The Great Migration

The great migration is happening

In earnest now,
As if some grand invisible invitation
Has been issued.

And they are returning home
By the thousands

From the east and west,
The north and south,
From cliff and cave
And all the hidden places,
These utterly unique aspects of Being-ness.

There is no force equal to this Call
As Love reclaims Itself

In all of it's many disguises,

Leaving nothing to the imagination.

Om shanti shanti shanti.

Oceanic Invitation

Let the sand house dissolve.

It has been falling down around your feet

Ever since you can remember.

How much longer will you keep trying to hold it up,

While the whole Ocean beckons?

Dearly Beloved

Dearly Beloved,

You have been hiding under the covers

Thinking there is no way 

To engage

With the world

As it is,

As you are.

This game of hide and seek

Has gotten old,

With intermittent revelations 

Of Light

Followed by waves of

Doubt, dread and depression.

Its a zigzag path

When reading the tea leaves, 

And looking for a sign 

That you have finally made it.

My Friend,

It is time.

Come put on your dancing shoes.

The secret of secrets

Is being revealed!

The Way is open now.

In every now.

And there is nothing to prove.

Nothing to earn.

You have never (ever) been separate.

This is not a trick

Or a concept.

This is your Self

Asking you to relax

And let the trance be broken,

To reveal what has always been True,

What has always been Here…

This that you Are now.

Going Home

Like the caterpillar,

We enter the Cocoon

Of the Great Mystery,

Knowing we will not survive it.

Even so, we cannot help ourselves.

Love 
Has called us

Into the womb

Pregnant with possibility

That is death

to our caterpillar self.

Trusting the impulse

that called us Here

We surrender fully to the Darkness

Saying yes

to the Silent

Formlessness

That is now All That Is,

Never imagining

That one day

We will emerge with a different

Orientation

To everything,

Taking to the air

With breathtaking Majesty,

Following the impulse

that is now our compass;

This Love that sets us free.

  

The Placeless Place

This is the space
Between the in breath 
And the out breath,
Deep in the Heart of
The Beloved.

This is the place of un-knowing,
Of seeming isolation
And doubt.

This is the Mystery
Whose author is Love.
This is the pregnant
Liminal space
Where stars are born.

Birdsong

Agitation, doubt, confusion...

Fly in like birds,

Flocking all around me,

Calling my name.

I answer them in return,

"Come, Beloved.  
Come. 
Come and Dance."