Pointers

Everything

points

to

This.

Follow these words

back

to

their

Source.

Go Anywhere

Where can you go

that I am

not?

Is there a place where Space

is not?

Where sky is

not?

Where Now is 

not?

Even there

I am.

Homecoming

Spinning

effortlessly...

Humming

of bees...

Diving

straight

into the Heart

of the

Sun

The Visitor

Death
met me on the path today

and laid down in my arms;

it seemed so natural

as he reached up and

tore

this

reality

to shreds.

No Boundary

My lover says

see the mist rising from the lake

the liquid air

the translucent stillness?

You and I,

we are like that.

The Holy Breath

My Lover and I
are playing hide and seek.

Whenever I inhale,
he calls oh, so softly,
"Marco!"
I pause and savor his invitation.
Then exhale in in joyous abandon,
"Polo!"

Back and forth we go.

Neither is ever
further away than the next
breath.

A New Dawn

The time for grieving is over.
Turn.
Turn toward the One
who has been waiting;
the Bridegroom who lives inside
the inside of
everything
you imagined to be nothing, to be something
other.

Turn back;
drop in.
Let the gravity of This
pull you toward your Heart's desire.

No more sack cloth and ashes.
Rise up from the grave
on wings fashioned by the
Sun Itself!

Turn, turn Great Bird.
The time for Homecoming is
Now.