Once you were fast asleep,
even oblivious to the steamroller
flattening every facet of your life
that you have known, up until now.
In the midst of this destruction,
you awaken, setting a new fire
arising in your eyes, heart and mind-
all open, now as if this is the first time
these three senses have synchronized.
You realize that THIS is exactly
what you have missed, the succulent presence,
the pure awareness of each moment ecstatic.
It starts like this,
the blue sky above,
no pretense of something
amiss, then your feet begin
to slip slide on the damp surface
beneath you. As you fall
deeper and deeper into the heart
of not only yourself, yet the juicy
imagining of all of your longing
and something else you cannot
quite define, it is this unknown
nagging at you, that promotes
this desire to keep going deeper
and deeper, not knowing if or what
you will find, only certain that you
must obey and so here you are,
going on, going deeper and going on.
You Can’t Teach Height
We each come with certain
advantages by birth, both
innate and those environmentally
manifested. Yet, how we use
our hidden and revealed talents
is perhaps at the core of the mystery
that envelops our life. Height alone
cannot predict mastery as witnessed
by the six-foot three-inch volleyball
player tripping over her own shoelaces.
You and I must do extraordinary deeds
to reach even beyond the heights we seek.
Our task is no less than to let go of the
stumbling feet that have tripped us up
too often. Fallen to the ground groping
for a solid perch, these eyes have tried to keep
on looking up and up. This has been the root
of our downfall. We need only to forget
all of what we think we know and let ourselves
arise; arise to even far past where our eyes see.
In letting go, effortlessly, height becomes us.
Time to Come to Jesus
Whether you are Buddhist,
Muslim, Jew or Christian,
the moment will arrive
when you realize it is your time
to come to Jesus. Whether
your savior goes by the name
of Buddha, Allah, or some other
devout and holy one, come you will
to your meeting with Jesus. For
the true face of Jesus is not one
of a human creation, yet even
more Divine enlivened by the One
who set this preordained meeting
into motion, before the thousand
lifetimes you have lived. When
your time comes to meet with Jesus,
a magnificence will arise within
you, now that you have become-
free of yourself.
Scraps for My Beloved
I am truly sorry it has come
to this, these stolen moments
of honoring You and all
that has been freely given.
I hear the edicts to sit still again,
long enough to hear not only
the chords inherent in my own breath,
yet the majestic melodies you continue
to sing to me. And here we are.
There is this and there is that,
to put it quite simply, that is all.
To know nothing real stands in the way,
leads me to encircle the circumference
of my own suffering, wondering
how it is I cling to that which is
by its very nature- unreal?
If only in the quickening of my
questioning I were to fall-
into Your arms, once more…
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.