Beyond Appearances
The Storm of form:
Somewhat convincing,
a wild trip,
laughter
cackling through the heavens.
A play,
where the actor
foolishly thinks
that he is also the director
onstage, writing the script
of what will inevitably become,
as if his will
is somehow separate
from the primordial desires
of our creator.
Freedom From Maya
Traces of a memory in my mind
from a distant time,
when the innocence of my own breath
was all that I lived by…
But the trappings of this worldly reality
(The Lord’s Maya)
have diverted my soul from the path of heart—
that same path the ancients have walked
through eternity.
A very high being once said:
“You have the right to work, but not to the fruits of it.”
A little discernment,
now and then,
might go a long way
in cutting the cords of your attachments.
The Highest Love
When I look in the mirror, I see:
a soul yearning for the highest kind of love.
Agape, say the Greeks,
and a communion with the Divine Hand
in which the music we make
is heard both inside and out.
I start to ponder…
what could be more romantically fulfilling
than a mystical union
with the Cosmic Goddess,
Brahman
and the Eternal One?
As days turn into months
and months into years,
the mirror reflects more clearly
the deepest intentions of my own being.
Night Visions
Flashes
of a life
beyond the void
of waking thoughts,
to go gently into the night.
I wonder…
what will remain when no one else is around?
My soul cradles the truth,
no doubt,
from daring explorations
of planes where the Cosmos sing out:
Incantations of the unity
and the joy
and the suffering
and all the endless possibilities
of finding clarity
amid the rubble
of a broken reality…
to walk with God,
like deer frolicking through ancient forests.
Yes! That is what I’m after,
when the sun sets
and the moon rises,
feeling naked and exposed,
but with my heart torn open
to experience the wonder of it all.
Sweet Surrender
Letting go
of who we think we are,
a sweet surrender
to the guru who dwells within.
For what are we,
but fragile blades of grass
blowing in the wind?
To know thyself
is to find inner peace,
and to find inner peace
is to take refuge
in the wisdom of the One.
For when it’s all said,
birth and death
are our greatest tests
and the key is to learn
how to be in this world
but not of it…
When you can die
in every moment,
you shall live each day
freer than the last.
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