Resting, aloneness in the home,
experiencing the envelopment
by the cloud of totality
The place where
the living dream called love
Simply does its ever infinite thing.
In this nature, in this wonder,
in this life flow of utter inexplicability,
Let us sanctify this being that we are . . .
Stilling the mind
and opening its vast doorways
its pathways into dimensionalities,
skies of sheer awareness,
untouched by the mind
freedoms, and sheer potentiality
Allowing sound and rhythm itself,
unburdened by word,
Unburdened by mental ideas,
Unburdened by mental direction,
Unburdened by mind,
Be and Be transformed.
Let.
All.
Be.
As the stilled mind stands aside into its own rest,
As the being feels awe,
the Being comes to life within
As Awe, awake
Pouring into us its exotic energies
To fold and unfold
the fabrics that hold thoughts
and streams of connection to mere ideas
It cures a disease we call attachments
To wave them like flags
in the winds of this beloved now
To shake the gentle sands
through the sieves of the mind
As time disappears
into the center
of the hourglass
and goes away
forever
We let go,
It lets us go,
It all shakes free
Right into me
through the energies of love
To Listen
To watch
To feel
To know
your own aliveness
in silence . . . .
As sound washes
with waves and showers
And repetitions of shadows
that fly as sound into hours
Of time and space
and away from, and into,
This holy center
The center of your whole being, right now
Thoughts ride as music flowing
words are preceded by sound
and the sound moves
be in that sound
in the still directness
of a young mountain stream
riding a deep ecstatic rock gutter
all the way down
Down, down, flowing,
downward, focused,
nutrified in its own clarity
Utter clarity itself
swimming as the stream
Flowing, winding, beating as a heart
with a pace,
as a life,
not a race,
in pulsing manifestation
of the very power
that simply flows
Through us each
as the one
oh the One
The pulse that beats is love
An explosion of energy
Winding every way and another
Feeling into all sensitivities
Awarenesses, coming alive
Nerves growing as feathers
And the down is where you feel,
where you feel life
as it comes into the outer fringe
of feel-able, perceivable, manifestation
you -- as something -- from nothing.
It is where you are, what you are
You are at the very softest edge of existence
Always within the oneness,
At the nexus
of where nothingness
comes into
non-nothingness
As something
known as alive and flowing
As what you are, now, doing, effortlessly.
As you.
As ' You.
When we melt into the flowing of the oneness,
we ride in the experience of the one power flow,
And in that way we know with love's own intimacy
We know the one; we live in its pulse
a heartbeat of of utter emptiness as possibility
just waiting to beat into being
As the wind rides the waves
in the flags blowing
in the high Tibetan wind
We as colors dance
in the freshness of the
ever ever-new sky
Clouds live as evaporated bliss
of the dancers below
Hearts beating alive in a real world,
Into an alive society, pregnant with youth of heart
Ready in the dimensions of connectivity
Anticipating in dimensions of the unknown
Where they simply wait
Riding unconsciousness trains of thought
Pregnant with consciousness,
But waiting
Simply waiting,
Somehow waiting
Strangely, there is the waiting.
Yet Darkness announces the dawn.
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