Soft Wind

Love shall not come from you
in your time of need.

You who shall for now not sing
thy song of dreams so sweet,
will in time be folded into
the dawn of timeless wonder.

Fear not your journey my friend;
fear not your dreams nor your foe.

Timeless is your night-time.
Endless shall be thy dance.

Why in times gone past?
Questions raised with no answers.
Indeed movement sways the weary.

Untold shall be sung.
Forever is not your time.

You are here as the source of all.
Can you not here the rhythm?
Can you not smell the sweet wine?

So many journeys unfold
in a criss-cross of tumbling twine.
Unfolding yields not to those
who puzzle over it.

Forgive me once and
in time we shall proceed.
Forgive me twice and
I have erred again.
Shall I learn in time
thy song from on high.

Is it not silence that speaks
through the highest winds.
Shall I rest tonight, unyielding
to the forces of peril.

Sleep with me and
we shall arise anew.

The old is reborn and
the days are clean.

Sing yea to the unborn.
Sing yea the unsung.

We shall listen and
many shall dance.

Joy comes to the joyous.

Sheep follow the shepherd
into the shearers shed.

Magic shall not come to me
if I remain unseen.

Majesty stands tall
in an empty sky.

Passing clouds pass by.

This is all there is.

This is all.

Sweetness shall touch the sensitive:
those who dare to search the soft winds.

Cloudless mist passing
without the winds of time.

Good may your journey be;
good may be your night be;
good may you be.

You be already that which you are.
You be not your dreams of passion.
You the passing trees on the highway.

Can you not ask me why?
Will I not answer yes?

Trees are passing shades of life;
flowers are passing shades of colour.

That which sees the passing
shall dance forever:
enduring beyond the
veil of dreams.

Who are you my beloved friend?
From whence you have arrived?
To hence shall you go?

I am where I am.
That is where I have come from.
That is where I shall go.

Comings and goings are like waves.
I come and go, yet endlessly I arrive.
I am arriving yet I am already here.
I have gone yet I am still here.
Can you not see me?

I can see you.
In fact I can
see your dreams.
In fact I am you.
Fear not though,
for you am I.

Together shall be this journey of ours.
Lonely shall the alone not be;
it is nigh on impossible my beloved.

Ancient scrolls yield not to your deceptions.
The truth in words is a door.
The doorway is amongst the words,
hidden between the lines.

I pass by you as you pass by me.
I am unseen to those who look away.
I am seen to those who open their hearts.

That which you have done wrong
may in fact be a misunderstanding.
Pass by again when the mind is calm
and your awareness is clear.
You may be surprised.

The answers are hidden;
the dreams are many.

The truth is the unsurpassed.

A Serious Laugh

Wisdom comes not from words.

Though I am an intellectual,
it does not mean I am not wise.

A collection of words
creates a leaning tower.

The wordless silence
yields the leaning tower fall.

Just because I am
paranoid doesn’t mean
they aren’t out to get me.

The fear is all in the mind,
yet mind attracts all fear.

Hiding not from oneself
the critics laugh
as the wise laugh
first at themselves
and then their critics.

In time the wise laughs
and the critics ponder bemused.

A twisted laugh,
a wordless spasm,
such yearnings for the futile,
the wise sit and do
Nothing.

Yet in all of eternity
no winds shall move
even a fine layer
from the mountain
that Is
a wise being.

Slip and Fall

Where lies the truth?
So many times it is asked,
yet we are with it all along.

This awareness that sees and feels,
this being present to whatever is happening,
seems as impotent as it is familiar.

What of God or Enlightenment
could be in being aware of
this act, this thought, or this feeling?

Yet if this awareness is intensified,
if the preoccupation with what we are aware of -
a beautiful person or a scrumptious sweet -
is redirected, a transformation begins.

What really is it in an outward
obsession that binds us to it?
What is in our body, mind, and heart,
when we focus on outer gain?

A gathering wave of awareness
penetrates and breaks down
the worlds apparent harshness.

Like rocks worn away
by the vast winds of nature,
our illusion of troubles
will reveal their secret lie.

The radiant light of awareness
sees the dissolution of our troubles,
our thoughts, feelings, body,
and even the subtle vibrations
that permeate our body.

When this happens that truth is revealed.
Consciousness has almost lost all objects.
Our ego the subject is threatened.

All of a sudden
awareness slips from the bind
of the world as we know it:
almost like being sucked
into the infinite vacuum
of a black hole.

Though the candle has blown out
an infinite presence is.

No thought, no feeling,
no body, no self is here.

Panic sets in and
the thread of the self
scrambles to pull itself
out of the abyss.

It is almost like the dew drop
that slips off the lotus leaf
is denied its full emersion
in the infinite oceanic diamond
by the vacuum of fear and ego.

This awareness that some proclaim
to be a manifestation of the physical,
is surely too ordinary to be what all we seek.
We no not that by standing in our own
seemingly insignificant awareness,
we stand next to God.

What else would be
the way to God the all-seeing,
than the outpouring of the seeing
that we possess.

In short we are scared of the divine;
scared because we as we no ourselves
do not exist.

It is alive,
it is infinite,
it is unmoving,
it is eternally now,
it is existence,
it is the ultimate
Truth.

Self Infliction

You who fight,
fight for your own slavery.
Your soul will wear the scar
of the suffering to others.
Their suffering is not as deep
as yours of your own doing.
You do not realise that in hurting others,
you cut yourself more deeply;
nor shall a short life grant you mercy.
And even if your body be worn away by age,
you shall still bear the burden of your mistakes –
if they be great enough.

Tired

Most wars only end after exhaustion.
Cannot this energy be transformed –
even if a trench be dug
only to be filled in?

Hot Action

If you commit an act of aggression,
and it be in the name of God or God-willing,
and if there is anger in your being,
then let it be said that you are a fool.
If by the will of god you are moved to action,
then their be a powerful force with you,
yet such power will not consume your being
in an inferno of rage.

Faith

Whether the path be
towards God or the Godless,
it be found by the believer.