contemplation

If we sit long enough

We may sprout wings

Behind our thoughts

And fly across

The vast sky

That is the Self

Within our hearts.

Let

Last year

Today

And next month

Fall away

To reveal

The naked now.

You may stare

And try to

Be captured

By It’s natural beauty.

I climb the

Mountain of Awareness

And got a fuller view

Of the multiple worlds.

Now, I descend

Deep within its belly

To be at home

In the empty center

Of Its Allness.

Can you let

Awareness be

The hand that

Pours you back

Into Oneness

With Life?

Can you allow

The ocean of Love

To consume you

And then live

From inside its belly

Like a baby?

Don’t talk.

Just coo.