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.

A Sacred Invitation

 
Eyes turned skyward,
the searcher searched....


Fingers turning pages of the sacred texts,
he looked....
Bible, Gita, Sutra, Koran


All pointing to a way,
to find,
which he failed to see, failed to hear, failed to feel


Seek and you shall find,
was the promise,
he believed went unanswered....



But,
within himself,
in the serenity of his heart
a celebration,
a consecration,
without beginning and without end,
continued....
as it always had
as it always would


Little did he know,
he was that angel,
he was searching for....


He held the very divinity
that he wished to find


He was the love,
whose embrace
he craved,
the miracle,
he so desired.......


He was born with it,
he lived with it,
he would die with it,

The knock at his door,
the longing that he felt....
was a sacred invitation
meant for him
and him alone,
to become.....
this celebration
this ultimate expression
beyond expectation
of all
that he
sought.....

Clarity: What do you want?

And did you want to be infused....

with the messages of unrest
with thoughts of less?


Did you wish for eyes and ears filled with dust....
with races torn apart
with all reason sworn to depart ?


Did you wish for a cold unfeeling heart...
an apathetic feeling,
devoid of any sense of healing?

Did you request to be uninvolved....
left devoid of participation,
without the joy of anticipation ?


When you were a newborn child,
your eyes were open
your senses alive, your heart absolutely chosen


You saw the beauty,
you knew with such clarity
every possibility



Stars were your own diamonds
the sun, your kingdom

Love was the very air that you breathed
you swam fearless, in deep pools, every moment, every chance seized

You swung from invisible swings, flew without wings
heights and motion,
spurred your devotion


You are still...
that "child"
beguiled
with all the wonder
of incredible splendor


Or, you are that jaded "adult",
eyes warped by indifference,
heart stunted by ambivalence

It is your choice...
they both exist
waiting to dance at your request



 

We are the mirrors of what is meant to be, you and I

And when I look at you,
I do not see 
the color of your skin,
the religion that you practice,
nor hear the language that you speak,


When I look at you,
I do not see
the disturbances within your mind,
the bruises on your heart,
the patterns of the ways, you have learned 
to be.....


But when I look at you,
I see,
the purest, most dazzling light dancing from your eyes
which also dances from within me,

I see,
the clarity of an ocean of wisdom, that emanates from you,
as it also flows from me

I see,
A being of such invincible strength and patience of purpose,
as I know myself, as well, to be

I see,
a heart beating so strongly, full of gratitude, peace, belonging,
as I know my own heart to be


When I look on you....
I see such beauty,
created by the hand of the incredible artist,
of all of humanity

And such a creation,
and such a creator,
stretches through you,
just as it stretches through me

We are the mirrors,
you and I
for all 
that 
is 
meant 
to BE

Absolute Adoration

The mountains stand in power and in glory,

unwavering in postures 

of majestic beauty

The oceans, rivers, streams and lakes move with sacred mystery,

sparkling with shining treasures 

of sunlight

Valleys and plains burst with color,

gold with grain, 

adorned richly, in purples and greens

All in absolute adoration, extreme appreciation

of something 

which 

is often taken for granted......

LIFE

 And what is there to learn from these,

I have never heard the mountains in their magnificence say,

oh I wish I were a tree or could fly like a bird,

I have never heard the oceans in their undulating beauty,

whisper

oh I so do wish that I could reign, I should, I could, I would

I have never heard the skies weep,

for what they perceived could have been,

I have never seen the plains in their abundance, providing such generous sustenance,

withhold their grain for their own profit,

the stars shine,

the moon rises,

the sun glows,

in reflection,

of what they are,

radiant with beauty,

accepting of all change,

asking nothing more than to BE

And shall we see,

perhaps, take a lesson from these,

in stillness, simply

BE ?