arrogance

Love would become a chore,
a stale activity,
a frozen emotion,
routinized delight when convinced all has been discovered,
yet my beloved is without end,
such arrogance–
i forget the source of joy.

For a long time consistency beguiles unto a sense of static,
the little changes noticed less,
and the big to dos overshadow–
all the while underneath transformation continues,
would continue until imagined regularity bursts.

This story of the grind,
the downtrodden slavery,
a great mass hallucination,
and though comforting,
with brave attention to a silent moment,
the prison collapses in the sunshine–
life a rejuvenation,
love a transformation,
my self a glow in unification.

suspended evolution

I wait to go home,
waiting for my holding pattern to end,
and endless seems this limbo–
apparently self-inflicted suspension.

I’m in the great abyss,
having leaped long ago,
wherein i float simply in suspension,
and within divine infinity,
myself a particle finite,
i meet beloved’s holy equation–
the one as one naught one.

A suspended disbelief,
belief thrown far away,
with suspended dark expression,
the process of purification,
so i labour in my holding pattern,
preparing for release,
the eventual conclusion–
inevitable evolution.

it keeps happening

The wrong place keeps happening,
wrong events keep happening,
and wrongly i understand the righteous path–
a dangerous lament.

My love keeps happening,
devotion keeps happening,
so refrains my drunken heart,
so sings the lover’s bliss–
an ecstasy immanent.

Whatever it is keeps happening,
my accepting embrace keeps happening,
and this expansion is a righteous path–
a graceful intent.

watch, listen, feel

I watch where i am,
how odd and unfamiliar,
how mismatched with my ideals,
and i go on my sadhana,
only with love can i bear the weight of paradox.

I listen to my voice,
it cries and mewls of dissatisfaction,
and i practice patience and compassion,
stepping away from judgment–
i learn to hear with divine ears,
with grace my voice is sweet.

I feel every itch,
the pain of body decay,
and i sit in meditation,
with love every sting a wakeup call–
i am reminded to come back home:
watching, listening, and feeling,
a wish for the result of beloved’s love becoming my own for being.

one document

I document my heart with mind’s words,
heart speaks a language unknown to mind,
and with the voice lent,
with body’s cooperation,
some kind of expression gets transmitted–
this compression of experience,
this silent pointer,
a letter written unknown.

A paper trail leads back in time,
down and down i write into bondage for liberation’s sake,
and formless love takes imperfect form–
the one remains incomprehensible,
inscrutable,
wordless.

Poetry escapes my efforts to contain,
never imagining a single phrase,
and now i can’t stop,
this shaping falls from my fingers:
raindrops of heart musings,
storms of devotion–
one recording,
one poem,
one word,
beloved.

of hair

Out from my skin extends this fine thread,
a fine net to catch vibrations in the air,
and gently does it move in the light–
love tingles these extensions,
my heart strings grown out in apparent curl and lock.

Her fingers entwine within my beard,
long hours go by in grooming,
for conditioners are right to lend volume–
my love opinions my do.

Mind dries out my scalp with ease,
routine thought as deserted dusty sand,
while love sets aright snehana fending off dandruff,
so i tend to my antennae with great care–
beloved likes her lovers with nice hair.

without cleaning

How cruel can be the thoughtless tongue,
the justified put down,
and the defended dirty spew,
spraying sewage all around–
all launched in blindness,
hurtful impact unseen,
a blame game round and round

Without a daily cleaning,
without a centre in the house,
i would be lost in filthy maelstrom,
and spun in whirlwind turmoil,
triggered reactive here and there,
i would a menace participate–
no solution to the problem,
a hassle to myself.

A centre is my key,
the key to humbling pride,
pride the lord self-righteous justifier,
and love my central pillar,
my beloved pivot calm heart-sink–
from inside out i seek sanitary kind expression,
love the universal solvent.

sweet dreams

Sweet slumber calls me with delicious anticipation,
in dream i am released from hard egoist demand,
and she may reach me unfettered–
the drama unfolds with peculiar flair,
each element a special expression.

Sweet the holy imagery presented in the dark,
and helpful are these divine archetypal shades,
dreamy shadows dramatic and impressive–
loud synergy leaves a mark to wonder,
material for waking mind to ponder.

Sweetly my beloved comes to me in dream,
an aid to keep my focus fixed,
for in the arena of my sleeping heart,
mysterious and magic,
beloved dreams me love letters written iconographic.

false same ol’

Sometimes i seek something new,
thinking nothing new is going on,
and i am certain that i live the same ol’ same ol’–
i miss the novelty of the right now,
i miss the changes,
miss the alchemical growth and dissolution,
in arrogance i forget impermanence.

My false pride recalls only monotony,
false pride grips tight a bland imaginary control,
and false pride ignores right now to dwell in the past and worry the future.

Let me be refreshed with wonder,
give me direct perception of raw feed,
and let my filters falter–
may pride fail,
may truth pierce the nothing new,
may love embrace my heart’s dynamic.

fall forward

Sunlight plays on my face as i walk to work,
the air is cold,
with my every exhale a wisp of mist,
and still the sunlight is warm on my face–
a kiss of warmth arriving from heaven,
cosmic compassion for all,
the sun shines on everyone.

How big is the sky,
between me and the sun,
the great expanse,
and this great love,
omnipresence touching every breath.

I fall forward with every step,
my journey from birth to death,
attracted and pulled,
and this holy force gravity love,
a love connecting all and every–
the weighty feeling,
the universal grip of unity.