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.
Being
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.
Would you dare
To let your truth
Fall into the
All-embracing arms
Of Life’s call to you?
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.
Beneath the
Impulse to act
Is your
Path to being
And your
Greatest discovery.
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!
When the dark comes,
Light awaits inside,
Behind the curtains
Of your Self-discovery.
