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.

Meditation

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

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

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.

I Dwells There

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.

Sweetest Infinite Being

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.

A Wish For Freedom

To the outside world

Goes the greedy hand

Backed by the greedy mind,

Collecting

Always collecting,

As if

All the stuff of ideas

Would make a person bold

And impervious to time.

But how heavy it is,

How imprisoning

This reputation we call ourselves,

How enslaving

To be caged

When the deeper self

Is infinitely free.

A thought occurs:

To release the clothes

I thought myself,

To lie back and relax

In nakedness,

For I am not a thing in this world

But that which knows

All myriad happenings.

This is my wish for freedom:

A wish that settles like sediment

A wish that diminishes to peace

A wish that quietens to nothing,

Ebbs to wishlessness

And dies like a sunset.

Acknowledge Life

Do not attend

To the negative mind

With its litany of faults

And endless tribulations,

For there is only calculation there

And the ceaseless multiplication

Of a seemingly separate

And beleaguered self.

Instead,

Acknowledge the life-giving principle,

For there is life in life,

Rich abundance

And love’s infinity

In the looking to it,

The looking in it,

The abiding in the self

That knows.

Acknowledge its presence

And like magic,

Be in presence

For the acknowledging

And being

Are the very same thing.

The one looking at truth

Is the truth looking;

And in this

The ‘so called’ negative mind

Is offered the most exquisite kindness,

A forever home inside the self

And the gift

That it need not be other than it is.