infinite ocean of love

Double Portion

She ordered Acceptance
And as the waiter
Walked past me
With it
Covered up
On a tray
I could smell it
I. Could. Smell. Acceptance.

It smelt like…
Sniff…
Sigh…
Like Love.

Acceptance smells
Like Love
And what does
Love smell like?

Well…
Love smells like
A journey down
Loss, Pain, and Suffering
Also, joy. Yes, joy too
And delight. And wander
And surprise. And the most
Intimate mixture of
Being seen and being met
That you can ever imagine.

And now.
Right now.
This moment.
Can you smell that?
That’s what love smells like.

As the waiter returned,
Empty-handed
I touched them,
Ever so slightly
Covid and all,
And said,
I want what
She is having…

Double portion.

A Thousand Loves

If you love deeply,
Your heart
Has already
Been shattered
Into a thousand pieces.

Pick up the pieces
Place them
Into the hands
Of your
Most liberated Self.

It will not
Put the pieces
Back together.
No. No.

It will purify them
And send them
Out into
The world
To love a thousand souls.

P.S. if you ever want to put
The pieces back together again.
Don’t.
But if you really, really want to try,
I may know where one piece is.
It’s doing wonders over here 😉

Turning Time

Every now and again

Time takes a vacation

And disappears from

The eyes of our awareness

Into the heart of our purpose

Turning our actions into

Time itself.

So, if you are intent

On knowing the time

Be love to all you can find.

Life’s Baby

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.

 

The Empty Ground

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

Loverated

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.

Hug Prophecy

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.

Love Is My Inheritance

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.

Unborn

Excuse my silence,

And my slow unfolding movement.

I am like an unborn baby

Resting in the Infinite Ocean

Of the Cosmic Womb.

A Teacher Without Followers

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.