The Water of Life

The Water of Life

If the water of Life be Love,

Then let me drown in You.

Let the water run its course

Through the valleys of me.

Let it douse all the fires of

Greed, judgement, anger, and hate.

Let it clean away the debris of

Hurt, resentment, pain and fear.

Water of Life!

Let me bath in your waterfall,

Let me swim in your river,

Let me dive to your depths,

Let me float in your fathoms.

Rise, water of life!

Fill the valleys of me

Rise water of life!

Cover the dust that is me.

Let me dissolve into You.

Come and be One with me.

Let loose your cleansing rains

Upon this tired desert.

Sweep me away until I am

No more me, and only You.

On Fear

On Fear

Darkness approaching and foot steps near,

I turn around with mounting fear.

Darkness descending, as sure as doom

A scream catches within, a moment too soon.

‘Tis but me.

The scream.

‘Tis but me.

All I see.

‘Tis but me.

Chained, unfree.

‘Tis but me

Unknowing purity.

The shadows loom at dusk, with light’s descent.

I remember the words I spoke with passion, regret.

Fear, I turn to face you, choked on myself.

Fear – you out run me – it is here I must delve.

I turn, in forged fear –

Tis me.

I see.

Divine Mother

She comes, persistent and demanding,

To penetrate the outer layers of skin and flesh.

She comes from below, from under rocks,

Deep within the dense core of the earth.

Sinuous, thick with life divine, penetrating

Through the confines of the mind.

She comes, with no reason, breaching understanding,

Undulating to music unheard by my ears.

We lay there, her children, her claimed Ones.

Terrified, spent, delirious, tormented, devoured.

She comes with Love, insisting on Her presence.

She comes with Glory, of hidden things.

She comes with Grace, of the past unknown

She comes with Forgiveness, of all that is done.

Sweetest Mother. Blossoming Flower. Divine Grace.

I sit. I feel my heart. Its pulse is Your pulse.

My breath is Your breath. Calm, for the moment.

Awash with Your Love. I am Yours.

(for Dear E)

Fear of the Self?

Fear of the Self?

We were walking down a small street in Melaka, Malaysia. The boys were in front of me, and we were all carrying large back packs from our transport to our accommodation.

We were about ten days into our four month trip. I’d read carefully all of the do’s and don’ts but didn’t feel particularly worried about anything. I thought.

Suddenly, I felt someone behind me. I was sure that they were so close I could feel them and my heart leapt. I let out a scream and turned, quickly to see who it was. But they had moved so fast! I turned again, at this moment, truly terrified.

And then, I realised, that the ‘someone’ was my back pack. My luggage.

How’s that for symbolism?

Perhaps, when you're ready, we could, as an option, put our luggage down sometimes, if not just throw it into the rubbish. Just as an option.

On Arrival (part III)

On Arrival

(Part III)

And yet part of me weeps

For the little losses.

The ideas of what should be.

The boxes with people inside.

Part of me feels afraid

To live this life without walls

This freedom seems to send

Me mad with Expanse.

Part of me scoffs

My little fears,

But mostly my fears

Are me.

Take me, so I can Be.

Break me, so I can Be.

Push me, so I do not stand.

Suffocate me, so I do not breathe.

Hurt me, so I do not Hurt.

Crush me, so I can not see.

Fill Me, so there is no me.

Erase me, so there can be Me.

Silence. Love.

The Pulse of Beauty.

On Arrival (part II)

On Arrival

Part II

I return to the self

And again try to form

Something.

The white washed smooth walls

Find me sliding to the floor.

What then, my Love,

Is this it?

What I’ve been waiting for?

The moment of Unity?

Did I have to lose so much?

So little?

To gain this trembling

Delicate balance of

Neither here, nor there -

An in between place.

Only music seems

To pour from the throbbings

Of the body made vibrant

With the Pulse of You.

The water is surging

Upon the walls of the dam.

My little structures

Pitiful before your effluence.

Crumpled me, on the floor.

The walls deny me.

Floundering here,

In the death throes.

Do I dare, do I dare

To say, to You, I do?

To surrender, to release,

To give in, to swoon

Into Your embrace.

Thick in the air,

Ambrosia.

I do, my Love.

I do.

On Arrival

On Arrival

(Dearest One)

Part I

White washed,

No colour or impression.

A blank wall,

No crags to grip on to.

Silence.

Is this what You meant?

When You said, no concepts?

Is this what You meant?

When You said, no image?

But! What can hold me up?

I feel my self falling,

Yet I am standing,

still.

I begin a tentative …

And it falls away

Before it starts.

Its already ended.

This deep cavern inside

My mind, empty, of You.

The sure pulse of Love

Continues to expand.

It reaches ever outwards

Encompassing All in

Illumination.

The Planets In a Spin

I read 'energetically, this period between the Solar Eclipse on July 21 and the Lunar Eclipse on August 5 feels like we're in the lobby, bags in hand, waiting for our hotel room to be ready' and it was like 'pop!' in my head.

Things have gone haywire lately. The world has turned upside down. I have suddenly the most free time on my hands in about three years, and all of the projects I have been waiting to do - are still not being done.

I feel exactly like I'm standing in the lobby, my bags in hand. Just about to, but not...

I felt some of the tension drain out of my body though, because well, if its the stars and their spinning - what to do about it?

Accept, breathe, enjoy, relax, surrender. It's all ok. Thank you Pam.

(and thank you to Kristen for sending Pam my way.)

(ps - yes, I do know that the moon is not a planet or a star - but is such a great picture!)

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)

Nights in White Satin

Nights in White Satin

Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end,

Letters Ive written,

Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed

With these eyes before,

Just what the truth is

I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,

Some hand in hand,

Just what Im going thru

They can understand.

Some try to tell me

Thoughts they cannot defend,

Just what you want to be

You will be in the end,

And I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how, I love you.

Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end,

Letters Ive written,

Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed

With these eyes before,

Just what the truth is

I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how, I love you.

Oh, how, I love you.

cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how, I love you.

Oh, how, I love you.

Original on Youtube

or this - a fusion of love poems

or this - Earth Song