union with Life

The mind is like

A lid attempting to contain

The pure dynamism

Of Life.

Forget the lid.

Soon enough

The whole container

Will safely crack

To allow what’s inside

To move as one

With what’s outside.

Caught between

Deciding and moving,

My small self

Hangs on to

The phantom safety

Of a fragile solidity.

Letting go,

It falls into

The firm emptiness

Of Life’s momentum.

I am not a set thing

I keep flowing

Shifting and emerging

And every now and again

Solidifying in those moments

When life plays a chord

That is familiar

To a certain dancer

In the band of I

Who then takes center stage

For a while

Freestyles a routine

It rehearsed a million times before.

Perfect!

Yet, fit for another life

A thousand moons ago.

And just before

Launching into

The final sequence

It melts

Back into the flowing stream

Being danced

By a new

Unfamiliar tune

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.