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Speak of Your Love

When I don’t feel you near me,
When you are not on fire
in the silence of my heart,

I feel
so lost.

I can’t even say one word
if it is not to speak of your Love.

(Or the longing for that)

I am here!
Please, open me,
Hold me, breathe me –
Don’t let go.

There is nowhere to be
without you.

But wait!

How many times must I forget?
Now I remember
how to announce my presence:

Stop right here
in the space of being;
Be perfectly still.

Listen from the centre:

Ah! I hear you
Everywhere.

You have been
so terribly patient

Everything is alive with your light.

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Only Reflections

When I was a child,
feeling the goodness
in me,
in you,
in all things,
I looked to you to confirm it

I poured all my love
into people who were
Incredibly lost. People
who never felt deeply
all hearts share a truth.

People hurt others
when they are hurting
They don’t understand
who they are.
People make boxes
then sit in them,
shouting loudly.

They are really afraid
of light. And sometimes
do terrible things.

You taught me
to be ashamed.
You said goodness
is something out there
something that we are not.
This is what you had learnt.
You said you know
that Love is a lie.

You confused me so much.
It’s okay. I accept you.
There is nothing to forgive
Everyone is doing their best

You made me look
at being a person.
Thank you. It broke me
again and again.
But something is still here.

When we get broken
it makes an opening, for light.
I understand now
how terribly lonely you must be.

It’s time to change direction
and pour all our love into truth,
I will not be ashamed
if it doesn’t come back.

There is no return of light –
only reflections.

When I give my love to truth
it’s flowing in to you, too.
You are truth.
You don’t need to know about it

One day, we will all be free.

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Path to G-d

If you haven’t come to speak about love
then i don’t want to hear.
There is enough talk of shame,
of lost ones, fallen.
The G-d I know
never turned a soul away
who said one word: please.

I am through with courage
through with wisdom
through with strength and skill.
If there isn’t a place for everyone
I have already gone.

Forget about everything
but grace.
No flower needs to make an effort
to be beautiful.
There is a simple truth.
It isn’t learnt.

I’ve lost interest in everything
but love.
Say nothing. Don’t speak it.
Words make shadows.
Don’t even touch the path to G-d
It’s far too dangerous for lovers.
Stop.
Listen.
You don’t need to do anything
to be here.

Tell me about the Love
that is happening now.
Light is not a secret
I want to feel it inside you:
How there is no distance
between us at all.

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Long Time Coming

The moon is beautiful
and sometimes
a long time coming.

She is not always as close
or full as this night,
she draws my burning heart
to reflect the purest longing.

The light which has been hidden
will be revealed,
it’s spilling over, waiting.

Consume me with your truth;
Bless the weeping
face turned upwards:
The mistakes I have made,
may they be your becoming

Every moment that I forget you
or ask you to look away,
let it hurt me so deeply,
pain me even more than this.

Break me open, let there be no rest
until have emptied into you completely.

Show me where I did wrong,
don’t be kind.
Give me the courage
to make everything right;

I’ll be here waiting, watching,
listening for you all night.

The darkness is radiant,
pours my heart into the deepest places

Suspended in grace
I die unto the love once more
Dawn comes, lost in praying,
Keep me with you,
Keep me with you today.

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Not Knowing

If you are breaking open
and there is no ground or walls,
nor person to say “Yes I am that”,
If there is no knowing nor faith
and no desire;

If you have discovered
that everything you believe in,
all that you touch, dissolves;
If nothing can be confirmed,

What do you do?

I stay still, feeling,
listening, quietly;

If the pain grows deeper – let it,
If the fear comes stronger – let it,

If disturbance comes to destroy
this entire world – let it!

What could I do
but stay in my heart?
Stay here, where
something is burning.

And whilst I wait between
unknowable and unknown,

Perhaps the life
that is warm and moving
will carry my understanding
deeper, to a place where

All this breaking will only have been
the tearing down of walls:
the walls of my being.

So if it hurts and feels like it’s the end,
maybe it’s only the beginning of beyond;
Because the walls are not me
and all I ever asked for was to be free:
Free of all that is not true,
Free to merge with infinity,
to meet G-d – Fully.

(It was a name we were given
for that which has no name.)

All that ever remains is this longing.

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Every Face

Standing alone on an empty road:
shall I turn left or right,
would it really make a difference?
No reason to go here or there!

Inside the houses, people
are busy living –
full with being somebody;

They all have a story to tell
and they ask me:

“Who are you?
What do you do?
Where did you come from?
What do you want?

Then say:

“If you don’t be someone,
you won’t go anywhere!
You must do something useful with your life!
You must use your precious time wisely!”

“Be happy!
Don’t cry!
Where’s your logic?
Don’t be a fool!
Pull your self together!
Spread your wings!
Socialise!
What good have you done today?”

“Show me your knowledge
and I’ll show you mine,
What have you learned?
How intelligent are you?”

There are a thousand different ways
to do everything all wrong!
Yet when the sun comes at dawn
he kisses every face turned upwards.

I don’t need to have a name
to hear the blackbird singing.

There are enough people being busy
setting the world to rights
and doing grand or beautiful things.

Speak of any science, any art,
some shall master them perfectly.

Let those with knowledge debate
the history and future of society,
and those with skilful means
make changes where they will.

Everything is understood somewhere.

I shall lay my load down here
beneath a star filled sky:

Cry like a baby
(when I want to)
or laugh with joy

For simply no reason at all.

Life does not need me to be intelligent
to understand what has been written
in books and the heart of man.

Why should I search for treasure
to hold in two empty hands?

The infinite continues unfolding
even when I do nothing at all!

Perhaps I should make an effort
to become a better ‘person’,
but i think i’ll just stay here
and watch the moon…

Some one has to love her light
spilling out so shamelessly
over all that is seen

She is painting everything silver

whilst
we
sleep.

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