let’s talk about love

Song by Foreigner: 

I Want to Know What Love Is

I've gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm older

Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like the world upon my shoulders
Through the clouds, I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life, there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

Oh

I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me

In my life, there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

(And I wanna feel) I wanna feel what love is
(And I know) I know you can show me
Let's talk about love
(I wanna know what love is) The love that you feel inside
(I want you to show me) And I'm feelin' so much love
(I wanna feel what love is) No, you just cannot hide
(I know you can show me) Yeah
I wanna know what love is (Let's talk about love)
I want you to show me, I wanna feel
(I wanna feel what love is) And I know, and I know
I know you can show me (Yeah)
(I wanna know what love is) (I wanna know)
(I want you to show me) I wanna know, I wanna know, wanna know
(I wanna feel what love is) (I wanna feel)
(I know you can show me) 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1JLn8RhQzHz3qDqsChcmBl

As good a longing, as good a prayer, as one might find 

enfin, une clarté d'une telle transparence

Stepping in front of mirror, seeing no image, such confusion! 

Deep among ten thousand peaks

I sit alone cross-legged

A solitary thought fills

My empty mind

My body is the moon

That lights the winter sky

In rivers and in lakes

Are its only reflections.

--Han-shan Te-ch’ing (1546-1623)

 

Pondering what to do next.

Ah!

Stepping into the mirror, nothing to see, such transparent clarity!

¿qué quiso decir el maestro zen con «pronto muerto»

 silliness about

who knows

God better

no one knows

God, no one --

the silliness,

because God is

unknowable

plain and simple

go on, now,

get out of here

As God did

as God does

every time some fool

pretends he is God

eh presidente --

you silly goose

soon gone

demander in mischief

street fighter

badmouths pope

Jesus 

hands soap bar

to street fighter

to wash out mouth

as we wash our 

hands of cynicism 

taken into the transparency of things

A Rupert Spira poem: 

Every time I open my eyes 

 

every time

I open

my eyes

I invite

the world

to take shape

and every time

the world

takes shape

I am

invited to open

my eyes

and see

the world

raw

and naked

holding out

its hand

calling me

into itself

where I am

taken

into the transparency of things

and find myself

transparent there

standing on the edge

looking

down

and in

to the dark silent pool

in which

the world

is cradled

and I am cradled

there

held

with all things

and hold

all things

in myself

myself

not a thing

in the world

but

this

here

seeing

in which

the world

opens

inviting

and offering itself

and every time

it is seen

it dies

and in dying

holds out its hand

again

asking

to be taken in

and every time

I take it in

I too die

and in dying

become

this

here

seeing

every time

I open

my eyes

….  ….  …

https://medium.com/@rupert_spira/every-time-i-open-my-eyes-a-poem-by-rupert-spira-1717507dd541

wie sollen wir es nennen

 when did you

give up

surrendering

when are you

leaving

saying goodbye

do you know

the way home

through night

where silence

utters nothing

seeking to be divested of limitations

 the apparent

individual

(he is

saying)

is taken

back

to its

essential

nature

(spiraling)

sorting through

 Yes

Says heart

No 

Says mind

Sic

et Non

Man

If est

ay

Shun

a false positive

 when I died

I couldn’t remember

anything, I was gone

and now? now I find

the nothing I can remember

is that I died

I’m waiting to see

who comes for me --

I expect nothing

in fact, the nothing

I expect has already

disappeared and is gone

come to think of it

 Und soweit ich sehen kann …

bist du.