The Great Mystery
Here is the great mystery:There Is No Door
I could tell you that my Master
is the one who opened the door,
but that would be a lie.
There never was a door,
I was never on the other side.
We were always in this together, he and I.
If you call the realization of this Oneness,
the opening of a door,
then I guess we have the beginning of a very long poem here,
but since I’m in a really good mood today,
I’ll save you the trouble of hacking your way
through a love drunk’s excess of metaphors.
There is no door! Never was, never will be.
The knocking you hear
is only the sound of your own heart beating.
The One for whom it beats has always been with you,
so what’s all this monkey business about a door?
Between the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.
Merrily We Go ‘Round!
in the world of Forgotten Tomorrows
there is only one Remembered Today
in the world of Distant Past Lovers
there is only one in your Room, Now
in the world of disenchanted bargains
there is one Deal that is beyond Priceless
in the world of Sensational Culinary Delights,
there is one taste of Nectar Amazing & Sublime
in the world of Rats Racing for First Place
there is one place Earlier than First, Later than Last
and more Present than any Gift under your Glittering
Christmas Tree
There is a Doll inside you
That laughs endlessly despite your Polaroid Smile,
That cries in Joy despite your Corporate Stance,
That sings softly despite your Self-Imposed Silence;
That is eternally quiet in a World of Dust & Noise.
Remember that friend, and your vain attempts
to enjoy the Merry-go-Round will
fail and succeed simultaneously!
Reflections
Like a glance in a lake
I see my face
like the ugly duckling
for the first time
Like a baby’s smile unlined no guile
I see myself like it’s for the first time
When I’m with you I’m finally free of the doubts that hold me back… relaxed.
My deepest longings are fulfilled in truth.
I see my sweetest reflections in you.
Read MoreAin’t Life Grand
It’s Sunday evening and the world around me is very still.
Harmony keeps ringing in my ear. I’m always pleasantly surprised when this happens. It’s a vivid reminder of who I am.
I can’t imagine or maybe I can, what it was like before I received this gift. I just know that it fills such a warm place inside me.
It’s as if a flock of snow birds have landed on my shoulders beckoning me to fly away with them. Nature is such a wonderful teacher. Trees stretch their branches towards the sun and provide us with a bounteous amount of shade. Leaves fall in the autumn and provide a soft passage for man and animal.
Flowers in all their splendour make the journey that much sweeter.
Ah!!!! Ain’t life grand.
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