Back,
Back,
Within myself.
Like entering the deepest depths
Of a tunnel
While facing the one light of many worlds.
Coming to rest,
Yes,
In a new home that has claimed me as its own
Somewhere between
Seeing the Light
And being embraced by the Dark.
At home now,
In the shadowy depths of the Self.
Look –
Beyond the rhythm of the Self,
Life
Inviting me
To be as it is –
Dancing to its own music
Composed by 10 billion expressions
Of Itself.
Now dance.
Sitting,
I am like a dandelion
Rooted in the palms of Life
Wind comes.
My wholeness is in pieces
Being gently blown
Across the field of Love.
Now anchors me
Inside the infinite ocean of Love
And carries me nowhere
To experience everything.
I am the cushion
On which the
Present moment sits.
Its weight I can handle,
But when Yesterday and Tomorrow
Add their weight,
I am flattened.
As it goes,
Now is the only weight
That keeps me firm.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Well, Tomorrow does,
But it will not tell anyone.
Not until you give birth to it
As an act of Love.
Old man sitting in my house,
Consciousness.
Guiding me to God,
Emptiness.
“Let go. Let go,” he said.
Hold on to just being,
Nothingness.
And now we share the same home,
Oneness.
