Teardrops resting in my eyelashes make stars of the candle flames
That dance before Krishna and Radah.
My heart melts like wax in their presence while
My soul longs for a love like theirs.
I search for the truth in him, I won’t give up, but it remains elusive
And hides behind his eyes.
So I wait and want, love and hurt and cry but
Still it hides.
It has not the courage to tell its story so it stays hidden from me in shame with
Lust its frequent disguise.
Are you in my book?
My book of stories and riddles.
Chapter after chapter of notes
And songs sung sideways.
Gongs chime in the twilight,
And history rewrites itself.
Clouds slide low and breezes
Stir the stars.
The stars flicker and swirl to the sideways songs and
Ring the gong with their dusty tails.
The chapters crumble in dry flakes
To the ground and fuel the cold fire of my soul.
Happiness lurks just out of reach
Behind woodpiles and hemlock trees.
Night winds turn the pages and
Frozen dew cracks the binding.
Are you in my book, love?
I want you to be.
Come, sit and sip with me,
The tea will warm our hands, the wine our hearts.
Hold my hands across the table,
Watch and feel my eyes melt into yours.
Your heart hears mine but you pull
Your sweater tight and muffle its cries.
Let it out, it only wants to share
Don’t be afraid,
It won’t leave you for me and mine
Won’t leave me for you, but
They will meet when
Our chests touch and
Their harmonic beauty will speak to us of peace and love and
Lull us to sleep
Among the tea mugs
And wine glasses.
Notes of soul,
Words of flesh,
The sound of time is
Love expressed.
Chants whisper to me
As their cords of light infuse my spirit.
The names of God swirl in silent eddies
And drain through the fibers of my heart
Where traces of love are
Caught and linger.
The universal love holds no space or time
It is all and nothing.
Come my love, hold my hand and
Sing with me the names of God in love and watch
Watch and be amazed as the magic unfolds again.
I want to touch your face and
Trace the bridge of your nose.
I want to run my fingers around your
Ears and eyebrows.
I want to outline your lips with my finger tips,
Those soft luscious lips.
Your songs sing in my heart,
And play in my head at daybreak.
But you are not impressed by my love.
You are unmoved by my soul.
And yet I persist, my heart leaves me no choice.
Maybe one day yours will open and let me in.
I want to take nothing away.
I want to soak in your soul,
Feel your breath mix with mine,
Hold your heart in my hands,
Run my finger tips over your body,
And sip the sweetness of your love and fill you with mine.
Would that be so bad?
The undisputable evidence of the creator
Surrounds me.
She is in the heart of every rain drop,
She is the voice of the thunder.
Her soft strong hand holds the sun in the sky,
And the birds on the wing.
All life is a manifestation of
Her will and beauty.
To deny her is to deny
My very existence and the existence of all that I love.
Her voice echoes in the wind and her love
Caresses my face with moonshine and starlight.
Only she knows the time of the seasons,
As she knows the passions of my heart.
Life without the acceptance of her presence
Is possible – but empty.
My practice of Buddhism, without her foundation, without her to seek in the
Stillness of mind,
Would become empty and shallow, self serving,
An interesting preoccupation only.
I see her in every flower, every mountain top,
Every smile.
She exists in all of creation, every part and particle,
Every quark and lepton, every neutrino and vibrating string.
They all bear her thoughts and are ruled, created and
Imbibed with her universal consciousness.
A consciousness that she freely and openly shares with each and every one of us,
All we have to do is seek and she will answer.
She is an endless thought, an endless love, all encompassing, and all knowing.
She holds all the possibilities of eternity in her thoughts and ideals.
The creator has become the creation. She resides in me and you.
Reach for her in the darkness and feel her light and hope,
Open your eyes and be awake to her presence, your heart will echo her joy forever
And you will never be alone again.
She will never disappoint you,
She knew you before you were born.
From my bedroom window
I watch the woodland change with the seasons.
On the corner of the house, a maple branch hugs the windowsill
Its leaves framing my view of the forest.
How can I explain the secret life of leaves I observe from my window and the
Magical growth that takes place in silence unseen?
I can think of no words to use, so instead I just watch, I watch the breeze
ruffle the leaves and the branches move together in the wind like fans made of feathers.
And then the rain comes and I watch the drops play the
Leaves like keys on a piano.
I am content with my role as watcher and marvel at the strength and skill the trees employ when they interlock their arms to form an impenetrable force of gentle power in silence.
These graceful tree spirits are woven together by the hand of God to create
The framework of the forest.
They surround my home and speak to my soul and
My heart hears their thoughts and hopes,
And I realize and know that they are
Not so different from me.
I understand and accept that we share this planet and are
Children of the One in all our varied forms
All connected,
All equal in the eyes of our creator.
And the peace and stillness of the wood
pervades my soul and feeds my spirit and makes me one with those who stand outside looking in.
Uncommon fair time again
All natural and good
Wholesomeness is its hallmark
Break
I expect so little now
Is it still to much?
Let go, watch me fall apart
Break
The birds are very busy
They sense it is here
Frost on the field this morning
Break
The humming birds are now gone
No one saw them leave
They slipped away in the night
Summer has finished its time
Autumn takes over
Silent leaf fall muffles change
Pretend it doesn’t matter
Stop expecting more
Avoid the disappointment
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