From the space
Of seeing choices,
Empty.
From the place
Of being empty,
Love!
Being
She pulled
Me into
The warmest embrace
And whispered:
“Let’s be friends, again.
For real this time.”
And so begins
A new adventure
With Aloneness.
What is the length
Of your love?
Wrap it twice
Around the
One that annoys
You most
And it reaches
To infinity.
Do not think on this.
Just start wrapping.
When the only out
You can see
Is to go in
Closer in,
To yourself
Then get out.
Fast!
If you’re searching
For yourself,
Look beneath
The pause
Between thought
And no-thought.
And make sure
To bring your light.
It can get
Dark in there.
The you
That you will be next
Is likely waiting
In the space between
Stillness and not-thinking.
Go quick!
Walk onto the ocean’s chest
With your ears.
Step slowly, deeply.
Relax your other senses
Inside the pause
Between the rise and fall
Of its heartbeat.
Then let go.
Drop your heart
In the roaring invitation
To listen,
To see,
To feel,
The music of newness
In every wet.
This morning,
I left the idea
Of myself behind
And stumbled inside
The unknowing of
Our becoming.
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.
