Awakening - Four Poems

No Ideas

I have absolutely
no ideas
now.
I give up.
Hope is of no consequence
for
I am only
interested
in

THIS

breath

THIS

moment...

Shit.
Who is pounding on my door?
Can’t you knock like a
civilized
human being?
Is it a matter
of such
desperation that you must
rattle the walls
of my
simple hermitage?
Fine!
I’ll open the door!

Wow...
No one will ever believe...
this...


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Today at 2:30pm

I celebrate
the Great Mystery
that dances each of us
into the world,
teeming with possibility.

And has the Great Mystery
come to your door yet?
Knocking quietly,
unassuming,
waiting for you to invite it inside,
having no idea that you were
meeting your maker,
today at 2:30pm,
while you’re between errands,
and all of a sudden
there’s a fire on the stove,
and the phones are ringing,
but you only remember having
one phone before...
And your front door has come
unhinged, and into your
living room has come a
swarm of bees, dancing
with a flurry of butterflies...
and wait a minute,
isn’t it winter, and the
bees should be sleeping,
and the lawn doesn’t need
mowing either,
but instead of grass,
there seems to be
nothing but blossoms
unfurling their fragrant,
sensuous red petals,
beckoning you outside...
but the stove is still on fire!
And what about those bees...
there were bees...
but the intoxicating fragrance
lures you out anyway,
out into the brilliant
sunlight...
No, but the lawn is grass,
what are these...
red...
(sigh.)
(smile.)

Dear one, why do you struggle so?
Where do your ideas come from?
Winter?
Grass?
Fire?
In the Great Mystery, creator and
destroyer are one...
lie down, surrender to this
blissful red dream.


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Mid-Morning's Knowing

The rusted funnel of
my consciousness
wanders among the
clouds
of mid-morning's knowing.
Only the butterfly
understands the
tunnel of lightness
that has opened,
that has swallowed me whole,
resisting nothing,
saying nothing,
holding only the knowing of
trust
and
faith.

Mere words
cannot encompass
the promise of
daylight,
or even one fine
dim moonbeam...
and who's listening anyway!
Now the drum of
the infinite
Oneness
has begun to play.

And if you drop your agenda,
only this moment is
pregnant with
the opportunity to
blossom -
or erupt -
into the ferocity
of the
rays of light dancing
wildly on the surface of the Sun,
and an infinite amount of
power
becomes available -
if not easily attainable.
Nothing is impossible.
The sky keeps expanding
and the further along the road
you meander,
the closer to heaven you feel,
until...

This
moment
has arrived.

Heaven is no place.

God is no one...
but everything...
the very fabric of Life.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
The rhythm of the very air
pulses our
limited forms alive,
living consciousness.

All the churches would
crumble
if we knew this,
really, they would.
All their dogmas
doctrines -
dos -
don’ts -
suddenly seem like
made-up
Monopoly rules.
That's $50 if you
land on Park Place...
no, make it $150.
Right.
Rent.
I get it.
HA!

Yep, the walls would
erupt in insidious laughter,
and people,
once filling the aisles with
impoverished souls
full of guilt and
hostility,
would run away singing, dancing,
peals of laughter echoing
off the decrepit stone walls,
and cast away their
beliefs and superstitions
like moth-eaten nuns' habits
and dive, naked and shameless
into the effulgent,
glowing sea.

The stars have extinguished
my searing pain and
I will never know that
form of limitation again.
Only limitless freedom.
And now, life begins.

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Field of Stars

I walk forever through a field of stars,
One foot in front of the other,
Here, the land ends the mystery begins.
My heart has burst and my love cannot be contained.

One foot in front of the other,
The rhythm of ecstatic joy drumming on and on,
My heart has burst and my love cannot be contained.
The radiance of life is brighter than I ever imagined.

The rhythm of ecstatic joy drumming on and on,
My feet carry me into a tradition of mystical discovery.
The radiance of life is brighter than I ever imagined.
In this great simplicity is the great secret of eternity.

My feet carry me into a tradition of mystical discovery.
Lead me down this path, I bow in honor of the divine.
In this great simplicity is the great secret of eternity.
The earth beneath my feet is a sacred altar.

Lead me down this path, I bow in honor of the divine.
I offer my song to the earth, my thoughts belong to the sky,
The earth beneath my feet is a sacred altar.
Breath and light are bliss beyond compare.

I offer my song to the earth, my thoughts belong to the sky,
I walk forever through a field of stars,
Breath and light are bliss beyond compare.
Here, the land ends and mystery begins.

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