On this plane,

Form is taken

For reality,

Reality for form.

In God…

How is this possible!

Every moment

We contain

The uncontainable…

Press up against me

Offer us release

Everywhere You

Touch me, there

A boundary awaits—

Deliverance…

I live

Between dreams,

Knowing myself

In the soft

Of a feather,

The crunch

Of a drying

Leaf…

I care not

If I'm a thousand

Steps away

From stepping

Through this

Holy door -

My broken heart…

At a loss for words

When we contain

Everything,

Living itself is

Revelation –

The ancients knew

A space that opens

Between us, to which

Like branches

Material laws bend…

Back to the start -

The shimmering light

Of my own aloneness…

On the edge

Of life and death

There’s something

Beyond both

That opens…

Seeds don’t grow

They merely wait

On ripening trees,

Drying in the husks

Of grasses

Open eyed,

Innocent disciples of

Mother mystery.

Given to opinions

You lose yourself.

Given to beliefs

True stability

Is overlooked...

There’s a way

Of falling in love

With that tension

In the heart…

What could turn
My words
To embers
Before they
Reach your
Hearth.

Last night
A dream
In the Himalayas.
A monk standing
Next to me…

The quality
Of attention
Precise, full
Unwavering

Meet the edge Of what troubles
You most…

Somehow & All the sudden
I am entirely human…

My desperation
Is a bottomless well…

The soul tasting and touching
Transforms darkness into gold…

Your work has come to an end,
Your life has just begun…