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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In Pleasantness
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.
–
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.
The Cow Shed
She goes to the lowing,
Rustling, cud chewing shed
To absorb a bovine energy.
From their eyes she drinks
A liquid stillness, breathes
Their heavy succulent breath
And observes their due drop snouts
Nuzzling and inquisitive.
More than anything
She finds them quite, satisfyingly quiet.
Despite the constant chewing,
Neck rubbing, hoof stomping
And fidgeting on their halters,
They exude
The deep silence of the soul,
A calm watery expression
Of grass transformed
To sweet clover thoughtlessness.
She drinks this in,
Finds resonance,
Matches their quality,
Becomes equally
And sublimely still.
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.
Remember Love
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.
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.
We Are One
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.
I Call Them Home
I call all my wants home
For each is like a hungry dog
Pulling hard on a rope,
Salivating
With the scent
Of satisfaction:
A dog’s belief
That things in the world
Can fulfil
Happiness.
–
I call them all:
The multitudes, the horde,
The ravenous pack – ever unfulfilled,
And whisper gently to them:
Sleep here by the fireside.
In my flame is the universal
– Burning without fuel
But for the fuel of the everlasting self.
Dine here
Where there is abundance
In sweet cornucopia.
Feed on that which is eternal
And drink from the ever brimming cup.
Do not look upon the world
For sustenance,
For it has nothing to give:
–
Look only to offer it love.
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.
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.
