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meet me in innocence

there’s a place prior to knowing,
a landscape of profound stillness,
a state of unspeakable ease
with a lightness unparalleled.
meet me here in our emptiness,
in this field of our innocence.
it is the bed we’ve always laid in,
the freedom we’ve always played in,
amidst the great love making,
that is this magnificent life.

(painting: Lilith- by Jack Haas)

immaculate whispers of the Heart

be still my inflamed heart
and ascend into that Higher Vision
dip your ceaseless longings
into the fire of Truth
Adore This
the cult of sensual pleasures
betrays This
so at once
abandon all of your stray birds
for that which is Here Now
for This alone satiates
that thirst for True Love
and This alone
is the Wholeness within.

(Artwork: "Serenity of the Sun" by Rassouli)

Be As You Are

thoughts will never show you,
your true likeness.
they will never thread a
story about the real You.
words and concepts will
never speak Truth.
they cannot.
for the certainty that You are,
cannot be fragmented
into words, into images,
into the this-ness and that-ness
of thought content.
why turn to such things
for Self reference?
why let the false
speak of the Truth?
it cannot.
The eternal cannot
be reflected
in the unstable and ephemeral.
it is senseless to look to thought
for self-knowledge.
simply Be as You Are,
for Being is the only certainty,
in this realm of Your dreaming.

the constant reply

your Lover is Life,
there is none other than this.
so, transform your fear
into a butterfly,
and let it fly free
out into the field of its Love.
let your eyes rest
on the boundless beauty of this place
and let your lips only murmur
its praise.
then, open your hands
and receive
all that your soul
has been dancing for
the only answer
to escape from the lips of your Lover
is Yes
it has always been Yes
your Lover is Life
there is none other than This.

A Puppet, Not a Fool

quit pulling on my string old world!
my business is with the certainty of Stillness.
would you have me look for rest, in the endless stirring of your wilderness?
oh mind, have i appeared the fool so soon?
only a mad one would look for peace in your movement.
this world is none other than your fabrication,
a mirage in the emptiness of my peace-filled Being.
seeing this, what would keep me lusting after your illusory creations?
with sight restored, would i willingly fall into your pit of darkness?
oh mind, have i appeared the fool so soon?
you thread a necklace of phantoms,
and offer them up as pearls.
which blind one would accept such gifts?
with stillness Here, who flies with the gifts of a restless mind?
oh world, quit pulling on my strings!
I will not leave my Home,
for your thought-congested roads.

fumbling for You

this life, He tumbles over me
with the might of the unforgiving Sea
and while i fumble over that melody
that the Lover hums
It is I that has succumb
to the pangs of a violent love
how this love, it absorbs it all
swallowing the sun
dissolving day into night
leaving only the stillness
of a world asleep to its own sound
time is lost to You Love
and mind is unhinged from its godly throne
As I remain
in the endless Presence
of You who is the All

(painting by Jack Haas)

quote of el momente:

"Like a vast and gracious Host, welcome and say "yes" to this, "yes" to this, and "yes" to every this. Your true life arrives constantly when you've set up your shop at the intersection of Now and Yes." - Gary Rosenthal

for some reason, life seems to weigh less when you accept what is here right now, whatever it is.

the flames of One

how do i speak to You who is my Self
You who is beyond speech, beyond words
You who looks through all eyes
That bliss-filled face
that can blind even the stars
Eternity resides only where You are
A wonder formless and unbound
What is this feeling?
Who calls to this heart like so?
It is You
You, Who even a Lovers tongue cannot move
From that place out of time
From that field not of mind
You pull on this heart of mine
How to see what is not born?
How to meet what cannot be found?
Oh how sweet it is to drown
in this You that I Am
haaaaaaappy sunday.
don't let them crazy thoughts steal your attention away.
despite what our thoughts say,
the fullness of life is in what's right here and right now.

my bum itches.

hugs yo.