.
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Drunk On Possibility
I sip the sweet elixir of possibility,
Taste the unbound
And find there
Nothing but the self unshackled.
What can we be
When we step from the tight
Groove of routine,
The preprogrammed and forethought track.
I do not conceive the answer
But sense that which is not yet born,
That free form,
Unfettered and dreamy.
I drink of this possibility
Becoming drunk on love,
Bathing in the fluid of possibility alone;
A not knowing
As broad as a river,
Deepening and widening
And carrying me happily along.
Love Shines
When the mind quietens
The sun shines
Internally radiant,
Offering love
In the entirety of its being.
–
As I am shining
I am bathing
In the warmth
That irrigates the body/mind.
–
Could it really be
That such a (no)thing
Could go unnoticed,
This most apparent (no)thing
Somehow overlooked?
–
And so eclipsed,
The universe of being
Seems cold and absent,
The self crystallised in ideas
And apparently imprisoned.
–
Rigid in the un-rigid,
We call incarceration ourself
And suffer the consequences of belief,
Pained because we cling,
Hurting because we identify with stiffness
In all that is only fluid.
–
But when the mind quietens
The sun shines
Internally radiant,
Offering love
In such abundance.
–
And as I am shining,
Bathing in the warmth
That irrigates the body/mind,
I see that irrespective of the mind’s condition,
Love shines
In the entirety of being.
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.
We Enter Ourselves
We take a stroll
Because of our shared love of truth.
We ask: what is the nature of I?,
Allowing the question
To sit in the tip of our tongues,
The taste of ourself
Percolating silence.
The mind might garble
But the taste is true.
What is the taste? Love?
Warmth and understanding?
Limitless, boundless I?
We stroll deeper still
Speaking our hearts,
Hearing our hearts’ perspective.
Fear seems a long way away,
Not even a problem,
For we ask: what is the nature of I?
And the answer is a recognition,
Our deliverance to it,
In it,
That we are
The truth we seek,
We are
Beautiful being,
Satisfied in the being of it.
Love’s Resonance
Truth is sweet upon my tongue
When I speak
From the loving perspective.
It’s as if the world warms
And expands,
Envelopes all in a delightful oneness,
A magic sprung for the heart’s
Open portal to the Word beyond.
And what of ownership?
There is none but God’s silence
Percolating and infusing
First the body,
Then the outer world,
Reaching to all infinity,
His space rightly claimed.
Truth is like honey on the tongue,
Sweeter for sharing,
Sweeter still in the expanding moment,
Wholly overwhelming
Like an encompassing wave,
And bringing all to love’s resonance.
Gift
I dropped into myself
Settling into stillness,
Falling deeper
And ever deeper
Until I touched the reverent moment
And disappeared.
–
And now I rise
Back into the body,
Up, up, up and up
Into the world,
Wet and frictionless as a new born
As if my slick skin
Were a lung
And could drink
The divine osmosis,
Every molecule freely interchanged,
Undone in form,
Beautiful and borderless.
–
Oh, how warm
Have I come clothed in nakedness,
How touched
I am;
Come home
From home
To home,
As if when I drank from myself
The whole universe
Became a vast and comfortable blanket
That I did not drag
Upon my back
But which bore me
As though a wave of lightest medium
Harnessed me to its being
And brought me surging,
And painted gleaming new.
–
And so,
What thing I am,
What movement in which I move
Is bowed
To lowest bended knee,
And from the eyes
Tears stream
In bountiful gladness,
Lubricating the offering
I offer whole and entirely:
My heart held out
In the palm of my hand
As a gift to you,
My love,
A gift for you.
Thank You Lord
Thank you Lord
For my heart floats free
In the amnion of love.
I feel it there
Breathing borderless being,
A fluid bathing
In the broad waters of the one self.
Thank you Lord
For with eyes open
I see through a lense of love.
For so long I mistook you
In the world
As flat and featureless
And ached with every minute dull,
Yet now I see miracles:
The mosquito feasting on my skin,
The church lit yellow in the night,
The drone blinking high above my head,
The crickets chirruping,
The dogs barking to their fellow mates,
The simple pleasure
And description of my pen,
And all myriad things unnumbered
And unrecountable
In scope I could not list
Nor tell,
Nor ever find
Unreachable end,
For none seems untouched
By light of life,
Enabling the whole its happening,
The dancing now
Filled beyond truly reasonable.
Oh thank you Lord
For allowing me life,
My old and static heart
Dissolved to but a current,
A brief shimmering,
A joy
Thrilling loose in spirit,
And bringing deepest recognition
That there is nothing
In all this
But you.
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