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.

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.