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.
surrender to life
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.
Don’t accept
Don’t reject
Be the calm sea
Where Life manifests.
I followed
The path to being
To the edge of
The infinite ocean
To the pinnacle of
The cosmic wave
And was born again
As a child of Life and Love.
Now, the path calls
Beyond the edge
Above the pinnacle
And crazy me answered.
Perhaps this time
I’ll meet my grandparents.
The beauty of being
Is not anything to be seen.
It is the whispers
Of Life’s invitation
To touch another’s heart
And us obliging.
Aaahhh.
Feel that beauty.
From the spaciousness of the Self
Reach into the groundedness of Life.
Then drop all reaching.
Be as Life Itself.
Letting go,
I became light enough
To take off
And be grasped by new realities.
