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Stormy Seas

“The snake inside a bamboo cane…
can only go up or down.”

He was smiling at me

“Which way will you go?”

I know not of what you speak
but I will follow you into the Mystery
With the beating of my heart
By the light of our eyes
Through your touch
Show me the way up.
Lead me to G-d

Oh Friend, who leads who?
Here is my faith
Let us journey together.

Maybe I didn’t go anywhere.
Just wrapped around myself.
Constricted.

Sometimes my anger is a burning light.

A terrible, powerful force.
The oceans which feed it
are immense.

My rage gives way to Longing
Unseparated, we are free.

I never found a way to perfectly express
with the whole of my being
that one great Beauty I see everywhere

I am always falling.

And falling, praying.

Don’t forget me, don’t stop calling.

Nobody wants to be other than Love.
To be less than their purest self.
To be this not that.
Unfullfilled.

Sometimes my grief is unconsolable.

This is a poem for Him.
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A warrior turns to face his anger
He says “Come, come and dance”
Dance until we weep
Then grow your softness

He is not afraid
To be invincible
He moves like water.

There is space for everything inside him.
So he laughs and plays.

You have made great effort to be Master of your ship
I bow to your intention
Here, take the lamp which burns inside my heart
It can be lonely at sea.

Raise the humble flag of a warriors love
It can not be torn.
Cutting through illusion
Storms make way for freedom
Ride your winds
Sail free, untethered
to light a Way

Blessings on your course

Such skill takes time and practice
I am adrift

Full of cracks
The cracks of hesitation, self doubt and indecision
My bamboo is not strong enough.

My snake is all twisted up in knots.
Dearanged by lack of freedom

The depth and intensity of my rage
The raw force, unexpressed
If I could harness it, direct it with care,
Would equal yours. I know.

It is a force for healing.

You showed me where there is no place for fear
No place to hide
Stand up now and be seen
Before the face of death
“All of this is Love”

I had to break to fit that kind of love inside me.

If it were not for this exterior life,
and I dived down into the depths of me
and you into the depths of you

The demons and deities I could produce
From my own ancient energies
Would dance with yours well.
We could make a fine show together.

Of fire and wrath
and Love
of wisdom that cuts like a blazing knife

There are no prisoners here.

Then sit down laughing
side by side
Drink from the tea kettle
as old Friends.

Knowing we are nothing
Humility and compassion
We suffered long to learn
So now,
Light like air

With the taste of tears still on our lips
We know what sweetness is

Sweetness is owning our own Hell
and making Heavens garden there
where fruit and flowers grow,
where children sing

Sweetness is
offering your rage
on bended knees
Saying I Love you

When the clouds of this and that
Drift away
Birds on the wind
Flow like water

Everything returns to silence.

Let us make love one day
Unbound
Melt together in pools of warmth
Beneath the stars
of a million births and deaths

When I am finally naked
of all that is not
When you can move through me
Freely
Let my offer myself to you

Raise me up, raise you up.

Being not of this world
yet in it
I recognised a companion

Oh fool I
Showed myself to be less than worthy
That we do not walk together
That I stand not by your side.

Dive into your Ocean, Friend
Find me there,
meet me there,
Love me there.

Lose me here
in the Light of your loving.

I am deep enough to hold you.

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Already That

Sometimes,
I wanted to run away,
to run so far from knowing,
leave all practice behind;
Retreat to that place
within my own being,
Where, it was always clear,
that nothing could exist but

Silence,
All-pervading,
Love.

Where there could be no conflict.

But it seemed as though
having already taken one step
too far into the beyond,
that the world in my own silent company
could offer no retreat –
For I had come to mistrust my own seeing,
blindly grasping at these endless illusions.

I was never quite sure
if I was awake, or dreaming.

It certainly appeared as though
I could never quite see
and that all that arose
was perceived through
relentless distortions.

All that changed was
the way of dreaming;
Reality seemed
out of reach.

And so I had to continue
full of doubt and fears,
giving my life to a path
which I could not trust;
Because without that path
all living was empty,
a pantomime for the senses
in which I had long since lost
interest or desire.

No other way had been offered
to follow deeper inwards and go beyond,
so I took it, blindly
stumbling all around the edges
across a thousand imaginations.

Every part that you might call me
caused nothing but trouble and pain.
Yet really, I hadn’t even begun.

I prayed to a higher seeing
a deeper loving, an essence,
the indivisible one,
(that I prayed existed)
Not to let me go astray;
Not to let me forget the heart.

I begged life, weeping daily
(with a heart on fire
that desired nothing
but to be returned,
to be fully empty)
to remove me completely;
leaving only

That which
Was
Already That.

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