To share
The sunshine of the heart
Is to find
The sun upon your face
And bliss
In basking
In its beauty.
For around each corner
Is a smiling face
Reflecting joy,
Both playful and loving,
And each new corner
Yields still more of the same
Infinite quality.
Can you imagine
A world
In which the heart
Is worn naked
And transparent
In the body,
And everywhere
There are flowers
Glowing
In adoration of the sun?
Well, this IS the world
In which the heart
Finds its place in plenty
And where the mind
Has settled down.
This IS the world
Into which we are born
Through the tool of the body,
Knowing the grit and dank
Of the soil
And yet also
The ineffable reality
From whence we all come.
How could we not share
This truth
Made of light and love,
Beyond the bounds of space
And time
And all we deem heavy?
How could we not share
This warm and tender truth
Of happiness
God-given to us all
As life
Found effortless
Just like the sun
And the flowers -
And really
All forms under
The light loved down.
How could we not share
The sharing
That brought us to ourselves
And to the boundless
And to the truth
That we are love
First
Love first
Before all else.
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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.
In Love
In love
I am unmeasured by the world
And so I am free
As nothing
But the empty space,
Wide as the universe
Is unknowable,
Deep as starlight
From light years unfathomable,
Unexisting in peace
And effortlessly happy.
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
Only the taste of falling
Inside myself,
Eternity’s sweetness
Loose on the windless wind,
Unbound and unstuck,
Devoid in the void,
Annihilated formless.
A Loving Moment
For a moment,
I am in love
With the world
Dancing before eyes,
The whole and beautiful spectrum.
My heart
Has broken the bounds of my body
Escaped the cage of my chest
And gone free
In the sphere
In the space
In the being.
Oh, how there is warmth in this,
Warmth in it all,
Myself mellow in my finger tips
As it it is mellow in the trees
And distant fields.
How broad is gratitude?
Broader than the flawless sky,
And deeper than seeing,
The yolk of my heart tumbling out
Until there is nothing untouched,
Nothing unglazed by light,
Nothing that isn’t dripping
With love,
As if form
Were some bizarre
And delicious flower,
Pungent and exuberantly expressing
Such divine fecundity.
What Does Love Say
What does love say
To the mind’s swirling creations,
To its entrenched angst
And to all that ails
And seems intractable?
Love says nothing,
But like a tide of warm indulgence,
Love flows as the body of the boundless self,
Flows unstoppable to bitter ills
Dissolving all but itself
And freeing that self
From the illusions
That seem to bind it.
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.
Where Is Heaven?
Where is heaven?
Only here
With the past drawn up
And collected
Like the skirts of time
Were no longer historic,
Nor paid much mind,
The future too
Is clawed back home
Until the now is pure and plump
And filled to brimming with love:
And the measurement of things
Is scrapped
And swapped
For the absolute value
Of the universe,
The self brought
Wholly to heart.
Wealth
It’s a feeling,
Warm as a scent-laden breeze,
The succulent breath
Of a fertile night
Rich with possibility.
It speaks, and says,
“the universe is infinite,
And you,
One with it,
Part of it,
Every molecule bathed,
Are infinite too.
Drink of me,
Be drunk in me,
Wealth is love
Bubbling as creation’s
Spring;
Only through you
What is seen
Is seen.
Join the feeling
As the bee joins
Summers fecundity,
As beings all
Rise aloft
Life’s indomitable spirit.
Wealth is yours,
Your essence,
Your birthright,
And the deeper truth
Of your reality.”
A Dove Coos
A dove coos
In the the bell tower,
Soft and throaty
And warm
For the chicks
Loved in to the nest.
–
The Scots pine,
Lofty in the graveyard,
Stands still and magnificent
Exuding presence,
Shining with silence
And oblivious of time.
–
The woodland,
Dotted with ewes
And skewed graves stones
Chatters
In warble and whistle.
In the canopy
Birds flap and flutter unseen.
Only Our Thoughts
Only our thoughts
Deny the lifting spirit
Holding us buoyant
In the being alive.
Only our thoughts
Cage our minds,
Eclipsing
The wealth
Filling us
Until brimming,
Until our hearts
Are overflowed.
Only our thoughts
Obscure the love
Streaming out
Through ever cell,
Streaming out
Irrepressible:
Infinitely giving,
Infinitely wise.
Only our thoughts,
Our harmless thoughts,
Our transient
Substance-less thoughts
Believed to be strong,
Believed to hold
Power over us,
Believed for so long.
Only our thoughts
Are burnt
Under love’s internal sun,
And brought to nothing,
Our bonds loosened
As thoughts are seen
In freedom,
Seen for what they are:
Just fleeting thoughts,
Not owned,
But passing through
Unhindered, unclaimed, unchained
From who we are.
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