You call my name
With the music of your voice
And now I am falling……
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Falling into your voice,
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And……
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I am….
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Lost in the falling,
Adrift in beauty’s placeless place;
In love with love…
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Oh, I am….
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Speechless ………..and wordless
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Stripped of my meaning
And brought to my knees
Before God….
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Oh, I am
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Silenced
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Silence
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!
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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.
My eyes are closed,
And in that seeing
Waves wash the beach clean.
I can hear them
Arriving,
Surging and falling away.
A salt laden breeze caresses my skin,
My T-shirt flapping gently;
The air is warm as a polished stone
Rounded to a pebble over eons.
Who am I
Who perceives the beach flies,
The waves disintegrating,
The claiming shadow
Beneath the outcrop
Of crumbling strata.
Who am I
On the other end of the world,
Sensing through the body’s
Fine and tangible medium?
Perhaps sensing is a sea-ragged rope,
One end anchored
In the matter
Of things so various,
The multitude names
By which the whole us spliced.
But the other end
Where the mind cannot go,
Where it peters out,
What is that?
If I tug upon that rope,
Draw myself
In the directionless direction
To the seabed of my self,
Who will I find
Dwelling deeper than depth?
Who sees from the ocean of being?
Who is
Where silence is?
Who knows
The creation,
Blessed to my ears,
Broken as wavelets
Rolling over stones,
And saltiness powdery on my skin?
Who is
In this,
Who is?
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.
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.
Here in the glistening, twittering light
Of a dewdrop and bird-call morn,
I think back to our meeting
And find I have not left you
Nor feel one increment apart
From the all I found
Inside my heart
And the camaraderie
Of friendship
Couched in being.
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.
These days the truth seems elusive:
The certainties we took for granted
Are dissolving into a mix of twisted
And frightening realities.
Who to trust now
When all around are pushing
Agendas and fake news?
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Trust in the inner truth of self
For there is a wellspring of energy
Beyond the realms of ‘not enough’.
Always and ever present
The heart’s voice speaks
In fearlessness:
The now in which we live
Is safe,
A flow of abundance
And ever-giving wealth.
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Know this as being
Know this being as yourself,
For in being
The noise of fractious multitudes
Quietens and ebbs,
Even their voices
Are imbued with love.
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The truth is never elusive
When we dissolve
And trust in trust,
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The truth is always,
Always in love.
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.
Last night
Brought a frost,
A coating of crystalline white
Drying the air, stiffening every leaf,
Crisping every damp thing,
Stilling all life
But for the sparrows.
Into this
Plooms my breath,
Brought momentarily
From the invisible;
I feel wonder at the breadth
And reach
Of the ether if my being.
I select a log,
Choosing one with flawless grain,
Straight lines, unknotted,
Placing it upright.
I lift the axe, aim
Half heft and half let it fall.
If it is true
My kindling spilts with a snap
Akin to the most beautiful synchronicity,
The grain parting
As if only a thought’s worth
Cleaved it separate
And clean.
I cut more,
And while I swing my axe
And watch my basket fill
With rough cut pieces,
I listen to the sparrows
And the stillness,
Enjoying my breath
Realising wintery all about me.
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