The Field of Love

I am the Field

On which the gods and goddesses play;
The sacred temple of Light
Hidden in the deeps of the heart.

I am the Mother sending her emissaries of Love
Into the dense fog of forgetfulness
I am the Father, eternal sky,
Always present.

I am the cat in the tall grass…
And the dew on the grass…
And the mouse who innocently
goes about her business.

Come, enter the Temple of This.
There is nothing that is not Me.
Come,come and dance.

Sacred Vessel

Empty 
Yourself
Of yourself.
Open,
And let 
The
Universe
Fill
You.

Chanting the Mystery

Dark of night

Owl in the pine tree

Chants his seed mantra

Hu Hu Hu Hu Huuuuu

The Land of Dreams

After falling through the rabbit hole

Into the Land of Dreams

You say you want to return Home.

And immediately you begin to imagine

All the ways you could return.

You could...

Find those magical red dream shoes, 

Build a dream ladder,

Fly a dream plane,

Hop on on a dream rocket ship.

And if you do, you will have

No shortage of adventures,

All designed to keep you ever more enchanted

With the dream.

After falling through the rabbit hole

Into the Land of light and dark

Of war and peace, and endless becoming,

You say you want to go Home.

But I tell you,

You don’t need to go anywhere.

Just be still.

The Ocean of This Love

Blessed Mother Divine

I melt in your sacredness.
Floating in this pool of nectar,
All boundaries disappear
And your Call, 
like a homing signal
pulls me deep into this Mystery.

Om Devi, Eternal One,

I am lost

In the Ocean of this Love.

Garland of Letters

Dancing by the fire

I hear the voices of the Ancients

Chanting sacred seed sounds;

Each one an illuminated prayer,

Each one carrying the Name of the One

Who lives inside my chest.

Pure Abandon

The grasshopper knows how to celebrate!

While white clouds glide across a sky of sapphire blue

And golden leaves float gently to the ground;

As the earthen trail is warmed by afternoon sun,

These long legged pranksters

Abandon their grass houses, run wild into the streets, and…

Dance!

Leaping with great abandon

Sometimes sideways, almost backward,

They fling themselves through the sunlit silence that is

Laced with a gentle rat-a-tat-tat of a hidden sister winged thing,

Sharing purple flowers that sway in the gentle breeze,

With soft yellow butterflies and bees that look like fairies.

Everything here

Dancing.

Everything offering itself completely

To the Infinity

In this season of letting go

And letting come.

(photo by Mark Plonsky)