There is a state of mind –
a state of being in which,
at certain times, one arrives.
A state in which there is a loosening
and an expansion of consciousness.
Where one is neither asleep, dreaming nor, awake.
It brings a certain presence with it,
a witnessing of all experience and phenomena.
Past, present, future.
All that there ever is,
all that there ever was,
all that there ever will be.
In this state of reverie,
one may float in blissful awareness
whilst all that was once hidden
comes out to play.
Oh to be a tree
Observing and grounded
To sway with capricious winds
Yielding to uncertain weather
Rooted firmly in Mother Earth
To sense only the changing elements
And the slow turn of passing seasons
Equanimous under a trillion night stars
Bearing witness to passing creatures
Human beings and their monkey minds
Creating havoc and suffering
Whilst the trees practice contentment
Take a leaf from the book of tree
The wisdom of sublime existence
How many colours has my soul?
Which one is the strongest? Which one is the weakest?
Which one is the wicked?
Which one has the power to drag your soul into a journey that will challenge you?
Are you the wicked one? What colours are you?
Who is the one now reading intent into my words? Making assumptions?
Uttering righteous comments – making subjective judgements?
Which, like a medieval sword challenges my heart, confronts my soul?
Whilst others choose to use my words like a knife with two blades
Do my words have the power to awake a dormant flower under the ice?
Like a pale ray of sun breaking the heavy clouds in the mist of winter?
Is it poetry of the soul? Are they words from the divine?
Are they words that can say more than words can say?
Words that seek to describe that which is indescribable?
The ineffable, indefinable, transcendental, courageous, infinite.
These words of soul’s connection, soul’s expression of the divine
The devil’s trumpeting or, the angel’s sweet melodious intonations
Are you brave enough to receive them?
Something has burst
in my heart
it erupts forth
of my breasts
pooling at my navel
overflowing my belly
an oozing molten lava
an enchanted forest
into the dark
I was born searching for my star and was offered this galaxy
It was almost too much to cope with at times
And me, just the tiniest speck amid this vast gathering
Way too minute to register on the universal radar
Insignificant but, breathing all the same
My steady lup dup heart mimicking the pulsing of distant unknown stars
Protons, electrons and neutrons circling each other
Repelling, attracting, pinging
All vying in a game of one-upmanship
Different formula, same dance moves
conjuring up the next spontaneous combustion
A big bang
A tiny pop
An apocalypse perhaps
Every now and then an unexpected turbulence or, a devastation
Perhaps a sixth dimension intervention
Exquisite, ephemeral, eternal, ineffable
I was born searching for my star
Was offered this galaxy
And ended up with an infinite universe
I am only satisfied when it burns cold
When the brittle edge of the chill
Kisses heat’s searing mouth
To the west, to the east, the north and south
That’s where I’ll be
In that place where extremes merge
In a fusion of simmering electrifying ecstasy,
Gifts are laid at the feet of the Goddess
Atoms swirl and twirl with feverish delight
No place for the faint of heart or, non-believer
A stark towering cliff face rises from the icy inferno
To meet the lucid swell of a restless ocean
A withering clash – a writhing crash
Steaming vapour gushes into an endless azure sky
A moist cloudy plume pierces the great nothing
Black and red and black and orange
As charged coils of energy gaily bounce
from base to crown – into existence they pounce
Bursting with life, simmering with death
Glorious sight to behold, the intake of breath
Then a long slow exhale and all is transformed
In the blink of an eye, the calm and the storm
Where, in the midst I sit, content and replete
Amid splendour and ice, symphony and heat
Dependant arising, a spectator’s humble delight
I am the mountain, that cliff face, the dark and the light
Dwell in that place
Be cushioned, cocooned
At the heart, consumed
Vibrant and expansive
Glowing warmly as if
Light streams to the core
What is more
Beams reflect billions of particles
Floating – weightless
Indiscriminate – faceless
In that place
No effort, no body, no mind
Vibration of the kind
To quell the restless being
Peaceful and freeing
No gaping divide
Between in and outside
Hanging in this zone
With Buddha alone
My ocean swells at your touch
my tide flows blissfully
toward my enchanted wetlands
seeping through brush
trickling down crevices
pooling and accumulating
languidly filling to its tidal limit
fulfilled and sated
at the precipice of my environs
the subtle pull of the ebb
as sluicing, the smooth liquid streams
in suspended animation
glistening, ever onward, ever churning
to reunite with my vast sea
These ties that have bound us throughout the eons
The undemanding presence of silken strands billowing
in a gentle breeze In the eye of many storms
Along paths steep and wide
for the harnessing
Waiting for that moment in time
When the lessons have been learned
And conditions are most optimal
To make manifest this Magnificence
The sun beats its path
The sky wears its mask
Strewn with violets and pinks
Much time left to think
Of seasons long past
Of long ago dreams
Of loves meant to last
I’ve searched from afar
To remember that scene
When our hearts first met
But there’s no beginning or end
As it always has been