If friendship is more than merely
The sharing of ideas,
More than agreement,
More than a likeness of thought,
Then,
Am I,
Like you,
In our being
Friend to all upon the earth?
love
Wealth
It’s a feeling,
Warm as a scent-laden breeze,
The succulent breath
Of a fertile night
Rich with possibility.
It speaks, and says,
“the universe is infinite,
And you,
One with it,
Part of it,
Every molecule bathed,
Are infinite too.
Drink of me,
Be drunk in me,
Wealth is love
Bubbling as creation’s
Spring;
Only through you
What is seen
Is seen.
Join the feeling
As the bee joins
Summers fecundity,
As beings all
Rise aloft
Life’s indomitable spirit.
Wealth is yours,
Your essence,
Your birthright,
And the deeper truth
Of your reality.”
The Great River
I lie back
In the great river,
Its warm waters
Lapping at my cheek,
My chin and my forehead.
The great liquid of the world
Holds me with a tenuous grip,
Perhaps only a nudge
Upon a gently idling whirlpool.
My chest holds my heart to the sun
And I am open as a child
Yet to learn.
There is sunshine on my thoughts
And eyes, closed
For the meandering of the heart
And wisdom’s language,
Subtle as the currents
Baring me.
I am alive in trust,
Surrendered to the water’s movement,
Guided by it,
Content to be borne
Where its great waters will.
Falling Into Nothing
I lean back
And fall into nothing,
Released from the world
So various
And swallowed
So the tight knot of ideas,
Beliefs and concrete thoughts
That I called myself,
Melts away
Until I am naked
But for my essential self,
Zeroed in formlessness.
–
When I return,
Pick up my thoughts,
They are loose upon my back,
Less important
Than the warmth of love
Irrigating my being,
And somehow charged
By the seeing.
I am reborn in myself
As myself,
Free in my body
And free in my mind.
–
Where else but nowhere,
Being nothing but being,
Can you be free
Of the entanglements
Of the physical world?
Really, That Simple?
Is it really
As simple
As remembering love,
Acknowledging
The love in being
And that being is love?
–
Is it as simple
As turning one’s head,
Looking inward
To the source
And seeing
That source is love?
–
Is it that simple
To notice the beautiful
Hidden before your eyes,
Hidden in plain sight,
Love at your centre
Brimming where it has always dwelt,
–
Love waiting with open arms
For you to see
And be one
With your heart,
Finally coming home
To the home you already are?
The Paradox Of Separate Worlds
In the this singular world,
This individual,
Personal reality
In which I am centre
And no other exists
But as myriad watching faces,
(Equally individual
And no less personal,
Yet experienced by me
As face, not world),
I see my thoughts
Only my thoughts,
And you see yours,
Only yours.
And we will never know each other,
For you,
As I
Are master artist,
Applying a veneer
To all
Upon which our thoughts alight.
And we’ll never really meet
Or experience
The truth
Of our separate realities,
For all I see is me
And all you see is yours,
Except in the richness
And depth of our being
Where we are undivided,
Sharing wholly
The abundance of love.
Love Fills
I am lifted upon a cloud
As light as love
As playful and transient
As love,
Making no mark upon the world
But indelible significance.
For what else lifts us
In the body?
What else
Conveys the clouds,
Makes the moon the delicious moon
And the sun magnificent?
Even when we are down,
Crowded by thoughts,
Living beaten
By the throng of our thinking,
Still we are lifted
And still we are born
In the world and of the world,
Love in everything
Despite our tenacious denial.
How long can we hold
To absence, and the idea
Of heartless universe?
A lifetime, perhaps?
Or perhaps,
There is instantaneous recognition
That loves fills
And always has.
In The Feeling
In the feeling
All that was future
And past
Is gathered
To the beautiful, unfolding now.
You,
Withdrawn from scattered self
With eyes only for the world
And the things in it,
Are returned inward
To yourself,
Finding that you are whole
As you have always been,
And full of love
For every wrong turn
That lead you to the truth.
Never were you parted
Never were you alone
Never were you distant
From wisdom’s place
And the heart song
Singing
Life’s simple authenticity.
You are the outpouring of self,
Fresh and new and crisp
To the world
And joyous
In the living of it.
Love
Love sees you
Dwelling shameful,
Harbouring secret thoughts
Too ugly to own,
And puts its hand upon your shoulder,
Turns your face
Towards the sun
And whispers
‘You are not alone in this
For I hold all in warmth,
And all your shameful thought
Is but a heavy weight
You need not lug about
Nor even believe.
Come out
From the shadow of your thinking,
There is no weight in love
Only fullness
Of the heart absolved
And the infinite wealth
Of joyous being.’
Potential
Turn
From the tired old trudge
Into limitation,
Where the mind conjures
Ever decreasing lack
And multiplies of hardship.
Turn towards
The vortex of love
Spinning perfect
In the centre you forget
While straying in the dream
Of you as lonely entity,
You as lonely, separate fact.
This infinite you is limitless
And born anew,
Fresh and ever fruitful.
It calls the thoughts,
Enrobes them rich,
Colours them
In love’s ubiquitous energy,
And spins them
In upward spirals
Bringing more and more
And glorious more
In never ending
Expansion of being,
A potential
That cannot be reached
But can be
Reached into
And rode:
You,
Forever uplifted.
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