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

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....