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.

Nataraj

As
Love
dances the
Nataraj
in my Heart,
whole cities and forests
and
oceans
spin
in and out
of
existence

Listen

Listen underneath...
Listen to the Song
Love is
singing.

This Seeing

The Seer,
That which is Seen,
The Act of Seeing...

no difference.