You can dial into love
As simply as smelling a rose,
As simply as taking a breath.
Dial into love
And feel the love that you feel:
It doesn’t matter if it’s for a pet,
A person alive or dead,
It doesn’t matter:
The warmth of love is the same.
Dial in to love:
Love that love:
Love and be loved
And step into the expanding realm
Swelling in your heart’s domain.
Taste the love that loves,
The love you have always been.
We are all stripped
Of our accumulations:
The stuff we call ourselves;
Hang ups, difficulties, resistances,
All that dogged memory,
And then we are washed in so many ways
Until the gleam of pure life
Shines in our eyes
And we come to each other,
Humbled and with love in our hearts,
A gleaming energy
Lightening our steps
And eroding further
The weight we thought was ours,
The weight we thought was ourselves,
The weight we carried and called
The inescapable gravity of our lives.
I sit in pleasantness,
My eyes closed
And my ears open to the hubbub
Of a cafe crowd.
I’m not sure
If there are wandering thoughts:
If there are
I’m mildly disinterested,
Easy in the company
Of passers by,
Content in their presence.
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Reality is a warm space
Pierced by light.
–
Where is my place
In the unbounded sphere of being,
For I am apparently turned inside out
And existence seems defiant
Of flesh’s hard-skin boundary,
The whole world as if remade
As one limitless happening.
–
I open my eyes
And feel my heart’s pleasant touch
In all I would typical dissect
From my person and call by other names.
I look at the people, the trees,
The plastic chairs
But feel only the warmth
Containing their forms,
A warmth
Reaching ever out and always.
–
Reclining in this luxurious bliss
Is the only possibility,
For love is truly uncontained
And truth is far broader
Than the personality’s curtailment.
–
Perhaps some live,
In and as
This sweet openness,
Pleasant wherever they find themselves,
Love always unveiled.
So let this be my wish, now,
To remain in sweetness
And naked to the world,
Free
And beautiful
And alive,
And in constant touch
With the divine
That dissolves all that seemed
So defined
And resolutely insoluble.
Through the portal of the word
I remember love,
Step inside its resonance.
Truly it is unforgettable,
Yet what the mind says
In absence
Seems to veil
The unveilable,
Distract
From its absolute being.
–
I remember the love
That loves without question,
The love that simply loves,
Dissolves all in its recognition,
Ever brings forth
More of itself
In joyful abandon.
–
I remember love
That isn’t a memory
Or static thing
Locked in the vaults of my mind,
But instead
Vibrates with the essence of living,
The all of my heart.
–
I remember the place, shape
And flavour of love,
The being of love,
Always being
Always loving,
On which all find foundation.
–
I remember love,
That love
Closer to my heart
Than anything,
The love that does not stand apart
But enfolds
Simply everything.
I do not really comprehend
What mysteries unfolded
In the heart of this place,
But what I can discern
Is that I am moved
In ways beyond my understanding,
My body and my mind
Touched by the work of love.
I feel it in the antenna of myself
And in the knowing
Where love meets love,
And in the opening to the greater union.
Some may let this seeing slide
And go unacknowledged,
But my heart swells
To say this truth out loud
And bow to the profundity
Come upon me.
I stand grateful before you
And thankful for the alignment of the stars,
Your lineage
And your guru’s touch
That saw you born as I am born
To the wonder of it all,
The blessed fall into the ground of being.
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.
When the universe speaks
There is a flow of happiness
For in its voice is wisdom
Saying: please join the great river of joy
Ever flowing outward,
Like mildest breath of fresh air
Come to lighten us.
In this, all mens’ hearts are one,
All womens’ hearts are one,
All hearts inconceivably connected.
And even the fractious mind
Busy conceptualising everything separate
Is not shunned or shamed,
But invited.
And even this is untruth
For busy mind is but love conscripted,
Love’s energy veiled.
For what could exist
Outside everything?
Who in God is beyond
The infinite?
Where is this outside,
This place cut off
And separated from the wholeness?
What wholeness could wholeness be
If there was another in the realm?
And where else would we look for wholeness,
But in wholeness,
There being nothing but
Its infinity in which to be?
A winter sun
Glimmers pale
Through leafless branches
Alive with liquid dew buds,
And under a mackerel sky
I put myself to stacking wood.
–
From the store
I load an armful
And carry it to the pile beside my front door,
Savouring the woodsmoke air
Impregnated with birdsong.
Logs chime when they’re ready:
Knock two together and hear the clink
Of the summer’s drying maturation.
–
I stack the logs,
Throwing them together in a rough fit.
There’s the scent of twisting smoke again,
Sweet as warm-hearthed living.
I separate the smaller pieces for kindling,
Reworking the rest
Into a collage depiction of a fragmented trunk,
The grain of years encircling me.
–
A patch of light breaks through
And wets the leaves of an ornamental plant,
Unveiling the lingering touch
Of the vapour-breath night.
Once again, to the log pile
Where I find a hibernating wasp
Torpid in a fibrous crack.
I set its home aside,
Mindful of its sleeping potential.
–
Another load hugged,
Rough and calloused
To my fingertips.
Each piece
The perfect wholesome weight,
A measure of reality’s depth,
And warming my heart
Even before the spark has caught,
For the flame of life
Burns vigorous,
Ablaze in my heart
And the heart that is the world:
Life burns vibrantly bright
In everything,
In simply everything.
I wish to share the truth
That we’re not separate,
And that the feeling of separation
Is purely hoax,
A myth upon the mind
Played by the mind:
The mind swallowing its own lie.
–
What it means
Is that this warm heart inside my chest
Is your warm heart,
And that the being we are
Is one beautiful being
Holding us in its arms,
Cradling us
Feeding us the gift of life.
–
The love I feel
Is the same love
Blossoming inside yourself,
The exact same taste
Of infinite being.
We are one in this,
And knowing that the root
Of our life
Is the same root
From which all draw sustenance,
Means we can go free inside our personalities,
Move easy in our bodies,
Express our individuality to its fullest,
And be wholly ourselves.
What is this love
That firms the heart’s placement
And allows the lower guts
A secure knowing I,
For it speaks
Not in words
But in certainties,
Like deep roots
On which feelings
Draw support
For the body’s gross material.
–
And here there is knowing
That first in the world
Is the evergy body,
Like a current in the energy sea
In which all things are but component,
A dancing trace of a self
More nymph or laughter of light
Frequencing high, high, high
As electric thought
Transmitted.
–
This unshadowed being,
Swiftest eddie of soul untied,
Is our truth
Before the body,
Our elemental self
Free in the zest of freedom’s whole,
Free energy
Illuminating itself
Within itself,
Playfulness playing free
In all being,
The you before
Condensation in to form,
The lightest you
Unformed, unclothed and unprecipitated.
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