Heavy with love

See the blossom

see how it falls

through grace

in love with itself

There is no other

but this dance

that sings of itself

to find itself within me

Being rich with all that is

full and in love

heavy with it

Oh love be all that you are

make that soul dance

with your sweet taste on it’s tongue

you have brought me here to do

things one way only

the way of truth

The petal falls in the garden

of  knowledge

how beautiful it is!

how ripe!

there is no other

Glorious is your name

Oh God

I am one with you

you have sought me out

Oh love you have found me

in full rejoicement

we will celebrate for all of time

never alone

but singing for all eternity

your holiness

Sweet is thy fruit

heavy on the branch

return my friend

to find me

sitting in the garden

when one enters there is no return

and why would one want to

go anywhere else?

Where have you gone sweet heaven

seek me out

come find me behind the back door

in the garden

where I am waiting

Sing your song loud in my ears

like a rush

through me and in me

I shiver here

waiting for you

ponder this

part of you is lost
but the other part is found always
this is kind of funny
How can there be two of you?
please soul ponder this
because you are and have
always been
One

dear traveller

My dear traveller
your port is right here
and so is your land
if you look inside
and see what you have
come to be
you need not go
anywhere

Light

Light is not an outside phenomena
but an inside reality
when the shadows fall

this light so full...

the living waters dwell within

the heart 

where the sun shines of itself 

and lights up the manifestations 

to be seen

like a background that is everything 

and nothing 

it shines single and pure 

timeless 

as the original nature 

it shines present, living 

it does not move out of this 

way of beauty 

it does not move out of this way

of heart 

this light so full

is the unguent of grace 

it delivers healing light 

to the wounds of mental divisions 

it delivers salve made of light, love,

stillness, calm waters, shining heart 

shining singularity, shining presence,

shining love, shining non-duality

it delivers ointment made of that which 

is whole 

this ointment so pure 

gives a seeing that is not of the senses

a seeing that is clarity

to know all is one fullness and never 

divided as two 

it heals that which was never wounded 

it heals that which was never opened by doubt, 

fear, trepidation, loneliness, pride, vanity, confusion

of all sorts and ways

it heals that which was always healed

which is the thing not understood

for how it heals is, 

by taking the thought that something is wounded away

by taking the thought that something was harmed away

by taking the thought that something was injured away

by taking the thought that something was done to a body 

and mind away

by taking the thought that all that is seen is apart and outside away

by taking the thought that freedom is outside away

by taking the thought that freedom is won by a persona away

by taking the thought that freedom is a concept to be earned away

by taking the thought that freedom is accumulating wealth and status away

by taking the thought that freedom is gained as an object away

by taking the thought that freedom is gained by effort away

by taking the thought that freedom is perfecting oneself away

this ointment heals by removing thoughts 

for thoughts are what bring one to believe in the false
(or bring one to believe that the body and mind are who
and what you truly are)

this ointment of light heals in a way that is different than other 

types of healing 

it heals of grace and in grace and always, always forever grace 

truth

the mind is so used to gaining something by effort..
this is not truth...
truth cannot be *won* or *gained* in the way of  adding to
one's stock of good and bad..
and right and wrong within...
there are no checks and balances with it...
it is completely balanced already...

under your shelter, oh grace

this morning what was seen was a massive tree 

glorious in the morning light 

a glow of  golden light grew larger and larger underneath

it and coming thru it 

behind silhouettes of mountains dark and earthy

could be viewed 

the light beamed and looked like melting butter 

the glow grew larger and larger moving and changing 

shapes, so alive looking 

a form was seen walking towards the tree

and then stood under it viewing the lovely

display of networking of branches, leaves and tiny

buds of new life that grew from the solid structure 

the form sat down and is in meditation position

the leaves begin to fall like an artistry of colorful

green blowing in the wind and spiraling to the earth

there is pure silence around the scene 

the form is very still except for now and then looking up

at the light coming thru the branches making the leaves 

light up to a shade of delicate light green

a poem with this vision

fragrant as the meadow alive with scents 

and colorful beauty 

the world appears as a dream 

the one that comes to sit and be still 

in it's colorful wonder 

and listens to the rising and falling of 

sounds and manifestations of all sorts 

and listens to his thoughts that play about 

like mischievous waves on the ocean of 

life 

and hears them without wanting to alter them 

or personalize them 

and sees the transient nature of them 

and questions the identifications that bind 

one to believing that the body and mind are 

who and what you are 

that one can begin to travel deeper to the source 

little by little 

and 

earth, wind, fragrance of life 

pour out your honey into my cup 

and i will drink it as if it is my last 

opportunity to give myself to thee 

oh grace 

save this soul from desires that 

burn like a lantern that will not easily 

go out 

for i am one that is pure in wanting to know 

the real 

and i have sat here within your creations so 

heart achingly beautiful in the way of coming 

in color, style, fragrance, poetic verse of visual

delights that are transient in nature 

and i have lost myself to them to be happy

but i now am seated silent, holy, open to you

under the tree of your shelter that is a tapestry 

of living beauty that delights me so much 

i am not budging from this place in my 

heart until i find the source 

and die there to your blessings that rain 

their mercy on all