Looking within only shone a light upon dark spirals.
It lead to flashes of colour and great circles.

Looking within delivered a world as intriguing
as the one I had escaped from out side.

I fell through gateways and fell through water,
I spoke to animals and sat at the feet of
my mistress the great Golden Tara.

I was embraced by Jesus and thanked
by angels and the great mother of us all
Shakti,
wove her tongue into my spine searing me
into her service.

For twenty years I lived within the confines
of these walls of myth, the stuff of dreams
and finally, when I'd drunk my fill of me,
I could see, it was one and the same.

I was trapped again, within the confines
of my best intentions. I was trapped by
the righteousness of my special path.

Thank god I was at the end of my tether,
because I could, with hearty thanks,
let it go into the fire with my Buddha's arm.

Enough of these stories holding the spotlight.
Enough of relationships to make sense of it all.

No more and no less than what is. 

From here, in this place of no thing
no form no walls no words
comes the awareness of white light
shining from afar.

It moves in steady regulated
waves into the skin of this body
and yet, I notice that it is only
a different formation of this form.

This body is a conglomerate
of dancing for joy cells of life
that is in constant contact
with the entire web of creation.

Simply put, my body is your body.
Your body is mine and this
form is much less mine than
the conscious life force flowing

in and out of a giant weave
that plays upon the wind of
a laugh from the breath
of Life, of God, of You. 

And Return

Vibrant aliveness deep within
gives way to mosquito like thought
of pinching shoes and the revs
of a too fast motorcyclist.

Hot sun drips cold down my spine
sticking the singlet to my back
and turning thick summer air
into present moment aware.

Dancing emptiness rises
for itself to itself, without
the other, it does not exist.
It only opens to itself.

And this dipping and diving
of ideas and memories
hopes and desires are that,
which it seeks to embrace .

The same, the One, the love
the division, the rising the falling
the opening and closing
exist only in the darkness of no space.

Deep deep release into that
which we are, in this moment
beyond the confines of thought
lead to only the flowering of now. 

It's Not What You Think

Hey you, loud mouth,
it's not what you think.
The shouting, the insisting
the arguing, the fist shaking.
It won't make a drop of difference
in the ocean of Life.

It's not what you think.

She keeps moving, flowing,
dancing and swirling.
There's no grasping one such as she.
She laughs and promises
much more than you ever dreamed
but still, it's not what you think.

There is darkness, where she came from
A voluptuous vacuum
where breath is suspended
and the heart shut down.

Long gone, the echo of her laugh
from these dark days.
And still, it is not what you think.

Drunk with 'I know'
you drip words
of confusion and reflection
from a cup of sticky honey.

Addictive, sweet and
ultimately insect vomit.
Nothing more, these words,

and yes, it's not what you think. 

I'd heard it all before.
I'd read it a dozen times over.
But today, the sun beating down
on wind blown leaves
and the side of my face,
I heard it for the first time.

'Your thoughts do not define you.'

From a dissolving centre of vibrating nothing
came a victorious silence.

The leaves dashed back and forth
the sun's rays merged into my skin,
the top of my head burned with
the certainty of a too full egg.

So there it was.

The centre that held no form
and the me that dissolved
for the sword of truth along my spine.

Photo: Albert Vila 

Tiny Universe

Tiny particles, as intriguing as a universe
Tingle, glitter and dance under my eye.

Their form, seemingly from there
Collide with seemingly here
Until we are just one verse
of music playing as I.

Photo: Tiffany Jones 

Black and Gold

I was laying afloat black tar,

My face unaware of darkness.

I looked only upwards,

Trance like, towards You.

Some years past,

While I stared,

Content.

And then She softened,

And the tar became thick

And while I floated yet

I felt myself sinking.

But I trusted You,

I kept my eyes for You only,

And while a sunk further,

And confusion set in,

And I lay on the floor

In an ocean of body fluids,

Finally I had to admit

I was dying to You.

I found myself lost in the vortex

Of blackness, sinking and centred.

And a tugging, restless pulsation

Begging for recognition.

It was Her. It was another form.

And it sat in my heart,

While my head broke into two.

How, why, what, how, and

Finally,

When there was only madness

Or surrender in store,

there was just

You.

The black, in the pulse of

Surrender

Turned into liquid gold.

And instead of thick tar

In my hair and under my nails

There was a glistening golden ocean

I was bathing in, and I drank.

I drank until I didn’t know where You

Were and where I began, and again

We were united, for a moment

Within the chalice of my Heart.

Love Said To Me

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.

Don't talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.

Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love
saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe you tears
and be silent.

I said, O Love
I am frightened,
but it's not you.
Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
be silent.

I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.

A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.

I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.

I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.

I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.

I said, O Love,
tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent

Rumi Network

Your face

I swear, since seeing Your face,

the whole world is fraud and fantasy

The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf

or blossom. The distracted birds

can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.

A house of love with no limits,

a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,

a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

~Rumi

Only From the Heart

Salvation

There is no salvation for the soul
But to fall in Love.
It has to creep and crawl
Among the Lovers first.

Only Lovers can escape
From these two worlds.
This was written in creation.

Only from the Heart
Can you reach the sky.
The rose of Glory
Can only be raised in the Heart.

~ Rumi

(thanks to OS for the evocative picture)

Mirror Mirror, On The Wall

Are we just looking into a mirror the whole time?

Is the world just showing back to us what we already believe?

Is that it?

So then, to know the reality, the truth, I guess the only thing to do is sit still. And see what is to be seen.

Its more than enough, without our own drama added to the story. But then, it’s the addiction to the drama, isn’t it, that traps you. It feels like there is no choice, but that, is a big fat lie.

Back to the mirror.

Let go of your worries

and be completely clear-hearted,

like the face of a mirror

that contains no images.

If you want a clear mirror,

behold yourself

and see the shameless truth,

which the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished

to a mirror-like finish,

what polishing might the mirror

of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart

is this single difference:

the heart conceals secrets,

while the mirror does not.

~Rumi

(Thanks for the Picture tip B!)

Words

Words flame out to fill the space and distance
between us....
i create the words,
and they create me.
The words escape, unheeded,
uncontrolled and controlling.
I let them go,
to flame you,
through the space and distance,
calling, arousing, carressing...
leaping from me to you,
maintaining your high,
and feeding your love...

They bind us, closer still, as i give life to
a new word, a phrase, a sentence
that forges another link to hold us together.
They bring you so close,
so close i can almost smell the skin of your neck,
see the blood pulsing through your throat.
Only words,
from me to you.