Where do
You fit
In to life?
You are Life,
Dear One.
All things
Must fit
Into you.
You are
The In.
Where do
You fit
In to life?
You are Life,
Dear One.
All things
Must fit
Into you.
You are
The In.
She ordered Acceptance
And as the waiter
Walked past me
With it
Covered up
On a tray
I could smell it
I. Could. Smell. Acceptance.
It smelt like…
Sniff…
Sigh…
Like Love.
Acceptance smells
Like Love
And what does
Love smell like?
Well…
Love smells like
A journey down
Loss, Pain, and Suffering
Also, joy. Yes, joy too
And delight. And wander
And surprise. And the most
Intimate mixture of
Being seen and being met
That you can ever imagine.
And now.
Right now.
This moment.
Can you smell that?
That’s what love smells like.
As the waiter returned,
Empty-handed
I touched them,
Ever so slightly
Covid and all,
And said,
I want what
She is having…
Double portion.
Rushing ahead
Of love,
I missed the
Taste of
The most
Delicious connection.
Now, I’m
Learning to savor
The field
Of each moment.
Hmmm.
I was about to walk
Towards the Moon,
And she said,
“Stop right there.
Find the path
To your own light.
Then come.
Love you.”
If you love deeply,
Your heart
Has already
Been shattered
Into a thousand pieces.
Pick up the pieces
Place them
Into the hands
Of your
Most liberated Self.
It will not
Put the pieces
Back together.
No. No.
It will purify them
And send them
Out into
The world
To love a thousand souls.
P.S. if you ever want to put
The pieces back together again.
Don’t.
But if you really, really want to try,
I may know where one piece is.
It’s doing wonders over here 😉
When I kissed
Your feet
This morning,
The whole heavens
Kissed me back.
Funny.
I never thought
That I would find
God so low.
When you come to
Crossroads in Life,
Of all the directions
You can choose –
Forward, backwards
Upwards, downwards,
And so on.
Do not hesitate.
Run Selfward
To who you truly are.
The wisdom
Of Infinite Love
Is
you,
Oh wise one.
So what
If my soul
Is nourished
By your seeing it?
Even the vast ocean
Is refreshed by
A single rain drop.
No more silly questions then.
From the space
Of seeing choices,
Empty.
From the place
Of being empty,
Love!