Dissolved Into Silence, He Truly Lives

I cannot contain my life within my life
All sense of myself
As a separate person has gone

And I have become everyone
And all things of creation
I am you, him, her, child and dying person
I am the sun and moon, the stars and heavens
Fish, dog and ant
I see the beetle scurrying across my path
And I am that beetle scurrying to the other side
I am all feelings and no feelings
Nothing seems to be mine
And everything is borrowed
I am dreamer dreaming
And the dream
All life appears to emanate from me
Yet I have gone
Nothing separate to call myself

A love, yes
A kind of reverie of love
A tasting of time’s fleeting moments
Everything here and then vanished

Only presence remains
In silence everything manifests
In silence everything dissolves
What, then, is real.

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Relate From Silence

Each day we are invited
In every encounter we have
In all interactions, transactions and negotiations
And even the confrontations
We are being silently invited
Deeper, beyond the brittle self
Deeper, into a more intimate way
Deeper, into a true communion
But fear, rigidity and ignorance of the way
Prevents all but the few
Being fully present in these times

Here is the thing
If you can’t relate from silence
If your world is full of noise
You are not really alive
Not really living

Meet me in this silent presence
We will speak no words
When we greet each other
And our silence will say more
Than all meaningless chatter
That occupies the mind
But avoids the heart.

Trust Only Silence

Trust only the silence
Out of which everything arises
All this talk about the fire
Does nothing to keep us warm
Only the fire itself can do that

We can talk and talk
About awakening
We can understand the world
And ourselves
Intellectually and philosophically

But only when we fall into the deepest silence
Will we know what anything really is

Let the talking stop now
Aren’t you tired of all the words.

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The Heart of Everything

First find what love is
Then serve it

The love I speak of
Has nothing to do with things
No objects and no people

The love I speak of
Is the ground of being
The essence of all form
You could call it
The heart of everything
Silence, emptiness, beingness

Falling into love’s truth
Is grace, acceptance and forgiveness,
Not as actions
But as the natural state

So then to serve that love
Is to serve reality
To serve truth
No matter what is found
Or experienced

This is the most profound realization.

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Beauty Is Always Here

There is beauty here
When we slow down
When we drop the drama
Long enough to really see

It is not that beauty appears
For it is always here
It is us who suddenly see
Because we drop into awareness

This awareness is available always
But the incessant self is always active
Always doing, busying itself
Poking into reality

So beauty is always here
And awareness is always here
What then is the problem?

We are not always here
We are so distracted
Dragged by the past
Projected into the future
We miss what is ever present
And that is the most important part

There is an opening
Always an opening, a doorway
To beauty,
Just pay attention
From silence
And be still, not just in body
But in beingness
And watch mental activity
Without attachment
As though it were chattering birds
Pay no mind
To mind

And there it is, as it was, as it will be,
Always here.

Let Love Meet Itself

I have given up living on the surface
Accepted that I am no longer able
To speak in the old way
All it is now is poetry and beauty
My talk quickly turns to love
And I get frustrated listening
To words of avoidance
And self deception

A word to the wise
If we should meet
You and I
Let it be like this
Two silences
Love meeting love
Emptiness to itself
Let our presence
Say it all
And our mouths
Say nothing.