EMPTY SKY-MIND

Many moons ago,
You asked,

"Why don't you,
Why don't you,
Why don't you bow to your own reflection?"

Then you wrestled away all notions of being small,
And lacking.

You polished the mirror of my heart,
And instructed,

"Look!
Everyone and everything 'outside' is your very own Self."

I see That now,
And am grateful,
For a mirror,
Which reflects empty,
Sky-Mind

WE ARE ONE YOU AND I

Here you are again,
Showing your face as the soft rain,
Falling and flooding my little world.

What a game you play, pretending we are apart,
But I know your secrets.
Remember, you whispered them in my ear, in the sound of the steady rain,

Beating the heart, of anyone who cares to know,

We are One You and I.
We are One.

YOUR LOVING EMBRACE

Sometimes, it seems like a sacrifice to sit with eyes closed to the world.

Yet, here you are again,

Pulling me close, you hold me to your heart.

Breathing as One,

You softly say,

''Remember, I Am You.
You are Me.
We are One.
Never forget this.''

Bathed in your light and love, I emerge renewed.

And time has dissolved.

YOUR STATE

In the middle of the night you call into my dreaming world and gently pull me out.

Like a mother, reaching for her child, you take hold and draw me to you.

To my fretting dream-world question of, 'How do I do this and that?'

You softly remind me:

''It's your state that does the work, not the doing.

Your state has the power to uplift and transform.

Never forget this!''

A SOFT BREEZE

This morning, as I walk, there's a soft breeze blowing gentle rain across my face reminding me of you.

Earlier, in the twilight hours, you entered my dreaming world and taking your lovely hand, drew small circles above my sleeping body, opening ever-wider gateways from your world to mine.

Since your touch I am changed, stepping gingerly into a world that is no longer the same.

Where I end and you begin, who can say. I am lost to myself.

All I see and feel is the breeze and the rain as you.

IT USED TO BE

Once upon a time ago, I was looking for you.

Hungry, I ran here and there like a beggar, yearning for someone or something to fill my empty bowl.

The bowl is gone now. How could something so small contain you?

Now you fill me, spilling out, flooding my world.

Like the simple chair in the shade of the tree. I know every curve and bend and the spiky palm fronds too.

Where you end and I begin, I can not say.

It used to be, I thought I was apart from you.

Now, we are the same.

THE MOON

The moon is calling out to me again.

Sitting under her soft, hazy, glow, she whispers my name.

I hear her gentle voice inside, as the sound of my heart, beating rhythmically, like a drum.

Thoughts fall away, while I listen and the beat grows stronger still.

I know what she wants, this crazy moon-beat of mine; she wants me to gaze on her, knowing I am seeing myself.

In her, I see my own light, tonight soft and mellow, at other times, radiant and magical.

What a crazy, mixed up world this is, that the moon speaks to me so.

And I, fool that I am, take the time to listen.