I sense You are there on the other side of this veil of thoughts
And also within, gazing at me through my own inner eyes
It is You, as me, looking at me who is really You
I am You looking at You, having forgotten who I am
Let me dive into the delicious warmth of your ocean heart
Where boundaries dissolve into the blissful being of Oneness
I am ever amazed, as if for the first time, as I witness once again the sun rising up over the eastern horizon, flowing in like the tide and flooding this shadow world with luminous light.
The plants and trees are illumined in it’s glow as it draws shadows of date palms on stucco walls. Shining soft and golden it reveals the flight paths of tiny aviators dancing on sunbeams in the canyon below. This impossible beauty rouses something within that was sleeping….dreaming….of impossible beauty.
You would not want to hear of it again, I have spoken of these wonders so many times. Yet, I am ever amazed, as if for the first time as I witness the birth of the dawn.
The shrill and unsettling cacophony of coyotes
Split the dawn sky and shattered the fragile moonbeams
Moonbeams of illusion shining softly through the dewdrops
That lie dreaming on the skylight of my mind
This is not a gentle world
There is a disintegration or a tearing apart
Of everything that exists
In this mad and excruciatingly beautiful
Creation of dancing opposites
Hold on to nothing
Can you hope to grasp the shimmering mist
That dances on the shore?
Your eyes painted a melody on my heart
That only my soul could hear
Softly calling, haunting and enchanting
Now I am caught in the current of your song
Helpless like a leaf caught in a mighty river at floodtime
I can only surrender and flow with this music
Not knowing, not caring where it may lead
This song of bliss drowns all future and past
There is only now, flowing in the rhythm
Of Love’s heartbeat
I dare tell no one, it will confirm their fears that I am crazy or at least hopelessly odd, melancholy and stricken senseless with grief. But long ago you ignited my heart with the fire of bliss and then took possession of it. You locked it away and threw the key into the deepest part of the ocean, knowing that I cannot swim. Then you vanished like mist on the shore when the sun breaks through. Now I wait here in this burned out shell of charred dreams not knowing when or if you will ever return with the heart you once set on fire.
The flood of beauty that greeted me at dawn drowned my thoughts and swept away my mind until nothing was left but a breathless heart gazing through the eyes of wonder. Whose masterpiece is this impossibly exquisite symphony of color and light?
My senses are stunned and intertwined, I see the melodies cascading from the trees, I hear the sunlight whisper it’s golden secrets, I taste the delicate flavor of the morning breeze and I smell the green hues on a canvas of sky blue.
Here is the work of a Master I sit at the feet of and drink the Truth.
When the road behind becomes longer than the road you can see ahead in life, there is a profound shift in perspective. A frightening opportunity to open up to more Truth. As long as what we perceive as the time we have remaining here on this plane of existence appears to be longer than the time since our birth, it is still easy to allow ourselves to feel like our life will go on forever.
After all, the time since we were born seems like forever. It seems to me like I have always been here. I certainly can’t remember ever NOT being here. So as long as the life I see ahead looks longer than the perceived eternity behind me it seems like I have eternity yet to go and then some extra. But as soon as we begin to perceive that the road ahead is shorter than that we have already traveled the whole dynamic changes. The time we have left is now somehow shorter than the eternity since we arrived here.
What does that mean? Shorter than eternity? We are not sure but we know it means there really is an end…the length of time we have to live is finite. This inconvenient truth has now become much harder to sweep under the carpet of denial. This life is temporary, so now what do you want to do?
I am a fool to attempt to express the beauty I see
When I look through the eyes of a heart aflame
All poets are fools, scribbling their fiery inspiration
Onto parchment that only bursts into flames
Words on fire with fathomless bliss and ecstatic beauty,
Where can they be written?
Nowhere in the world is a surface they will not burn through
Like a laser through darkness
They can only be written on the blazing heart
Only fire is not burned by fire
The shining pattern of dew drops on a spider’s web
Glistening diamonds on silken threads,
Like tiny prisms capturing the sun
And pouring it out in all directions
Through a thousand sparkling facets
This dazzling vision before my eyes
Draws my mind to the unseen Source
Of spinning galaxies and shimmering dewdrops
This morning I awakened from my night dreams
Into the larger day dream of my life.
Now I long to awaken further
From this mysterious dream realm of “reality”
Into the true “awakening” of consciousness without thought