Block the vision

Of the mind

To see Life as it is.

Rest the constructing hands

Of the ego

And touch

The raw materials

Of pure consciousness.

When I open

The hand of thought,

My mantra slips out

And I fall

Into the mind

Of endless peace.

Now, I have

No more hands

To hold onto anything with.

I can get used to

This empty-handedness.

I try to contain

Love’s ever-expanding movement

With my mind

And I could not hold it.

So, I apologize in advance

When it spills all over you.

Every now and again

Time takes a vacation

And disappears from

The eyes of our awareness

Into the heart of our purpose

Turning our actions into

Time itself.

So, if you are intent

On knowing the time

Be love to all you can find.

Nature is pregnant

With a kinder humanity.

She will give birth

Any day now.

Don’t be concerned

About who the

Father is

Just take good of her.

We look for meaning now

But it takes time

To grow in the soil

Nourished by

Challenge and compassion

And tilled by

The Self that is Love.

Today, I am high

On the breath

Of the earth

And grounded

In the mist

Of a new human birth.

Whether up or down,

Life is alive!