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.
infinite ocean of love
Ever since I
Plunged my head
Beneath the
Ocean of Love
The soggy ground
Of this mind
Can no longer
Hold the weight
Of a single thought.
Every one of them
Keep seeping through
To the empty ground of Love
Do not stand
In the way
of Love.
Relax your body,
Soften your heart,
Let go of your thoughts.
Be absorbed in
Love’s ever-present embrace.
Be free.
Be loverated.
I do not know many things
And who I am, keeps unfolding
But today
I am a hug prophet
And I have a message for you:
Someone will hug you today
And it will be the same one
Who is, in this very moment,
Waiting
Waiting for your arms
To wrap around their heart.
So, go ahead.
Be the fulfillment
Of this day prophet’s prophecy.
It is written.
When she went away,
She left me one thing:
She said,
“Love is unbounded and abundant.
It is your only inheritance.”
Since then,
I have been burning through it
Like there is no tomorrow.
Excuse my silence,
And my slow unfolding movement.
I am like an unborn baby
Resting in the Infinite Ocean
Of the Cosmic Womb.
My teacher is the Infinite Ocean of Love.
I have melted away inside my teacher.
When my teacher flows,
I flow;
Remains still,
I am still;
Makes wakes,
I make wakes;
And loves,
I love.
Whatever my teacher does,
I must follow.
Except that doing and following happen as one.
There is no flowing after flowing;
No stillness after stillness;
No making waves after making waves;
And no love after love.
There is only what my teacher does,
Nothing follows.
