swimming in a vast ocean

i looked for something to cling to
and realized i was swimming in a vast eternal ocean
of consciousness
i saw huge forms rising
planets exploding, stars dancing across the sky
mountains, trees and ants
all doing the same thing
and in that vision i saw myself
sometimes terrified
and sometimes bewitched
by the staggering beauty
of it all
and in that seeing i stopped
looking for something to cling to
or some way of understanding anything
and i fell back and rested
in the arms of the one intelligence
that animates all things
what astonishing peace came upon me
and what great joy.


An Exquisite Silent Majesty

In moments of the deepest contemplation
Of unfixed awareness
When the gaze is turned inwards
But not on any object
It is as though
I have entered a Cathedral
Of the greatest majesty
An exquisite silence pervades all things
And the very air pulses with presence
It is as though there were something vibrantly alive
In everything
And the quieter I become
The more alive it is

And I realize it is always here
And it is me who comes and goes

My true devotion is to that
Exquisite silence.

The Illusion of Opposites – A Story

As it arrived at the gathering
Death appeared to mock Life, taunting it
With an arrogance, a leering smile and a brash dismissal,

Shrouded in black, faceless and anonymous.
“We are locked in eternal embrace,” grinned death,
“And I always win. I take them all, I take everything eventually.”
“Ah,’ said Life, Sweet Death, always thinking in opposites.”
“What is it you win, exactly?”

You do not understand, obsessed as you are by transitions and crossings. You see a part of the picture and think it is the whole picture. I see the whole picture and embrace everything inside it. The coming and going, the movement towards and the movement away, the struggle and the ease, the peaceful acceptance and the angry struggle, and the longing for immortality. Nothing is separate from the whole. There is only one thing, sweet death, and you, and I , and everything that ever has been and ever will be, is it. You may imagine me as your enemy, but I love your delusion as a mother loves her unruly baby.”

They left the gathering together.

Everything is Connected

All things that exist
Are connected to each other
In ways we cannot see or know

And subtle waves
That run through existence
Carry messages from everything
To everything else

If you pull on one piece
Of this mesmeric tapestry
The effect nearby will be great
And further away
It will become less and less obvious

And equally, we imagine ourselves separate
From each other
But we are connected in the same way
Each of us affecting the rest
Like an enormous family

If only we could understand this one thing
We may be able to restore some sanity
To humanity

Alas, I fear the worst,
That this simple understanding
Is out of reach
For most
And we must blunder on in our self deception
And suffering.

throw away the coat of falseness

there is something that animates us
some mysterious force
that drives us all
yet we pay it scant regard
as we rush here and there
in our importance
we are like skaters on ice
oblivious to the darkness
that lies below our feet

but without touching your essence
without knowing, and i mean directly through experience,
what lies deeper down
there can be no true wisdom
wisdom is depth articulated
and depth is where essence is touched

i played the game of the superficial ones
for a time
but i failed
i nearly suffocated
and died of tedium
for time wasted
on triviality

instead i walked into the air
stepped into the fire
tore myself to pieces
drowned in the ocean
left everything behind
wept, screamed, danced wildly
kept silent for days
and threw away the coat of falseness

and arrived at essence
now there is only this walking essence-ness

friend, you are here such a short time
never here again in this body, with this mind
don’t waste it on things that don’t serve your
beautiful radiance

turn towards the sun
and surrender to the force..

journey of journeys

you must go to the mountain top
or the cave
alone – if you seek to awaken –
without any friends or loved ones
when you return everyone will be your friend
and no one will be
as you leave for
your journey of journeys
take a look around
and you will not see the beloved anywhere
yet upon your return
the beloved is all you will see

god, love, truth, the beloved,
whatever you want to call the divine,
is always here
but we pretend to hide
like naughty children
hiding in the closet
from mum and dad

who are we kidding?

everything is borrowed

there are two qualities to being human
one is temporary and fleeting, the world of form
the other is formless and without limit
we arrive, as if unbidden, from this formlessness
and we dwell here for a while
with borrowed body,
thought and life
and at some point
written by some divine intelligence
we must give everything back
and return to the formless realm
merged with everything and nothing

you don’t own anything
it’s all borrowed
and temporary

and none of our grasping or clutching
praying or pleading
demanding or pretending
changes the raw truth

better to live
in unguarded awareness
and undivided acceptance
of the way of things
than behind a veil of falsehood.

The Gates of Wisdom

To fully live
You must shed every false notion
Of what love is

We were all taught about love
And matters of wisdom
By those who didn’t understand
The nature of reality
Except for those rare beings
Who had become conscious

That is not to belittle the fine work
Our parents and ancestors did
With what they were given
By their ancestors before them
In fact the opposite, we are honoring
Their great fortitude
In unenlightened times

But we are in a different world now
And our access to the deepest wisdom
Of what is truth and love
And what is illusion
Is upon us

And that means
We must go through a great unlearning
And unravelling

Until we come to
The Gates of Wisdom
And we must walk through those gates


this world cannot define you

seek yourself, not in definitions,
not in thought or form
nor in all that you do
no matter how good or famous
or useless and terrible
you think you are


seek yourself
in the emptiness between things
in the gaps
in the silence
seek yourself in that which
is behind all this

nothing this world offers you
will ever define you
for you are that
which is beyond definition
you are the magnificence that exists
before all this manifests

we forget and become hypnotized
by this world
but one day you will have to let it all go
and return to the silence

and i say do it now
return now and remember
your own true radiant nature

welcome yourself home
and celebrate in humble jubilation and great relief.