we sat

we went to the  valley to sit for a while
among the earth song of love, full of the scent of life
we sat there in this lovely air that makes one breathe truth only
and when the day was done we still sat
and waited for the stars to glow and twinkle
each one made uniquely beautiful and with the same touch of life
a creation that does not come from calculating and planning it to be a certain way
and have a certain outcome and give pleasure to only a few
but a hand that commands all things to be the way they are
without a even a trace of personhood
these stars shine so full and free
as all of life does when the mind is done with it's games and devices
and way of traveling here and there
and everywhere in between
then life is seen as it is
as grace has made it to be
with one glow of love

we went to the mountains, we did my friend
and sat quietly there among the snow capped beauty
that springs up from the ground silent and majestic
these heavenly hills have nothing to say but speak so well indeed
of strength, life, fortitude, solidity, earth risen up to make beauty of rock
living as a picture of art that one has to say inside,
how is this done so well and perfectly?
the air so cooling, the world so silent
and there we did not speak either,
but simply sat here to be taken in by this heavenly view

ah, the maker of the earth what a hand indeed
tilling the soil with  the weaving of light and freedom so living
the seeds, the blooming things above, the rocks, the trees, the hills,
the wind
all coming into alignment every moment with what is truly natural for all
here there is no mistake that God lives and comes from mystery
here there is no mistake that every living thing sings of this love
oh world sit quiet a moment and do not move from this love so real
sit in your heart for a minute and take in what is here now
as all things are here
to be in this love so true and not away in mind
and gathering of thoughts and plans
and this against that
how burdensome this is to the mind and heart
how unholy and divisive
we cannot know truly what is right unless we have clear path thru to see
what is not right and in alignment with God
we have only to take the time to sit awhile and be with what is here
oh world how simple this way
how complex and hard the other

voice of the heart

the voice of the heart
like a song that cannot be understood by mind
a voice like something of another way that is not scented with
the personal way of me and mine
a voice that comes from the secret place of the mystics who are not
like what you feel they are
something that is in a place different than everything else
but are in a place that is the same as all else
as life sits in the yoni or the shakti heart it vibrates that way
outward in waves of heart, life, song of undivided one
with this heart song of life
a mystic is taken in to be washed clean of dross
this my friend is not a little thing at all or meant to say he is in bliss always
like something that is felt maybe to some
or in a way of constant freedom
he is burnt like all saints burn if you have read their stories
they are in great pain of austereness,
which really means extreme kinds of experiences in which they have no escape
but to surrender to the heart
as there is no other savior but the heart

a mystic is not one that is casual about searching
though he/she may play out a certain way on the outside
that may seem not in alignment with what is truly taking place inside
or just be ordinary seeming or not
what is taking place inside is a burning so severe
as to make one beg for mercy on the knees
and pray and pray and pray and keep on no matter the cost and pain
and burden and overwhelming phenomena

i have spoken of this mysticism today
i cannot speak of the way that is casual to a one
or has the luxury to not be fully
engaged in this journey for this kind of playing out in a soul is completely left to karma
or the playing out of lifetimes of being on the path
and having a heart that is set on this road to be purified

this is all to say for now my dear
you will know it when you are in it
it cannot be spoken about easily with anybody
it is spoken of little if at all
it is spoken of weakly when put out to others if at all
it is spoken of minus the feeling of truly being there
as all experience must be lived by that one that goes thru it
and cannot be conveyed to one fully if that one has not experienced it
and only god can know what is to be done and when and all of that
for in our way we can only be sincere inside and keep open to the life that is here
and keep walking with love, light and heart