Wednesday, September 25, 2013

This and That

That which looks like it will tear me apart,
- limb from limb -
That is exactly what ignites This fire.

Trying to stay safe,
Cocooned away from that,
Taking cover in ideas of happiness and perfection,
Wanting to love the safe darkness

This tears through the warm comfort
Of a mind that feels content
Retreating into hidden corners
Of not taking part

This sounds like a screaming banshee
Diving into the fires of self-destruct

My breath catches in my heart
That cleaves open the breast bone
Suffering set free to liberate the world
That love rips free this love

And all that is left is the hum
Of being in love with This and That

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Rooms of Love

The golden Sun radiates beyond
what is known and beyond the unknown;
The Presence comes quietly in the
darkness of the night.
Opens the door
and fills the rooms of love
illuminate the treasures that my heart holds.

The Secret

The Secret

The Mystery of the Heart is a secret.
Sometimes it is whispered to the moon,
or a crow.
My body holds the secret.
Never is it revealed to ears that cannot hear, or eyes that cannot see.
The secret of life is a mystery
only to be understood by the deepest self
It is the mystery that calls me;
It is the secret that takes me ever deeper
into the heart of love.
In my most vulnerable moments
I am totally free.
In my mystery I am most known.
In my deepest pain I am most whole.
In my aloneness
I am with it all
Living the mystery
is the greatest secret of all

Friday, March 8, 2013


I am the pigment of the paint
I am the stroke of the knife
I am the stretch of the canvas
That receives the paint
Like a Oliver's embrace
I am the seeing eye
Holding the vision
Giving birth to its form
I am the form birthing itself

In Bhakty