Never too late to acknowledge love:
The love that beats in every heart,
Sustains every self,
Brims ever full
And ever beautiful:
There in ignorance
Or in knowing,
Binding us to the world,
Bringing us the world,
Allowing us to be
As we are,
Free in the conundrum
And wonder of it all.
The heart says
Do not fear
Even if the danger seems imminent.
You must act
For the body’s safety
And as the conscience decrees,
Of course and most wisely,
But not from fear,
Not from an idea of future doom.
For the future is unborn,
Made of imaginings
And infinite potential
And all the combined karmas of the world:
And who can know that conundrum?
The now, however, is filled with love
And made of love
And witnessed by love,
And so too are all possible futures
Despite the dark veneers
That might come to pass.
And surely these dark illusions
Will tempt and prod
And precipitate
Any knot of fear held within the body,
Inviting the mind
To follow their bitter prospectuses
To a seemingly pitiful demise.
And perhaps you will be ensnared,
Caught fearful and flapping,
Making up facts
To fit the worry
You’ve whisked into a maelstrom.
Yet, you might pause
When fear offers its seductive hand,
Pause in the precious moment,
A moment with no past
Or combined future,
Just the here
In being and beauty –
A beauty never once touched
By fear’s tarnishing word.
And in this quite,
The heart’s voice
Offers silence
In a hundred multiples of love,
And fills the dawn
And itself in one
As love is unveiled
In its entirety,
Ever unfettered,
Never annulled
And never ever diminished.
Love breathes
Its breath
Upon the suffering of man:
A sweat breath
Upon the knots of thought
And tangled emotion;
A fragrant breath
Laced with the ingredients of freedom
And possibilities infinite.
To the prison of locked thought
And tight-chested constriction,
Love melts itself
And all
Into beautiful lubrication,
Absorbs what is not light
Into light’s overwhelming union,
Consumes illusion
And false belief,
Turns mind
To truth,
And flowers in itself
As oneness wholly felt.
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?
In the aching out
Of separation from the Source,
In that desperation
Of the body without,
Energy in that fraught moment
Disbelieved
And transformed into a mind robbing truth,
The inner sun eclipsed
Until all is gripped anxiety
And the thieving hunger
Drawn from soul
Reluctant in the giving.
In that moment,
In the knowing of that bitter biting absence,
That disconnected fatigue
And adrenal drift of dept,
Caffeine flowing
In the pressured veins,
In that moment
Of seeing the truth of untruth
And the untruth of lovelessness,
The love to flood the self is found,
And all that was
Is warmed
And looked upon
With tender eyes
That seed no malignancy,
Only the simple need
That needs
Parenting
By the blessed touch of grace.
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