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

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?

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

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.

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?

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

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

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