As you go about your journey

as you go about your journey

will you remember your true self always?

will you hold only the pure teachings that guide

and not the shadow of mental wandering?

will you keep in your heart a faith that all is well

and that all will right itself in time?

will you hold in your pack a piece of bread that

is to be eaten in joy as remembrance

of life so graciously given?

will you sing openly the hearts song

with love and praise to be here now

and be glad to have this opportunity

to find freedom?

will you let all life be free and not seek

to posses what was never yours?

will you stay steady within all life experience

and not run when the dark presses in?

will you love the earth the same as your body

and not think of yourself to be

this or that?

will you turn not away from suffering inside

and sit with it in equal mind?

will you be content amongst all circumstances

even when all is taken?

will you see beyond the outer expression

and into the heart that is true?

will you find your true home in nature

and not within four walls that hem in?

will you drop the mind of pride and greed

so a fresh reality can enter in?

will you walk the trails of love and light

and seek company that is good?

will you set nothing apart from you

so as to make it high or low?

will you contemplate the truth at dawn and dusk

so as to shed the covers?

will you live a way that is within beauty

but care not

if you are applauded or criticized?

will you live life so purely

and within the moment

that your past is completey forgotten?

will you be quiet now in this moment

and allow life to simply flow

as it is?

only goodness

measure your days by
what you let go of
and not by what you
gain
then you will be content
with very little
and not seeking more of
this or that
as a man does not come into
life with things
he does not know about
objects
but only feels love and goodness
that warms him
and pleases him well
and where does this goodness
come?
from God alone
and nowhere else
see, this is the most important
to be of goodwill and service
to God
and then forget all about
everything but his perfection
in which the heart opens
into and fills up with
yeah friend,
put your life into the search
and forget your little self
be still

heart pointings

what is true?
 - that which brings happiness to others

what is the right way?
 - that which follows God

what is the wrong way?
-that which is out of sync with the natural laws

what is whole?
-that which does not separate

what is to be done?
-efforts towards truth

what is to be said?
-words that aide humanity

what is freedom?
-no-mind

what is death?
-ignorance

what is beautiful?
-that which is holy and within grace

what is false?
-that which is transient

what is real?
-that which is unchanging

what is fear?
-that which hides


what is joy?
-that which is 0-ne

what is to be most cherished?
-company of the wise

what is to be most loved?
-Guru's pointings

what is to be most contemplated
-the scripture, Guru's pointings
and the transient nature of all things

what is grace?
-that which is not of the *me*

what is sorrow?
-separation from the pure

what is a friend?
-he who guides one towards the  good

what is an enemy?
-none

what is to be sought?
-your true nature

what is blind?
-ignorance (ego)

what is clear?
-the light of Guru and wise souls

if i could do these things

if i were the air
i would breathe life into the
dry parts of your garden
that have not been tended to

if i were formless
i would move thru all barriers
shed light on your false wanderings
and dry your flowing tears

if i were unchanging
i would sit outside your window
like a mountain
in steady beauty as the passing shadows
dance around
and the night sky dissolves
giving way to color and light

if i were a river
i would wander to your gate
wash into your door
and bring you to your true mother
the deep mysterious ocean heart

if i could fly
i would soar to the heights of space
perch on a branch and sing of the heart
so that you could hear it
when you sit on the porch in the evening
and have tea

if i were the wind
i would call at your window
my song of emptiness
with a howl and a shake
so that you are startled
and shaken out of your dream

if i were the flowers
i would waft my fragrance near you
when you walk by
sweet and warm in the night air
and for a moment
you would forget yourself
and sit on the big rock awhile
so welcoming
gazing out into the evening sky

if i were the path
i would beckon you
through your experience that brings sorrow
to come to me
and begin
and be a wanderer
a mystic
in search of truth
so that you could find happiness
and peace everlasting

these are just some of the things i would do
if i could
but i cannot
as i am not the doer
and do not move anything
this is the job of grace
come to know it
dear one
this is where the beauty is

what i have, you have also...

what i have
you have also
and it is as real as the light
that shines on a summer day
and as handsome as the prettiest dove
that sets herself on a branch in the moonlight
to sing of the wonders that are here and now

what i have
you have also
and it is made of sweet earth
and beautiful treasures
that lay in waiting
in the depths of the soul
like a candle eternally lit

what i have
you have also
and it is the most precious
God thing of the most high
and it is what has been given
to all
it is not something different than you
but it shines
when the masks have been laid down
and buried

what i have
you have also
and it rises when the dust
is cleared within
and all has been laid silent and bare
a beauty that the physical eye cannot behold
for it is only an instrument
but the light is real and glorious
and lives so light and present
as if a magic wand tapped it into reality

but this is not the way it is
it is just a way of saying
you are beauty
and this is sung
like a rainbow
across the heavens

hardly a single prayer

as the sadhu sits in the cave 

waiting for the moment 

to spark the heart on fire with silence 

oh world 

i sit like this in the heart of cave 

without covers 

oh god 

i lay down by the fire here 

and have hardly a single prayer left in me 

to say 

come to me dear light and give all you can 

to this silence that is forever here 

seek me out and lay your hands on me 

with love 

flower me with sweetness like the garden of 

joy that dances in the spring 

pray for me with all your heart like the monks, 

the munis, the sadhus and the nuns 

embrace me tender as the first love that finds 

its way into my breast 

and fills me with something new that brings

laughter and lightness

rain your mercy on me like shiva, kali, lakshmi

and buddha 

work with me to allow me to be your servant 

and then take me in lovingly as a mother would 

her child and relieve all suffering 

yes i have hardly a single prayer left to ask something 

of you

as i have found that stillness quiets all down and 

takes all away that came forward to be heard and felt 

so wearisome at times

yes, hardly a single prayer

as silence takes it all away 

and leaves something so much deeper 

richer and worthy of all the efforts

to come into it

within this garden...

last evening before sleep a vision appeared 

of a garden with blue flowers 

the hibiscus were blue, large and grew in abundance 

there was a bench where one could sit amongst the 

lovely creation of wonder that mother nature provides 

so gloriously

there, within this garden, that was filled with 

different flowers and greens and earth 

sweet with rich nourishment 

arose a small plastic bubble that floated in 

the air 

within this bubble, a butterfly fluttered with wings of
various shades of blue 

that were patterned in fine blacks as well 

and all the touches of light that shine within these creatures 

that capture our hearts so 

majestic it was (this butterfly), but held within captivity 

and then the bubble that held it, broke open and it

flew out within the freedom of the air 

it flew as if it had found itself finally and could allow 

that which it was inherently to live truly without containers 

or borders or boundaries and all the things that are structured 

as ways to keep light from truly flowing out fully and freely

and then, many plastic bubbles arose floating in the air 

then these containers opened up too and the butterflies flew in the garden 

and travelled beyond it as well 

into the sky 

into the space 

and dissolved as light 

so here is one of the visions that came to this mind's eye 

as they come more and then less 

and come whenever 

but are not so all consuming still

this is the journey here i 

am still within sadhana very much 

and there is still slowing and gaps to mind 

there is an all consuming light and stillness 

there is still mind risings and physical phenomena clearing 

and circling about 

but i am not pulling back from this desire to go on

and leave the mind to fall completely 

i know oh love 

that it feels to you so long when i speak 

it is long indeed this journey 

that abounds to open to those sincere ones 

it is indeed a path of mysterious play that leaves one 

without covers or concealments or anything to cling to that 

will save one except surrender, faith and trust in the heart 

that is God or pure consciousness 

there the mind can relax and leave the rest to be handled by 

the pure intelligent source 

this is what takes place off and on 

and there is also a way that this path wears down the separate persona 

but one must see the conditionings that cause the effect of maya and all that works there 

so strange and confusing when one is lost within it 

and not get pulled into that and lost there 

for there, nothing that is of lasting value can find itself to be as it is 

and shine for all humanity to feel 

as this is the main thing oh seeker and one that is devoted to light 

whether you are truly walking a path or simply living life 

you must know that there is nothing that is different than your own heart 

every face you meet on your journey is nothing but one self

everything is this beauty only 

for we cannot be something other than this 

forever 

forever 

only this light