POETRY

My Vow

The sky is blue, the earth is green.
I see before me countless suffering beings, with bloodied heads and unbowed hearts.
I feel the stirring of that great mysterious force of which we are all part.
I sense the love and kindness of the truth pervading through my brain.
Invading every nook and cranny of my cognitive domain.

I wish to emulate wise teachers, who speak in measured tones.
Whose kindness fills the sacred space, and bring a soothing balm to the disgraced.
I wish to deepen my intent to help as wisely as I can.
To know and feel the underlying unity of things,
Yet, treasure the uniqueness of each individual being.

I wish to help others as a catalyst,
Creating conditions for their own wise actions.
Filling with kindness, love, and compassion, that sacred space for others to enter,
Here, to be witnessed and healed by the Universal Heart that sees them for what they are.
And in turn discover their own inner light to help spread the message far and wide.

Reflections on a Mom’s Death

Tears fill me with sadness at the loss
Of one so dear, so loved, so close.
I feel helpless standing on a precipice
Of an emptiness I cannot comprehend.
Unable to move, let alone attain,
I can only surrender to the pain.

I know the love my heart contains.
The delicate, precious flame it reins.
Although obscured by life’s travails,
Mom helped me grow it into a roaring fire
Of love, compassion, and goodwill,
When attended and desired.

She was my creator and sustainer,
My protector and defender,
Like a tree of fullness,
An unblemished grace of goodness.
Tears fill me with sadness at her loss.
She was so dear, so loved, so close.

The Time-Crystal Now

God whispers love to me.
Yet, I cannot hear,
For the storm is loud.
The catapaulting mind
Is unable to slow down
To attend the subtle sound.

As it jumps around,
Unable to stop
Its out-of- equilibrium phase.
One cannot know the order
And perfect stability
Of the one who whispers.

When the storm recedes
And calmness reigns
The time-crystal experience
Of the perfect Now
Becomes the focal point
And God becomes real.

Transformation
  
The solution to the human condition,
The way to cure the ills,
Is to be and act from love.

To love your neighbor as yourself
Is infinitely difficult
But ultimately the only answer.

To see yourself in the other,
Mitigates violent behavior
And produces empathy.

This love is true because it allows.
It is an allowing
Unencumbered by expectations.

The result is transformation and renewal,
The resulting empathy creates cohesion.
It is the only lasting solution
 

 The Winter of My Awakening
  
 I am in the Winter of my Awakening.
 The little self has fallen away,
 Like leaves on a sycamore tree.
 Fallen of its own accord.
  
 The mind chatter is no more,
 I feel lighter yet unstable.
 Simultaneously,
 I have come to my senses,
 Feeling rooted in them,
 As the only thing I know.
  
 Who am I now?
 I cannot discern.
 I feel unprotected, 
 Denuded, 
 Naked, 
 Silent.
  
 Winter winds blow through my mind,
 Yet, there is a presence,
 Comforting, caring, hopeful,
 Hinting of Spring, 
 Of a new becoming,
 The experience is 
 Frightening and exhilarating. 

Creativity

Synchrony
Of conscious and
Non conscious awareness,
Like the Big Bang,
Produces a magical moment.

It is a spark of creativity.
A moment when the world feels right,
Beautiful,
Purposeful,
Intelligent.

It brings profound joy
As part of daily life,
Alongside the 10,000 things
That absorb the mind
In creative living.