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.

Endlessly Refreshing

The air in me

Is not mine.

The bone and the flesh,

And deeper defined –

The vessels, the nerves, the cells,

And deeper still – the molecules bound,

Are not me or mine,

But companions

In a movement of time.

Am I the river, a stream?

Am I the wind,

Am I the rain?

Together we are something

And nothing.

But alive is

This dance of form expressing,

Unfolding, degrading, re-expressing,

For this world is but a wondrous garment,

Worn and tore down

Worn and torn down

Worn and torn down,

Endlessly refreshing.