Sometime the old lives rise
From where they lie,
Undisturbed
But fully functional:
Scripts we once called ourself
And followed unconsciously,
Ideas we believed
But forgot we believed,
Whose presence
Steers us
On courses
Now obsolete and irrelevant,
The machine trundling on
In a groove set
Years ago,
Thoughts we ceased to see
Guiding us
In the robotic program
Of our walking sleep.
The past is littered with casualties:
And mind
Will go back
And count the lost,
And perhaps dwell there
As an unhappy accountant
To that which should have been.
–
But love is never lost:
The wise
Cast away the past
With all its woe and misery,
And hold only
To principle love,
The heart warmth
That tells of eternity
Beneath the messy arithmetic,
An inward wealth
To right all wrongs,
Solve hurts
And salve wounds,
A truth that swells
As it is acknowledged,
A truth that wholes
And reveals
That beyond and behind
The persistent ills,
Love holds all
In sanctity pristine
And being,
Ever perfect.
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.
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.
First, I settle
And then
As if drifting
I am dipped in the liquid of being
And go whole
Into that golden sea,
The light sea
Where there are no beginnings.
–
And in those unfathomed waters
All that was
Is indistinguishable,
All that could be
Is likewise nullified,
All things of form
Answer the call,
Returning home to the source
To be free.
–
Yet when I arise,
When I put on my clothes,
My mind and my body,
I feel the warm nakedness of truth,
A drop of that sea
Lubricating all things
With wonder,
A single infinite drop
Baptising all with its light.
Looking deep
Inside myself,
I find things
In all degree of
Colourful multitude.
But who sees those things,
And from which vantage
Are they lit
And wholly perceived?
And so I turn around
And face the formless face of myself,
The placeless place
Lacking evidence
Of all but being’s
Un-identity.
Am I really nothing
But the looking,
But the seeing,
But the loving
Which loves itself
And loves
As a star illuminates?
For with each glance
The scent of something comes
Which fills my heart,
And when I see the love pass
I look again into nothing
And yet again
I am fulfilled.
And then, not dwelling,
I lift my eyes from the love
Which became alive,
Glance once more
To that which I cannot perceive
And look…….
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!
–
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.
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.
What other life
Could I live
But yours,
The life in you:
Sweetest infinite being.
Is this praise,
To fall into your arms,
To release
Every objectified form
Of its obligation
To fulfil?
For it is surely madness
To look for love
Outside the source of self,
Overlooking the sweetness
For a wearisome search.
Only in you
Is gentle salve,
Only in you
Is satisfaction,
Only in you
Is happiness.
To this, I am devotional
For this great love for you
Is love in me:
There are not two loves,
Not me and not you,
Not two,
For in love
We are one infinite being.
Here in the glistening, twittering light
Of a dewdrop and bird-call morn,
I think back to our meeting
And find I have not left you
Nor feel one increment apart
From the all I found
Inside my heart
And the camaraderie
Of friendship
Couched in being.
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