RAIN AND THUNDER

Listening to the thunder,
Thoughts dissolve,
Into the silence,
THAT I AM.

Right here,
Right now,
I find you,
And lose,
The small self.

This is how it is.

Even when,
I seem to forget;
You appear,
And present,
Your lovely Self,
As a world,
Of different faces,
And a world,
Of different forms.

PEBBLES IN YOUR SHOES

When the mind becomes still,
Trust the silence,
Flooding the senses,
Like a vast, limitless ocean,
Tearing down,
Who you think yourself to be.

After all, the wise know,
The doubting mind,
Has no part in this.

Thoughts,
Are like pebbles in your shoes,
Which need emptying out,
Before you can take delight,
In a beautiful walk,
With the Beloved.

WHY DON'T YOU?

Why don't you,
Just let go,
Of the million things,
You believe yourself to be?

After all,
Can your thoughts,
Really contain,
The vastness of the sky?

Can your beliefs,
Embrace the ocean?

And can any judgment,
Filled with pride,
Ever love,
The limitless nature,
Of who you really are?

GIVING UP SEEKING

The end of seeking comes,
When we embrace the courage,
To face the darkness within.

And, pouring light,
Onto what we once feared,
We can love,
All That we are,
In a million forms,
And a million faces.

In this way,
We laugh and play,
All-ways Being,
En-lightened,
By every-thing,
And every-One.

WHEN THE JOURNEY ENDS

Each brave,
Determined step,
Leads us,
Into the labyrinth,
Of our souls.

And though,
We might believe,
The path,
Has taken lifetimes,
In Truth,
We never really left,
The shelter,
Of your embrace.

At journey's end,
We turn to see,
The light,
In your lovely face,
Is the same,
As,
Our own.

WHEN I LIGHT A CANDLE

In my little room,
When I light a candle,
And think of you,
I hear the ocean,
Crashing against the shore.

The pure sound,
Calls from afar,
Inviting me,
To let go of thinking,
And dive into the vastness,
That I Am.

I AM WITH YOU

There is a bird,

Calling out,

Before the indigo night,

Turns to light.

She knows my secrets,

This little one,

Having seen,

I was with You,

In my dreams.

She knows my secrets,

This little one,

Having seen,

I wake in Your arms.

How can I say,

Where she begins and I end?

When we dance and sparkle,

As one perfect,

Song of love.