Deep within your Heart
is a great well of tears
Some of them are fresh
Others as ancient as time
Don’t be afraid to enter
Dive to the untouched depths
There are many treasures waiting
In the darkness there:
The sweetest tears –
The wild, raw, untamable ones
The streaming torrents of grief –
Are really made of purest light
Find that sacred source
from which all tears spring
and channel your deepest sorrows
into an irresistible fount of Loving
If the Beloved himself
were to weep, freely
Every drop of his brilliant tears
would Love a whole universe into being.
The infinite spiral dance of thought
shouts and whispers, if we follow
draws us outward;
Paints a web of untold dreams
perpetuated by relentless desire,
Blinded by insatiable longing.
Transcend the attachment to outward attention,
dissolve into silence, remain unseen;
Turn back to the stillness from which you arise.
Never outside of this, but here
in the breath; In the warm beating heart.
Bathe in all-pervading consciousness,
that infinite hum of light;
The pulse of awareness
Oh sweet, Sweet untouched
Residing beyond intimacy,
Indivisible from time or space;
Sacred one – It is time to come Home.