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.

The Wisdom of Emptiness

Let’s meet when the sun goes down
And sit quietly together
Forget the world for a while
And turn our attention
To the silence we are
There is a beauty that nourishes the soul
When we sit quietly together
It’s not found in the busy world
In the cafes or the shops
It’s not found in any of our doing
It is simply this, naked and free,
No need to speak
Or share knowledge
We can let the wisdom of emptiness
Say more than all this talking

The wise one sits to one side
Silently looking at the clouds
As they flow through the empty sky
He left the market long ago.

No Destination But Here

Who are we
Going nowhere
As fast as possible
What destination
Do we imagine
Lies ahead
That causes us
To hurtle forward
At the expense
Of living here and now

The truth is
It is our imagination itself
That dangles the carrot
In front of our donkey faces

I have looked into the future
And recognized it is there anyway
Whether I race towards it or not
In fact the most terrifying thing of all
Is that it’s like a an unstoppable tsunami

Time makes the future an inevitability
We are powerless to stop

And yet the deeper we go inside ourselves
We may find
That which is beyond time itself
Beyond imagination of future and past
And that is where we might, through grace,
Find some peace
In the timeless place within
In the silence and emptiness beyond form

There is no destination but here.