A New Landlord

When love moved in
And took up permanent residence
It caused a lot of trouble
It told all the old dwellers to move out
Fear, regret, grievance
Self hate, even shame and intolerance
Were given notice
Of course they fought for a while
And hung on for dear life
But eventually they had to admit
The new landlord was ruthless
And set new standards
Love cleaned up the whole house
Threw out all the old and unwanted stuff
At first it was strangely quiet
And I almost missed the old inhabitants
With their crazy ways
But I soon got used to it
And it became quite ordinary.

And then truth moved in…..

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in your eyes

in your eyes
a hundred thousand stars
illuminate the night sky
the universe swings
back and forth
and time drips
moment by divine moment
into form
when i look in your eyes
i see the whole of eternity
awake and alive
i see magnificence
a miracle
i see all life
looking back at me
grief, sadness, heartbreak
joy, beauty and hope
and i see death’s mantle
that brings an urgency
to every action
in your eyes
i see a window
to myself
and to all beings
sometimes i fall
into those jewels
and let myself go
completely.
oh sweet joy.

 

 

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?

The Ebb and Flow of My Life

A short post from my extraordinary wife, author and teacher. I bow down to her tenderness, and the way she has embraced her brokenness and transformed it into great blessing and wisdom.
She is quite something, and our love is the defining thing of my life..It was worth coming to this existence for such a thing..

AMODA'S BLOG

For many years, the tide ebbed in my life. The journey was inwards and inwards, in order to discover and rest in that which is deeper and more enduring than the brokenness of this human story.

It took a long time, and a never-ending well of tender patience. I had to be beaten into humility and non-attachment. I had to be forged in the fire of un-doing and un-knowing.

This journey took me into such a silence within, such an innocent way of seeing life, and the “such-ness” of everything became primary.

And now, the tide is flowing. And still there is tenderness, there is silence, and there is not-knowing. But there is an impulse to move outwards, to give every molecule of this human-ness to the world.

Who knows how long this will last? Inevitably, the tide turns inwards again. But “now” is all that can be experienced and…

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The Time World

We are bound by invisible chains
We call them seconds, minutes, hours, days and years
We arrived here from a timeless dimension
Innocent and naive
And destined for departure from the time world
Our pristine brilliance
Of no body, no self, no thing
Became corrupted
By our senses
And the veil came down upon us
All we know is time
It has us completely enslaved
Our very thinking is based on it
Everything and everyone is trapped
Like prisoners in time itself
With death the only escape
And each of us meets time
At the end he shakes our hand, kisses our cheek
And ushers us away

Only the master, the awakened one
The wise sage
Can see the illusion
And yet we live in the days
When many are beginning to see the light
All our eyes are opening
To something new and unseen
For many the illusion is too great
And the attachment too strong
They clutch and grab for power
Desparate to cling hold of that
Which is crumbling to dust
Before their very eyes

Don’t be fooled by time my brother and sister
Don’t be conned by your own perception
There is something vast everywhere
Inside and outside
It is here now, in this micro moment
At the edge of your senses
Through the door of the unknown

To be in this world
But not of it
To know it as a dream
But to live it fully anyway
To cherish each fleeting moment
But to stand outside time
This is wisdom
And unconditional love

Time is real…..but not that real.

 

untether and run free

the heart, weary of being tamed
longs for the freedom of the wild
running here and there
wherever love may lead
untethered like a wild mustang

but the tethered mind
says no
‘later,’ it says
‘first we must attend to business
and seek safety.’

ah! so many souls
caught betwixt and between
pulled incessantly one way
and dragged back the other

i say
the mind offers so much
yet cannot deliver freedom
don’t be deceived
by it’s fine words and confident display

go where the wild winds blow
and find safety beyond mind
untether and run for the hills
let the wind make you crazy
until freedom becomes you

only then can you return to the city.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

From me here in Sausalito, California, to you wherever you are, may you be well, joyous and uplifted in 2018, and fly into your truth more and more.

The world needs your freedom.

Thank you for liking and reading my poems over this year, I truly appreciate all the comments interest, I still find it surprising to be doing this, but it definitely feels right for me.

With great respect and love.

Kavi

 

two faces

i have seen the face of love
and i have seen the face of fear

i have felt the liberating power of love
and the contraction and tightness of fear

i have stood naked and vulnerable
as love’s breath filled me
and nearly killed me

and i have stood still, trembling,
as fear occupied my body
with it’s dread
and it’s convincing words
whispered and screamed
in increasing urgency

only one of those faces
has any kindness

and although both of them burn
only one of those fires
can transform
sorrow to joy

fear is ego’s demonic face
and love’s arch enemy
for it knows in the face of love it will wither and perish
so it spins and twists and cavorts, writhes and cheats and screams
to stay alive and in control

love does not care, it is too busy blazing a trail
like a star across the night sky.

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when grace arrived

grace, as my wife once said,
is the absence of resistance
i loved that description so much
and became devoted to the task
of finding that grace
to the point where i stopped
fighting and arguing with life
i put down my arms
and ended the war

and what happened was astonishing
i lost nothing, i didn’t fall apart
or become less of a human being
in fact the opposite
i gained everything
i gained the world
i became whole
and a full human being
all the world became my lover
and a great intimacy arose in me
this intimacy you feel as you read these words
this honest openness came
when i put down my weapons
of mass destruction

and grace arrived

this world is unfathomable
and, if you can just stop struggling
and fighting with it,
will show you its beauty
even in the smallest of things.

 

the greatest equality of all

i am a weary traveller
broken by the waves’
relentless pounding
the tumult of the ocean
that threatens to engulf
everything

i stand on deck
alone in existence
hands on the wheel
desperate for control
but looking out
through fearful eyes
at the storm that rages

i am broken
yet still i stand
clutching the wheel
not yet ready
to be swallowed up
and taken by the inevitable

lashed again and again
no land in sight
no sign of calm
just this eternal writhing
of the sea monster
with wild head and eyes
terrifying and inviting

i awaken, cold and hot
chilled to the bone
by life’s horror and beauty

we live in paradox
knowing our fate
and our predicament
yet living as though
that fate belonged to someone else
and we have been spared

oh! grand delusion
no-one is spared
this is the greatest equality of all.

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
EMPTY.