Up in the air
Unwinding
in the familiar place
that is new

Waiting
wondering
wanting to feel you in my arms

tell me you are thinking of me
the way I am thinking of you

tell me that I’m not alone
in this feeling of wondering
and wanting to be home

In this new delightful place
with you
in my arms

Coming around the southern tip of misty old Eire,
An amazing discovery over whelmed my heart.
Reaching over, I gently clasped your hand,
You squeezed mine back with warm reassurance
I sank down inside to the special place in my heart
Feeling a great knowing, knowing a great feeling,
With you, Together.
As we silently drove along, the magical Celtic road.

I’m just a swinging set of cock and balls

Looking for a place to hang my hat

I see how you see me
Crystal clear
Through the looking glass
Details, thoughts, words, feelings
Life simply flows
Here
In this place
Where we meet
Without judgment
Without walls
A coming together in awareness
A communion of beautiful souls
Igniting powerful presence
Realizing incredible goals

Raven feathers trailing behind her
She moves without a movie

She looks like she could be an illusion
But that isn’t the case

She is a place where dark is light
light is dark

Sharing a mystical world of seeing
not seeing

Telling stories that should be said
but aren’t spoken

Subtle differences seem small
galaxies thin

When we share a honeyed glance
Across the Milky Way
Across the table

Slicing the unknowable into subsections
Then gluing it back together with vivid imagination

Identity, separation and the non-dual
These are the specials of the day

Laid bare to be seen by the microscope of mutual viewpoint
Connected and sustained by an inner world so small
It could fall through the pores of your skin

Sing the song of sadness with a smile
Crooked tears run backwards into souls aching well

Say goodbye to the black bird
Flying alone in the night

Everyone seems to only want good things
Positive things
Sweetheart deals
Shopping bags filled with rich gifts
Second helpings served with silver spoons
More
Nicer
Newer
Faster
Bigger
Better

Good things are nice
Nice things are good

Accepting wholeness
Some parts aren’t easy
Some parts aren’t nice
Walk into fear at the beginning
Walk into fear at the end
Then there is a place for love to live
Then there is wholeness
Allowing life’s fullness to pass through
Unabated
Multi dimensions emerge and unfold
Bowing and retreating into infinite space

Families are diverse and alive with difference
Beauty and ugliness are sisters
Comfort and discomfort are married
Dark and light are brothers
Sweet and bitter are grandparents
The strongest medicine is often bitter
Without catalyst cement just doesn’t hold
Good wine is matured in cool cellars
Fine cheese is aged in humid caves
Great art comes from despair, longing and love
Beauty is everlasting
It springs from the well of all that there is

Denying the dark
Delays the inevitable
Imbalance can only result
Silently accumulating in dank corners
There are stockpiles of old bones
Lumps of coal in the bowels of old buildings
When there is a need to draw on deep reserves
Where is the light?
Where is the energy?
The freshness needed to feed and quench
It is downstairs where you left it waiting to be burned
Shovel the black rocks into the fire
While you sit on your pillow and meditate
Watch the flames dance
Watch the fire burn

Or are the reserves gone?
Consumed in a feeding frenzy
Stuffed with sweetness at the buffet of illusion
Decadent desert denial and delusion
Gluttonous and flabby bellies full of worms and fungus
Weak middle core lacking support
Back aching
Luxurious bedsores
Atrophied muscles too weak to lift limbs
Painfully stiff
Too weak to meet the day

Where is spiritual discipline now?
The nugget acquired in the moment
The one you thought was still in your silk lined pocket
It was left on the side of the road
While the party was driving by
Next to the wrappers, bottles and vines

There still is time
Now
To turn in again
And see what is already here

Refuse the limousine and walk in the dark
Into the fresh night air
Take comfort in alone-full-less-ness
Turn off the music and listen to nothing
Decline the invitation
Numb skulls
Chattering teeth
Words without meaning
Better to say nothing
Better to have the sky above as a home
Than the elegance of a soft velvet prison

Morning awakening fills the nostrils
The exquisite breath of freedom
Breathe deeply to the bottom of the lungs
Breathe it all in
Hold it for a few seconds
And then do it again
And again
Until you forget who you are
Lost between the inhale and exhale
Found only in the breathe

Warm bowl of rice in an earthen bowl
Grass mat on the monk’s dirt floor
The comfort of the soul is simple

Walk on rocks and then walk on water
Relax into the cold wind and warmth will overwhelm
Say what is left unsaid and you will be pleasantly surprised

How did they know how I feel about myself inside?
Was it that obvious?

The insecurities that I have acted out for so long,
There must have been a tip off somehow.
Could they have read my mind?
Was it a woman who told them?
Was it a drunken moment of despair?

This feeling of schizophrenia
The brand I wear on my sleeve

This doesn’t feel like a friendly place
I turn and there is scorn everywhere
I listen and all I hear is fury