The Sacred Dance

Leaving the obligatory line dance 

I move now with the rhythm of the tides.

Larger patterns call me.

A heavenly kaleidoscope turns…revealing patterns within patterns,

All moving

All interconnected

All singing...

Om Namo Shivaya.

Freedom

Freedom is not about creating 
a new or better story;
it is about relinquishing 
story 
altogether,
in favor of 
What has always been 
Here.

Everywhere

Truth reveals Itself
everywhere,
nakedly,
in plain sight

Sacred Breath

Breathing in
I savor the perfection
of each aspect of this Creation

Breathing out
I offer Gratitude

Boundaries dissolve,
worlds merge;

Only Breath remains.

No Escape

There is no escape.

Like a secret homing signal,
Everything,

Everything
points to
This.

Already Here

There is no magic spell


That takes you there...


Only the spell 

that makes you believe


You are not already 

Here.

Return to Splendor

This wild forest

pulls me in to its heart

where Stillness resides,

and I sink

into the rich dark soil of

Unknowing.

Deep

impenetrable

Silence.

Everything
stops.

Then,

without warning,

the ground under my feet

begins to tremble.

As each quivering leaf,

each vibrating stone,

carries an echo of a long forgotten call,

A roaring sound, unearthly

yet familiar,

grows in intensity,

and like an audible radiance,

begins to issue forth from every

cell, atom, nucleus...

om a hung benza guru pema siddhi hung

What-Will-Not-Be-Contained

is now

issuing

forth

in 
Holy 
Splendor.