Satchidananda

Eternal Ocean-

how deeply do your waters

move within me?

Waves crashing upon 

shores of memory.

Is this Yes?

Is this Now?

Yes and Yes.

Give and give

kindness.

From yourself

an endless spring.

Drink.

An Exercise in Freedom

I have to let my mind speak as quickly as it wishes

If I am to let it free itself from that which holds it.

What is the point of doing anything except that which

aligns with the heart? Tell me the worth, the value?

I listen to Leonard. His voice could be an aged wounded

lion resting on the savannah. What would he say of all

the lives he has taken? Necessary. Were I to forfeit my 

life for want of food? To live I must kill. Obligation and

necessity. Teeth sinking into flesh, blood staining fur. 

A sacrament eternally renewed. Listening, yes, I am 

listening. I must allow myself freedom. Cut the anxiety

and worry and let the moment be. This moment. One 

and only. Holy, holy, holy. I will sleep in peace knowing

you are next to me. Breathing with eyes closed. Holy.

There is no end to us. There is only being. There is only

rearrangement. New visions from old matter. Explain

consciousness. Ah, yes. Yes. Sit here and listen to the 

story of existence. First there was nothing, then everything.

Nothing was possible. Everything became possible. 

A squirrel scrambling up a tree. You, watching from the

corner of an eye, being and letting be.

Many Faces

The many faces of God

I am that which is I

This body

This home

Eternal

Temporary

Behind your eyes

all answers unfold

Breathing

Breathing

In

Out

Breathing

Breathing

Let Me Be This

Let this love wash over me.

Let this life wash over me.

Exalted. Holy.

Let me be the water in the stream.

Starlight

Time isn't what we believe.

Can we live

unstuck

from our perceptions?

Toddling along

walking for the first time,

driving a car alone,

drunk with a friend,

sitting with a dying parent,

awaiting my own transition.

Is this the order?

Existing simultaneously

eternally.

Points of light

scattered into infinity.

Brightness in the dark.  

A New Suit For An Old Job

I see him walking down the street

wearing a bespoke black suit.

Aviator sunglasses and black fedora

cover his head.

A woman walks towards him-

and averts her gaze

not knowing why she is unsettled.

I know who he is. 

I don't know who he's looking for.

It's not me, at least not today,

I hope.

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and 

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

try and try

and try and

A New Old Self

Who am I still trying to be?

I ask myself over and over

and get no closer.

Do I need to be an I?

Is the I already present?

Yes, yes.

You know the answer.

Don't try any more.

Become who you are.

Cocoon

The year begins again

mid-Winter.

How strange but

when best to be reborn 

after a season

of death

Hold on to me

under covers

Keep the darkness

at bay

New Sights

Steven has been gone since May.

It wasn't quite Mother's Day

when he checked out

but he made sure

to be gone by then.

I remember when Jesse left.

He was so young.

It was an accident.

He certainly didn't mean

to go so soon.

Steven was never the same.

Now they wander

at the edges of reality-

seeing far more 

than any of us.

Grounded

How far will the birds fly today?

How high will they ascend?

From a distance

how small will they appear?

Standing on the ground

can you imagine

such creatures taking flight?

From behind a window

watching the grey cold

covering the sky

you wonder

of your mother's health

as she rests in a hospital room.

A New Day

Jumping into the winter chill outside 

even the trees shudder

Bundled in warmth

Breathing in the frost

Where do the deer roam?