Spring’s Self

Under soft February light

Where warming ethers

Carry earthy scents,

I remember my spring self

Among crocuses.

And yet again my heart is lifted

By the tide turn

Of day-length stretched,

Being motivated

To peep as a myriad

First shoots.

And yet again

The soft spell

Light upon my heart

Shimmers hazy

As sunbeams diffuse

In the mellow heavens,

And I can’t quite tell

If this space myself

Is me or the world

Or just spring’s fluid

Billowing out from itself.

The Two Lookings Of Me

Always, and first-off, I reach for mind,

Spewing story forward

Or back in time.

Invariably Imaginative,

I dwell in the colourful imagery

Of that dull and flat land,

Wishing for more,

Ever, ever more.

Later, I speak the words: “I am”

And feel the colourful future

Withdraw from absent lands,

While the past retreats into me,

Coalesces where I be,

Ever and always myself.

And here, the colour is love

Where fictions are impotent

And the warm smile of being

Dissolves all but itself.

The Path

In the ever present now

We find ourselves

Expanding

In knowing –

That we are infinite being

At the crisp edge

Of happening:

Becoming ourselves

In the unfolding of the universe.

And sometimes we forget,

Dawdle lazy

On the road

Of our making:

Obstacles scattered

By our own hand

That make the journey

Seem tiresome and long

And effortful.

And sometimes we remember

The ever present now,

And step inside ourselves

And the universe,

And the being

That we always were,

And see

We too are always infinite,

And the road

And its obstacles

Are but illusions

On an illusionary path.

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.

The Wealth

Not one of us

Upon the earth

Is anything less

Than the whole sun

Shining in being,

Illuminated in the endless wealth

Emerging from the formless realm,

The nothing and the nameless,

Our infinite self

Ever at our finger tips,

Infinitely Infinite and infinitely free.

It is only our crowded thoughts,

Straight-jacketing us rigid.

Gripping us to an idea

Of a drought-ridden self,

Stiff within our skin

And so hopelessly lonely,

That thinks us

Thought-severed from the Source,

And made bleak as a separate entity.

And yet, those thoughts separating

Are but tenacious thoughts,

Combined, conjoined, layered,

Believed, stiffened, judged

And felt solid enough to be real,

Each one hiding us from the truth:

That universal love

Is the absolute fundament of our nature:

The life force propelling,

Filling us up,

Upholding the fleeting entities

We call our selves,

Buoying us

Even when we deny we out buoyed.

Not one of us

Is anything less

Than the soul

That is all,

The one,

The only one,

The love emanating from Source

Becoming something,

Ever unfolding as the form-ful manifest.

Rest Awhile

Come thought,

Dogged and persistent,

Rest awhile,

For you have laboured

And toiled and tried

Yourself weary.

Rest awhile

For there is nothing

You can do,

Nothing you can improve

Or fix or even make right.

The world is as it is

And you are small,

A child in all of this.

Rest awhile

For the thoughts you think

Only momentarily eclipse

The love

That holds you in the world.

Rest awhile

And you will see,

You will feel,

All is well,

All is as it should be.

Love Connects Us

Though the days

Are heavy with loss

And the winter of grief

Holds us too close,

Love is yet

The deeper principle,

For all are borne

On love’s unknowable meandering,

All are borne upon life’s lifting back,

And though we are all

At some time recalled

Beyond our mind’s reach

And beyond the veil

Of substance and reality,

Love accompanies our passing,

Holding our hands

And whispering

That we are loved

And that those parted

Are not truly torn away

But still connected,

Still with us

In the union

That does not faulted

Or ever end.

Awareness

When he speaks from Source

His heart is whole in his chest

And fears do not trouble his thoughts.

Even his troubles are untroublesome

For the Source holds all,

Sees all with beautiful clarity.

With time and memory absorbed,

There is but the now to behold,

A now of infinite plenty

Where he is alive,

Alive with innermost energy,

New as a universal birth.

When he speaks from Source

He stands at the expanding edge of the

Universe, singing the song he is,

Being none other than himself,

None but he who sees:

The very wellspring of reality.

Way Home

There is a scented trail

Waiting upon the breeze,

That, like a dog

You must follow.

For the scent is a smooth ribbon

Of being,

A substance made of love

That calls you by name

And feeds your every need

Until there is only wellbeing.

Kindness flows upon this cord,

Energy to hold your hand

And lead you to effortless life,

A voice breathing away your fears

And calling you to your self,

Your voice,

Calling you homeward bound.