In Service to Love

My service to love
Devotion to my beloved
And willingness to support her voice and message
Does not diminish me in any way
It does not make me less of a man
It does not require any subjugation
Or suppression of some innate primal desire
It is not weakness or passivity

In fact it requires the greatest of all strengths
The strength to overcome a thousand years of masculine righteousness
And domination of nature itself
It demands the greatest of tenderness and care
The awareness and diligence of a master warrior
The presence and poise of an eagle
It requires the most blazing eloquence
And depth of understanding
It requires that I yield some
Part of this masculinity that only serves itself
Yes, it requires that I die
And in dying I am reborn
As love’s greatest servant

But to imagine that it makes me less of a man
Is to entirely miss the point.


love and truth

i searched for love
inside truth

and i searched for truth
inside love

and i found them
nestling together

like lovers hiding
in each others arms

the sun and the moon
are always dancing
to the divine music
of what is.


Lovers of the World

We are dancing in an endless ocean of love
Swimming with the beautiful ones
Unlocking the door to Eternity
Feeling the breath of the ecstatic wind
Tasting some nectar
Catching a glimpse of the sun
As it pours out its light
For the lovers of the world. – Kavi 2004

I wrote this poem, and many others, when the relationship with my wife, Amoda Maa Jeevan, fully blossomed in 2002/3. The first few years of our coming together were ecstatic and brought the poet out of me. We were like delighted children, tumbling around the world in rapture. Our favorite experience was to bundle into a cafe and dash up to the counter and announce, ‘Two cappuccinos please, we are here to celebrate our existence on this planet!’

It has now been over 15 years and, although the ecstatic nature has transformed and matured, it still has this quality. It is love, and not just love of each other, but the greatest devotion of each of us to love itself, and therefore to truth itself.

Recently we were asked to talk about our relationship. Amoda is a teacher so she does this kind of thing a lot. I’m not, but I am always up for talking about new ways of relating, because relationship is where the rubber really hits the road.

So if you are of a mind and have some time, I invite you to watch our interview and see what you think. It is honest and open. We even talk about sex.

Love’s Invitation

Love’s invitation
Is everywhere
At all times
In your life, your actions, in the world you see and feel
It lies hidden in every experience
Even the cruelty
That makes you turn away in shame and rage
In the horror and suffering
In the very things that make the righteous mind scream NO!
Even there, when you dive down to the deepest, most tender level
You will find love

The broken hearted lover
Is the most beautiful being of all
The one who wears their broken heart openly
Without shame or denial
But says ‘Yes I am smashed open
By the waves, by the suffering, by the loss, by the helplessness,’
This one is the true human being
For they have shed all the falseness and dissolved the mask
And now they live in the exquisite open splendor
Of the razor’s edge
Where brokenness and beauty have become
Love itself

The invitation is everywhere
All the time.


Patterns Weaving

All I seem to see now
Are patterns
And waves
As though life itself
Were but one single thing
One single tapestry
Of form
Weaving in and out
Between the visible and the invisible
At moments I recoil
In staggered wonder
As I see the whole of existence
The universe, stars, and the firmament itself
You and me and the tiny ant
As just shapes of energy
Coming in and out
In and out

At times I lose interest
In our individual stories
Of greatness or suffering
And collapse into
The deepest acceptance and awe

At other times I love
The way the pattern weaves itself
Through us all
With its delicate nuances
We call our lives

My oh my! What astonishing
Divine intelligence
Is behind all this?

leave the world to see it clearly

to love and understand this life

you must consciously transcend it

even for a moment

you must go beyond its shores

leave its gravitational field

and see from far above

when you look down upon

this spinning blue ball

your heart will open and your mind will clear

all it takes is one moment

of total clarity and vision

and everything false may dissolve

what heavenly joy it is to see with no blinkers!

Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire,
and the secret one slowly growing a body.
Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.

this ordinary ecstasy


arrived out of the demolition

of self

before love’s truth could flower

all the weeds had to die

don’t imagine it is easy

to surrender the desperate self

but know it is necessary

if love is to blossom

meeting another with no defense

with no armor and no weapons

brings into existence

an ordinary ecstasy

that is worth every moment

of the death rattle

of the one that clings to life.

bask in the heat and the fiery glow

you can try and live without love
in the same way you can turn away from a fire
but both actions will leave you
in the cold
and in the dark

or you can turn towards love
and bask in the heat and the fiery glow
of course you may get burned sometimes
but that’s just love
using anything unlike itself
as fuel

whatever comes – friend or foe?

there are two ways of meeting what comes
but one road leads to prison
and one to freedom
one way is as though everything is a friend
and the other way is as though nothing is
you can try for some imagined middle path
where some things are friends
and yet others are foes
and somehow trust your beliefs and your conditioning
but it will never lead to love or joy
only to some half way house
where everything is kind of grey…

but here is the thing
to meet everything as a friend
requires you to drop every notion of the world and your self
all judgements, all assumptions, all beliefs
and every idea of what is right or wrong
or good or bad,
without becoming a victim or a fool


to find this freedom you might be searching for
you must go naked and shameless
into the world
and you must allow the world in
regardless of how it appears.

this is the path of the truth seeker.

Krishnamurti suddenly paused, leaned forward and said, almost conspiratorially, ‘Do you want to know what my secret is?’ ” (There are several accounts of this event; details vary.) Krishnamurti rarely spoke in such personal terms, and the audience was electrified, Dreaver recalls. “Almost as though we were one body we sat up… I could see people all around me lean forward, their ears straining and their mouths slowly opening in hushed anticipation.” Then Krishnamurti, “in a soft, almost shy voice”, said: “You see, I don’t mind what happens.