Friday, July 8, 2022

Life's Mystery

 

It really is so incomprehensible you know,

Words can’t capture it,

And we, grasping but a moment of it's mystery,

Feast on that beauty our whole lives.




Becoming Buddhas

 

Quiet Breathing, fresh Spring air - in the process of becoming Buddhas.

A wondrous dance of thought-clouds perform…

Suddenly, Dharma light dawns, chasing them all away.





Saturday, May 28, 2022

Die before Death and Live Now

 

Before us lies this world glistening with the intoxication of desire

Ever moving, ever changing, a continuous weave of changing cycles.

It beckons us: ‘come, come, join the dance’,,

Come spin and twirl until you are dizzy like

An amusement park ride;

Experience after experience in endless procession.

 

Trinkets and toys allure and fascinate,

until fascination dies from lack of a sense of reality.

In this dying I become alive, as I watch the world fade;

Its shimmer growing dull,

The laughter of its children joyful no more,

The kiss of its pleasure sweet and sensual no longer.

 

Finally, I turn within, for where else can I go.

What is this sense I feel,

Like the pull of a deep cosmic current moving within the heart.

A blinding light is its greeting, 

Dissolving and awakening at the same time !

The soul, the soul - Dawn comes, Spring comes,

Rebirth comes.

 

Darkness and confusion dissolve

In golden light emanating from within.

A spell is broken, a tightly spun fabric unraveled, a riddle undone.

I see the great dancer for all that she is – veiled temptress, lover, teacher.

I return to the land of the living, joyful,

Changed, yet unchanged.




 

Monday, March 7, 2022

Eagle’s Song

 

Eagle’s Song

I am the mountains strong

I am the rivers long

I am the sun at dawn

I am the winds beyond

I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.

 

I am the trees grown tall

I am rain that falls

I am the desert heat

I am the air we breath

I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.

 

Beyond this Earth I fly

Into an endless sky

Past and future are no more

For on the wings of God I soar

I am you and you are me and as the eagle we are free.





Blind Reunion - Call and I will Answer

  It’s a mystery,  This Reunion with the Beloved. We don’t have to know her,  we just have to long for her. Then when we call her name, ...