I was about to walk
Towards the Moon,
And she said,
“Stop right there.
Find the path
To your own light.
Then come.
Love you.”
liberation
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!
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.
Would you dare
To let your truth
Fall into the
All-embracing arms
Of Life’s call to you?
Look deep within
Beyond the loud images
Of the mind.
See the Self
For what it is –
Emptiness full of Life.
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.
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 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.
Path to Being 