Life Does Play Me

Life does play me....
as if I were the flute,
a lyrical symphony,of laughter and of tears,

Life does move me.....
as if I were the most precious of dancers
 poised in its hand........

It sings to me of surrender,
As the moon....
does to the sun

It does take me,
into the powerful spaces, shows me that it is love,
which holds the  planets in their places,

It has spoken of unwavering courage, determination
as a droplet,
rushes to become the sea

I have watched,
as every flower raises it head,
blooms and reaches,
toward its sun,

I know that drawing,
that midnight longing
that ecstatic expectancy of reunion
with that
which plays me
as if I were its flute

Eyes Wide Open, we are made for this !

eyes wide open, 

blind to all, and

anything

by the stunning brilliance of the  LIGHT

heart exploding 

unable to contain, in its tiny thus far experience

the immensity

of so much love

Ears, deafened,

to any other sound,

filled so far beyond their thus far known capacity,

by the symphony of the divine

A mind rendered senseless,

its usual perceptions

made absurd,

by the presence of 

unlimited and ageless wisdom

Too much

joy?

Too much 

love?

Too much 

wisdom?

No, my friend.....we are made for this !

The Warrior

And he looked with sadness,
that brave and worthy warrior,
upon his world,
not because the world
was sad,
but because he was....


And he wept bitter tears.....
for all her 
sins and transgressions....
Not because her people
had transgressed,
but because,
he had,
And did not know how to forgive his own


And so he sat...
contemplated,
and bathed himself....
closed his eyes, and purified
washed himself in that holy place,
let its LIGHT absolve,
its LOVE dissolve,
all that had appeared hopeless to him, 
then....
became the beauty of perfection
joined the dance of immaculate conception



And he wept his tears again,
this time each glimmering tear,
filled with gratitude,
so immense, that its love consumed him....


I would not say...
that he never
tasted sadness again

Only that he now knew,
the elixer,
the healing potion,
of that which would
transform it.