May we take
Another bite
From that
Original fruit
So we may
Once again
Come to know
Good from evil.
I mean…
So much time
Has passed
Since we tasted it.
Our tastebuds
Have forgotten.
Harmony
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.
When sight
Takes over
My seeing,
The mind
Abandons its yearning
And ego its doing.
My entire being
Dissolves into the loving
That Life is being.
The mind is like
A lid attempting to contain
The pure dynamism
Of Life.
Forget the lid.
Soon enough
The whole container
Will safely crack
To allow what’s inside
To move as one
With what’s outside.
Before moving on
To the next thing,
Surrender all movements.
Caught between
Deciding and moving,
My small self
Hangs on to
The phantom safety
Of a fragile solidity.
Letting go,
It falls into
The firm emptiness
Of Life’s momentum.
I closed my eyes
And in my
Naked surrender
Emptiness embraced me
And made me Love
I am not a set thing
I keep flowing
Shifting and emerging
And every now and again
Solidifying in those moments
When life plays a chord
That is familiar
To a certain dancer
In the band of I
Who then takes center stage
For a while
Freestyles a routine
It rehearsed a million times before.
Perfect!
Yet, fit for another life
A thousand moons ago.
And just before
Launching into
The final sequence
It melts
Back into the flowing stream
Being danced
By a new
Unfamiliar tune
If you’re looking
For freedom,
I felt it
Hiding behind
The non-naming
Of things
Waiting for you.
Do not burden yourself
About sitting in meditation
Allow your connection
To the earth
To be your cushion.
And sit as long
As you like.
Path to Being 