path to being

Walk onto the ocean’s chest
With your ears.
Step slowly, deeply.

Relax your other senses
Inside the pause
Between the rise and fall
Of its heartbeat.

Then let go.

Drop your heart
In the roaring invitation
To listen,
To see,
To feel,
The music of newness
In every wet.

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.

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.

I try to contain

Love’s ever-expanding movement

With my mind

And I could not hold it.

So, I apologize in advance

When it spills all over you.

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.

Nature is pregnant

With a kinder humanity.

She will give birth

Any day now.

Don’t be concerned

About who the

Father is

Just take good care of her.