Love’s Essential Spirit

Gentle, gentle, gentle light

You are the mother’s smile

Upon the newborn child,

A gift

In loving wonderment.

And who upon the earth

Is not lifted by this?

Whose heart is not afloat

Despite the wretched mires

Of fearful belief?

Whose heart does not beat

In time with this deeper song?

Thank you for this gentle light

Bathing both body and mind,

Infusing the raw matter

With the seed of life

And holding the heart aloft

In its rightful place,

In love’s essential spirit.

In Your Subtle Magic

In your subtle magic

I feel the breeze of God

Blow fresh upon my face,

As though my heart were dipped in you

And open to receive

The gift of love

In its dreamy magnitude.

Oh, but this is just poetry

And the facts of your warm breath

Are the melting

In the melting,

The dissolution of the self

As one salt drop becomes the sea,

Where worry is made redundant

By the loving,

And fears

Are turned to whispered nothings,

And the heart reins full

And beautiful,

Seeing beyond the body’s boundaries,

Smiling upon the mind

And the thoughts

And the self importance,

Utterly disintegrated.

Where Else?

What is there to discover

Beyond the warm heart?

What need is there

That the warm heart cannot vanquish?

I would settle here,

In the valley of green possibility

Where dreams manifest

In the twinkling of a joyful eye.

I would rest awhile,

Sit quietly on a rock

And watch the day unfold,

Listening to the silence and the twittering birds.

For the day is as broad as being

And warm on my upturned face,

My eyelids resting comfortably closed.

And I can hardly discern

If it’s the sun’s touch

That so warms,

Or some inward principle

At the centre of me.

Always Here

You are always here.

Sometimes, I turn away,

Riding the maelstrom of my thoughts

Until I’m dizzy,

But you are always here.

And Sometimes my mind strays

Convoluted paths

To past and futures imaginary,

But still you are always here.

I remember when I thought you were not,

Couldn’t even imagine

A way out of the bubble of my loneliness,

Seeing only glimpses to highlight

My misery at being so lost;

But you were always here.

If you are self or God,

Or even make believe,

I am glad that you are always here

Because you are always here.

For You

I would give you the warmth of my heart,

Let it out free

So we might sit

In the joy of togetherness,

Knowing that the warmth is neither you

Or me, being wholly unowned

And untouched by our mind’s dabbling.

I would give you the warmth of my heart,

To know the warmth of my heart

And because

This is how it was meant to be,

You and I friends,

Free in our being,

Happy because we are.

I would give you the warmth of my heart,

For the gift is ours

Only in its giving,

And I am tired of the old ways

Of a scant life attempted

In the absence of love.

Heart Slide

The lonely heart

Is beyond tired:

It is absent.

Acknowledge the absence,

The dept

The insatiable wanting.

See it,

See the absolute truth

Of the hungry heart

And the deepest moment

Where two possibilities balance

Side by side,

Where one thing

Becomes its opposite,

And slides

From dept to fullness,

From hunger to wholeness

From wanting to satisfied,

For the heart is alive

And brimming

With warmth,

Not lonely

Or tired,

Just present.