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.
reality
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.
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.
If you’re looking
For freedom,
I felt it
Hiding behind
The non-naming
Of things
Waiting for you.
In just a moment,
The purest
Vision of Love
We see
Inside ourselves
Will take form
Through our words
And deeds.
Wait. for. it…
No.
That is not
How it works.
We must
Make love.
My exercise routine
Is to fly through time,
With feet and thoughts intertwine
Into the embrace
Of Love divine.
Let come
Let in
Let go
Until you no longer
Do any letting at all.
Find the roots
Of disturbing thoughts.
Nourish them
With the nutrients
Of forgiveness
And kindness.
Cultivate the ground
For peace in all directions.
Extend your
Shackled mind
To the boundless
Hand of Love.
It holds the solution
To your sure
And final liberation.
So have no doubt
You cannot
Remain locked
Not even from
A half-turn
Of Love’s master key.
Path to Being 