Heart Melt

I was broken, And made deaf to the world; So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever hear thee again? The Beloved answered: You will hear again with My ears . I was broken, And blinded to all the beauty I once saw; So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever see thee again? The Beloved answered: You will see again with My eyes . I was broken, And knew nothing that I thought I once knew; So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever know thee again? The Beloved answered: You will know again with My knowing. I was broken, And had lost my way; So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever find thee again? The Beloved answered: You will find me again through My guidance. I was broken, And felt so alone; So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever be united with thee again? The Beloved answered: Make me a reality and I will make you the Truth!

Light, like water Seeps into small cracks and gaps in our heart Opened by pain or longing.   Knowing or unknowingly we awake!

To see without seeing; Act without acting; Be without being.  This is The pathless path, Walked without effort.  

Such a quiet hour sounds the 3 Bells, Who'd imagine such a tumultuous storm, thoughts flying everywhere! I don't run, I anchor myself to my Zafu and hold fast to my breathing - in, out, in, out,  innnnn, oooooout. Suddenly the storm passes, as it always does; Then clear fathomless sky everywhere, into which I joyfully loose myself!  

We come to run among her toes, climb upon her belly, be healed by her presence. Rock Mother enjoys it all, and all who come are blessed.  

Living in the guts of the world, No punches pulled here,  Spirit is raw but real, vital. Spirit work here is hard, Accomplished by being present until trust sets in, and by deeds, deeds are real, not like wishes or idle talk.   Spirit workers here fit no mold, they are present, enduring and very strong!  

So still these battlegrounds, upon early Winters arrival. One can see the spirits of the soldiers talking; They Speak now, softly of their regrets and losses: The best solution to conflict is peace. Listen to the dead, they'll tell you, Listen to the dead, they know.    

In the depth of night, when you are alone with her light, do you see the cosmos melting in love? Can you feel that heat? It is a great yearning that meets your eyes, that melts rock and awakens atoms from sleep;   The ardour of creation c onsumes itself for the want of existence, l iving by the fire of angel's longing.