Sitting in the Heart

Sitting in the heart
of the Divine Mother
A ring of fire surrounds Her
dancing body
Blood from Her skull cup
drips down Her chin
She drinks my fear, my desire,
my ignorance
Sublime peace radiates
through Her
through me
conquering all anger and hate
With Her curved knife
She tears me open,
raw and vulnerable
exposed
All delusions of separativity dissolve
as I am lost and found
over and over
in Love

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Tears of Love

Into this pain,
I take the pain of all others.
Into this sorrow,
I take the sorrow of all others.

With tears of love
I let this pain and sorrow
burn through every dark corner,
illuminating every shadow.

My heart cracks
as anger and hate
attempt to swallow the pain and sorrow.
Into this anger,
I take the anger of all others.
Into this hate,
I take the hate of all others.

With tears of love
I let this anger and hate
burn through every inch of my being.
The flames reduce me to ash.
My strength crumples.

I wail for God.

Behind my wet glassy eyes
She is there
as always
radiating Joy
laughing as I cry
showing me we and all others
are One.

She blows away the ashes.
My heart mended with gold
transmutes
the hate,
the anger,
the sorrow,
the pain
into pure and perfect Peace.

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Tantrika

O, to be a pratyeka-buddha
Dissolved in private nirvana
At peace as an eternal student of the Buddha
But I know this Enlightenment
is not mine.

I see the endless game of samsara
How could I ignore the cries
of those who suffer from delusion?

Jumping in with both feet,
This tantrika sings the hymns
Illuminating the illusion
For those with eyes to see.

Although the body experiences
pleasure and pain
and the cascade of thoughts,
the Mind rests in Light,
ever perfect, shining bright.

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New Year’s Tantric Dance

Hot and cold. Tired and Awake. Weak and Strong.
Past, present, future and the Eternal Moment.
This is the reconciliation of opposites.

I am a rainbow of infinite awareness
stretching out in and as all the worlds.
I am the mind focusing on and experiencing
God and soul.
I am you. I am me.
I am everyone. I am no one.

I hear the screams of carrots ripped from
their cozy earthen beds.
I hear the belly of the body
rumble with hunger.
Everything eats.
Yet no one is eating.

The pain of being finite
Leads to the ecstasy of infinity
If we let go of Me
Then the dance
Guides the dancer
Now Free.

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Peace Within

Abandon ill-will and hate
Abandon envy and greed
Abandon anger and sorrow
Abandon ignorance and delusion
Abandon all these like a sinking ship
For that’s what they are
Bloated with self-importance
They will drag you down to
the depths of suffering.

Cultivate Gratitude and Loving-Kindness
Be neither attracted nor repulsed
And rest in equanimity
Develop altruistic joy and compassion
Move beyond pleasure and pain
And discover Peace within

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What Are You?

Wind, Earth, Water of the rivers and sea
Fire of the sun and stars
All contained within Me.

Spirit animating Life yearning to be free
The stillness of Death
All contained within Me.

Infinite space, Nothingness, Limitless Consciousness
Emptiness is key
The perfection beyond feeling and perception
All contained within Me.

Awareness reaching into darkest shadows
Stretching into realms of pure Light
Identity falls away …

No separation. No unity.
SatChitAnanda
Truth – Consciousness – Bliss
Only Love
Expressing Itself
All contained within Me.

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3 Short Poems

Rain Storm

Rain dowses the earth
The ground is unsettledmistymountain
Quakes, floods, mudslides
Disrupt the routine of human life
Mother is clearing away the stale energy
Wind tears through blockages
Leaving us and the trees bare

 

Loss

A friend fell over in the mud
He was long dead but stood like a sculpture
Branches framing the driveway for years
The dried wood cut and carried away
All that remains is a hole
Surrounded by petunias

 

The Endless Question

The endless question
The only question
What is Dharma?
Or, put another way:
Who is asking questions?

Awareness aware of Awareness
Playing with consciousness and perception
Feeling all there is,
All at once.
Stretching infinity into infinity
Yet within this tiny form
Of bone and blood and skin
Muscles pulsating with each breath
Existence breathes.

 

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DoorToEnlightenment    RainHaiku

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Desert Flowers 3/8/2015

Color erupts on the desert floor
Yellow, purple, white framed by green
The winter rain washed it all clean
Fragrance from delicate blossoms
Paints the air – sweet
Strangers meet behind camera eyes
Capturing a moment of Spring’s glory

 

DesertFlowers3-3_8_2015On the march, fuzzy coats
Supported by tiny feet
Hungry mouths moving to their own beat
Swarming like flies, thousands of tiny caterpillar eyes
Moved across the sand
Devouring every plant standing
Beneath the blue sky
Reminding us all must eat and die

 

During our brief time under the sun
Why not shine and have some fun
The flowers stand bright and tall
Despite the unavoidable fall
From age or caterpillar bite
One never really has in sight
What will take us in the end

We can live in fear of what’s to comeDesertFlowers2-3_8_2015
Or rage in anger, cry in despair,
Screaming it’s unfair
Fall into denial, pretending
Death won’t find us

We hunt for ways to buy more time
Dreading the clock’s incessant chime
This transient world of death and life
Seems to be filled only with strife
Flowers struggle to grow and bloom
Only to suffer caterpillar doom
Some blossoms will survive
The marching hoard and die wilted
Giving seed to next year’s revive
An endless cycle of changing form
Beautiful and terrifying like a storm

Within yet beyond, a way out
There is no need to shout or scream
This is all just a dream
Dreamt by no one nowhere

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