You call my name
With the music of your voice
And now I am falling……
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Falling into your voice,
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And……
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I am….
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Lost in the falling,
Adrift in beauty’s placeless place;
In love with love…
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Oh, I am….
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Speechless ………..and wordless
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Stripped of my meaning
And brought to my knees
Before God….
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Oh, I am
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Silenced
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Silence
Why look for the cause
When the cause is the whole universe
At this very moment,
Karma’s unnumbered strands
Fast in a knot
The shape of reality
Right now!
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To look for the cause is madness,
When love stands by
Neutral and beneficent,
Allowing the knot
It’s imperfect-perfect life,
Accepting the conundrum
And shining through the unreality of it.
Wonder lust
In the ever opening eye,
Wider with each glimpse
Of the infinite,
Broader
With its ephemeral taste.
Oh, how I am caught
By allure,
Drawn ever deeper
And called ever on,
Wiling to give my all,
My wholeness
My life
My love,
Hold back
Not a single drop,
Give it up,
Until I have none
Until I am undone
Until I am one.
All things are drawn
To the crucible of the heart:
None are immune
Or impartial to its force.
And there
The matter of it
Is dissolved,
Brought to equality
And equanimity
By love’s dominance.
All are relieved,
All are forgiven,
For I dwells there
And yet dwells elsewhere
In the same instant,
Covering the whole of it,
Every dimension
And all far reaches.
I, the lover and the loved,
I, the being being,
I, the one and all,
Star-bright and all consuming,
Dematerialising that which it touches.
I breathe the life
In fresh air,
Close my eyes
And feel the space inside
As I feel the space without.
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I smile at nothing
Feeling vibrant space,
Feeling being
Feeling the nothing of my self,
And tasting sweetness.
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Who am I in this
With every idea cast
And separate from my being?
Who am I
In this?
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I am space
And fresh air
And sweetness.
I am nothing
But being’s spaciousness.
Chittering wrens
Pick from the larder of cones
Clutched in the pine-brush
And absorb the awakening light.
Beneath, I sit and ponder
On the nature of being.
Some would speak of mankind
Separate from reality,
Somehow living above it all.
Yet, I am moved
Upon the turning of the world
In season’s gentle shift
Of early beginnings
And day pushed into night.
Surely this body,
As all walking free,
Feels the thrust of life
In the burst of the bud,
Unopened but profoundly expectant.
Surely all are moved
By the first warm breeze
Tickling the pine needles above.
Who is really alone
When life thrums
Through the body’s instrument,
When the very moon
Sways the water of our moods
And the constitution of our minds,
And new light shines,
Drawing us out
To sit absorbing
Like the first insect
Roused from hibernation’s
Torpid sleep?
Stillness settled with the night
And did not leave,
And now a windless, blue sky
Brims with spaciousness.
Birds, twittering in the skeletal trees
Dissect the quiet, but not the stillness,
Their tongue’s music
Is the sharp edge
Of reality.
I lean against a wall
Bathed in fresh light.
Things happen in the stillness:
A car passes,
A faraway motorbike on a faraway road,
Blunter than the birds,
A squeal of a refuse truck, ever hungry.
But the stillness remains,
Deeper and more broad
Than the mind can conceive,
Deeper and more broad,
And deeper still.
The tree, standing elegantly tall
Knows the stillness intimately.
It stands beside me, thrumming
With a soundless resonance.
In the patch of sunlight
I lean against the wall,
Listening to the birds,
Knowing that stillness.
At first
There is an arm around your shoulder
As you realise
Your mind has spiralled in fear,
But then love
Hugs to your being
As if you were lifted,
Buoyed upon the heart’s
Opening up.
And now in the eyes
And in the body
Warmth flows,
And to look upon the world
Is to look in love,
For love loves
To all else’s detriment.
And even to look upon fear
With love is to understand:
It’s to offer a hand
To what seemed unloveable
And know it inert,
Know it powerless,
Know it wholly loved,
For fear is but a thought
Held shadowy,
Fear is the mind shunning
It’s greater nature,
Fear is the heartless mind
Mired in calculation,
Holding out
Yet awaiting its moment;
The inevitable cascade of love,
The overwhelming truth of God,
The totality asserting itself
Over separateness
And the illusion
That love is not the all of it.
Sometimes the storm
Is turbulent
But when the gusts calm,
When the fearful thoughts
Settle down,
The love we find is serene,
Bright-eyed and beautiful.
All that was tumultuous
And all that raged
Was but a movement
In love’s dream,
A squall playing on the surface,
A temporary disturbance
On the facade of our lives,
Fleeting and momentary
But unable to touch the depth of us.
These days the truth seems elusive:
The certainties we took for granted
Are dissolving into a mix of twisted
And frightening realities.
Who to trust now
When all around are pushing
Agendas and fake news?
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Trust in the inner truth of self
For there is a wellspring of energy
Beyond the realms of ‘not enough’.
Always and ever present
The heart’s voice speaks
In fearlessness:
The now in which we live
Is safe,
A flow of abundance
And ever-giving wealth.
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Know this as being
Know this being as yourself,
For in being
The noise of fractious multitudes
Quietens and ebbs,
Even their voices
Are imbued with love.
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The truth is never elusive
When we dissolve
And trust in trust,
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The truth is always,
Always in love.
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