One gaze sees
on and on... ever ongoing-
unobstructed
single
clear
steadfast-
Unwavering
through tempest storm-
Across field and plain-
All within
this unseen sight
ever fresh and new
ageless, always...
Never missing or shifting-
All songs
to honor THIS-
All fires burn
away
Leaving to ash
all coverings-
Never one blink
or tear-
This view
full sail
Shining...
unanchored...
steadfast..
free
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Thursday, December 6, 2012
Without reason
This Heart sings Song itself
Full light
blazing the Mountain side
dancing across the sea
Here is no other
Shadows cast by form
are transient
they do not last--
Constant is All-
Motion knows only motion
and cannot see
what does not move-
So this Heart ever rests
until (without reason)
it sings itself-
One Song
One Light
Joyful and True-
Heart
singing !
Saturday, November 24, 2012
First child-
This Sun does not set
with the turning of Earth-
You closed you eyes
i held your feet
and Love filled every space-
Source is Constant,
no day and night,
no here or there-
no before and after.
This center, motion does not
touch.
i saw you carried away...
Peace remained-
Love unfurled..
a ship that sails
beyond night and day-
Always NOW.
The window left open-
brief your laughter
brief your tears-
i saw you fully
when you closed your eyes-
Silence was ALL
......
When you were only four
you looked through yourself
and knew you could not last-
At twenty-nine
you became a Star-the Ocean- Sky...
You closed your eyes,
i held your feet--
Love fills every space
so Complete
motion waits at the door- 11-25-11
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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-
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-
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, September 23, 2011
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-
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-
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