Mystery-

You are the Mystery of your own Event;
the Dark and the Light.
You are the mirror that looks through itself into the Sky, Stars, and Moon.
You are the bridge suspended
between Mountains that momentarily
view themselves as the Infinite Range.
Here you grasp your own arriving that never began,
but came along with the Unfolding.
You are a spec of dust that journeys through space
as the Center of its own Horizon.
Here you find that the Rainbow you imagine
is transparent, but when you look through the glass,
a kaleidoscope of color is what you see.

Birthday-

Blaze, Blaze, Blaze.
Your birth happens each day
so you look for the candle that burns both ends.
In the theatre, you watch that same singing movie
over and over, but in random order and latest costume.
Dress it up in hopes of making it fresh,
while it rots and smells through the pretty lace
that distracts for only a time and then stinks
no matter what the wrapping.
Bound in this rotting cocoon, you wiggle and squirm
to see beyond yourself.
If you only knew your own mind,
you would see the movie for what it is,
an insulation that speaks itself,
drowning out the Song that sings what you Are.
The process does not rely on something to generate it.
We 'are' the constant birth that happens regardless.
Be 'here' and let go. Let go, and be 'here'.
Just sit...falling back into the Song that sings you-

Strings

As you work to untangle the strings
they continue to play the colorful stories that feed you-
Eye candy is never enough.
It is the sound of the strings that give you Life.
Life made of strings that are plucked
like flowers bleeding drops of sound.
With a bucket full of holes, you clank about
in shimmering armor, confused by your own reflection, striving
to capture each note, adding it to
that next drop of whatever catches your Eye.
Here you play
Night and Day...
Hearing Music...
that is
also
Silence.

Fall

Let go of this longing for the constant Harvest
and know that you 'are' the gift
that brims over
like a waterfall.

The fall that is fed by the Maha Shanti River,
and spills over as separate drops
that are the Same Pearl.

Falling slowly...
while always returning,
returning.... to the...
Ever
On..
Going-

Staring at the Sun-

Gazing at the Star that burns complete.
Shadow and trace are merely not there, as
the Light becomes.
All Light.
The journey was over before I was born,
but forgotten in each thought's dream
that was filling and unfilling the same vessel.
A cocoon bouyed by the Ocean and released to
the Sky as Wind...
Wind
with wings
that have
Always flown
as
nothing but scattered
Light.

Rest

Only Here will you rest...
The Ocean before the wave....

Light-

Look through the spectrum of God and No God
and find
we are All named
the Same.

Coming to LIfe

See the World as memory
and you begin
to 'hear' her breath,
rising and falling,
unfolding ,
moment into moment.

Effort

All this effort...
preserving footprints that are
washed over from the beginning.

Our Breath 'IS'...Never,Was,Here

Our breath is... wind flowing across the Ocean.
Our breath is... a storm of Destruction.
Our breath is... whispered Thought.
Our breath is... first breath,... our breath is last breath.
Our breath is... the World breathing.
Our breath is... the Moment of Surrender.
Our breath is... hello and goodbye.
Our breath is... ALL.
Our breath is... Nothing.
Our breath is... waiting to Arrive.
Our breath Is....
Our breath Never...
Our breath Was....
'Here'

Vajra-

guru is Here-
in the Sky that holds
the Ocean.
Here in the Path that
offers Nothing, yet holds Everything.
guru is the morning held by the night...
the lightening Thunderbolt... flashing in the DarkSKY.
Here.
guru is Here.

Evening Fade

The evening and I fade together, carried by trees that breathe.
Un-named chirps and chatterings perfume the air and move through effortlessly.
Without recognition we are the same Happening and able to settle into any place that is
always arriving within arriving. We are the seed that holds the beginning and the end in
one place while realizing a journey that is pure expansion, yet contained within
a shell that is shed by 'that which cannot be named'.

Here that is Nowhere...

Here.. in the Great Nowhere, where Every 'thing' has never been, but 'Always' was.
Here...where 'This' sings 'That' for ears that do not hear with eyes that listen.
"Listen"...and you too cannot hear the song that sings for eyes closed-open-mouthed-fire-
turning-Wheel that keeps it all in motion,.. as Stillness sits in every chair offering its seat
to all that 'will' and 'will not'.....'yet', find that they 'Are' 'There'.....that is.....Nowhere.

Nothing but Now, but Now includes All-

I was listening to a friend relay a ten year span of their life. This went on for about 20 minutes (ha:) or so,..haha and I enjoyed just listening to their voice and watching them recall memories. Back at home I began thinking about the 'experience wave' we all ride. This 'experience wave' is made up of Everything. We divide and subdivide it all as a way to distinguish ourselves. My wave conveniently starts with my 'arrival' and is then further constructed of ongoing experience that gets separated into categories and events. We construct ourselves as individuals from the material of the 'wave experience'. When further considering this 'wave' I realize that it really does include Everything. Before 'I' came along there were conditions taking place that were leading to my arrival, so in one sense, if I am here now, I was 'always' here...always part of the arrival. Same for my parents and everyone,...and....Everything else. After looking and reflecting on this, I just cannot find any beginnings, and so, neither any endings, and without beginnings and endings there remains only the 'Is' or the 'What'. When we come into this world, it can be 'traced'....from a continuous series of 'points' that are seemingly merging from the previous 'point', and.....no matter where you start, there will always be found a 'prior' point. These points are conditions. These conditions are points...no matter what you call them, they each give birth to the next moment, are born of the prior moment, and exist only as relativity. I 'think' of this as the 'darksky' fabric that is woven from the undefinable Mystery. For the sake of keeping records and recalling history, there are beginnings and endings, and a purpose is served. When trying to attach 'blame' or bring about justice, beginnings and endings are required. I remind myself that this is pure construct. How does one ever select the first condition? For instance, what is the first point that begins the series making up a person...the beginning of a war....the initial place that 'any' thing begins? We operate from an unending, and so unbeginning series of constructions. We then take this fluid construction and redefine it based on the arrival of 'moi' :) and trap ourselves into believing in the Separation rather than the Fabric. When placing emphasis on the arrival from womb to exterior atmosphere, we tend to exclude our embryonic lives, and further, the prior conditions that led up to our conception (for everything begins and ends with 'me'). They 'were' and 'are' all equally eventful....and in that sense, there is no one event that is more important, for they are all equally invested, or, equally 'required' for what makes 'that', 'this'. For records and communication sometimes we need the construct, but it is beneficial to remind ourselves that the construction that provides our definition is made up of the infinitely undefinable. Working from this space we are the 'unbound' Ocean that merely manifests itself as 'wave'. And when we see this? What then? Perspective changes and once again we are the Wave.

Thoughts first Dream-

I think 'thought' imagined 'me'.
She furled ever so slightly and catching a glimpse of herself, she dreamed that night she was a 'thing'. Shifting again, she stirred first memory...then memory turned and remembered herself. Circling and circling, shape was captured in its own wake and now spends time chasing her own tail,
forgetting what she was, to become what she's not.
Presently, she dreams again and the circle expands, falling outside of reflection.
Now, beginning to forget what she is,..in order to become what she 'was'--before she ever even became a 'thing',
within that very first Dream.

Echo-

Within this butterfly balance of 'loving kindness',
Take note of the echo that cannot lie.