Sitting alone In the middle of nowhere Feeling like a warrior Who lost his army Vulnerable – I would say And by that, I mean having no option Other than the warmth of the Noble Heart way There is this sense of deep loss Opening to the vastness Of what I really am Spacious awareness…
Endless streams of rushing people
Quickly moving at frantic pace
Minding the gap
Minding their phones
Minding their kindles and their books
But not minding their own mind at all.
By all means mind the gap – the one between thoughts
And find the silence amidst the noise
The stillness behind the movement.
In the openness of Now I shift from thinking to awareness Rising above the dimmed mind There I stand in the beautiful naked body of Presence Timeless, Ageless, Deathless Unimpaired by memories Opinions or thoughts In this beautiful space There is only Now, flowing quietly It could be anywhere Anytime Beyond dreams and drama, Parting…
My mistress is this unbearable tenderness And my goal Is never to be parted from her Night and day, and every second of my life, In a close and unique embrace. In the unbearable aspect There is the certainty of death, The immeasurable space of parting; In the tenderness There is you and all beings…
As now unfolds
In a flowing stream of present moments
Journey from town to town
Becomes illusory movement
In a ocean of stillness
Watching through my eyes
All sorts of forms of whatever is.
Looks like travel
But it’s just being