Secret of Secrets

When one recognizes that
The Remover of Obstacles
Is made of the same substance 
As the obstacles,
What else is there to do, but...
Dance!

Infinite Presence

I used to think I had to sit in a cave
Or at the very least bar the door
From interruptions to the Peace
I felt when alone.

Then we began singing together, voices joined in holy Communion...
Opening, harmonizing, dissolving in
Union
And there was just One Voice.
One Peace.
One Love.
Permeating, radiating, everything
Just.This.Heavenly.Bliss.

I used to think I had to wait to be alone
To drop into this Silence;
To turn off all sense of Other in order to enter into I.
Until I looked into your eyes,
Listened to your voice,
And then I was lost
In the depths of a Silence that has no center
That needs no boundary
Everything drenched in this Stillness
That spreads out
Into Infinity.

I used to believe that some-thing some-day
Would bring me to this freedom.
Then every you became I.
Now I receive darshan from the cows on my morning walk
Dance with a friend in ever expanding space
Gaze into the eyes of a beloved and see the Universe
Feel the deep peace of a newborn as he sleeps
And sing with the rooster at dawn.

Everything, everything magnifying this Stillness
Everything, everything deepening this Love
Everything, everything singing your holy name

The Ocean of Love

The heart opens…
And all thoughts born of separation
Tumble out and
Flow down the river
To the Sea
Flow down the river
Dissolving in ecstasy
In The Sea
Returning Home
Swimming again
In the Sea of Love



(art by Simone Lipscomb - "Ocean of Love")

Oh My Beloved

For lifetimes I have climbed mountains
And crossed deserts for the taste of just
One sweet kiss,
While you have been showering me
With this Love
from inside the inside of everything I have known.

All these years

I have been trying to woo you
While you have been
Kneeling at my feet in prayer.

Om Sat-Chit-Ananda.

Ham-Sa... Breath of Life

Ham-sa
Everything dancing in Stillness
Everything singing what cannot be sung
Everything leading me back to the bindu threshold,
Back to the original seed
To swim in that Primordial Sea
Where there is nothing that is not You.

Homecoming

Spinning

effortlessly...

Humming

of bees...

Diving

straight

into the Heart

of the 

Sun

(Art:  "Bhuveneshwari" by Simon H. Lilly)

Song of the Infinite

You move through the center of me

Like a river
No beginning, no 

end  

Song of the Ancients

Song of the Cosmos
Song that can’t be sung

You sing me into existence
And back into Silence
Song of the immigrants
Song of the children
Song of the powerful
Song of the faithful
Song of the heretic
Song of the warrior
The only song that has ever been sung

You are the Music
I am the Lute.

Play.

(Photo of Alisa Weilerstein, by Lucio Lecce)