Saturday, September 29, 2012

No ant realizes its origin

At the end of his life he craves tuna fish.

That, and the knowledge one person, alone, learning with compassion, sets a tone for reincarnation many will find soothing.

The Tibetan Lama gathers to himself four lineages. The homeless nobody, beginning a tuna on whole wheat, offers bite to companion.

What follows is a world of incalculable understanding suddenly streaming -- a five minute window where eyes look around for the source of such sweet and fleeting joy.

His death is no battle. Not even a chore. It is a final crumb falling to ground vaguely scented with distant sea.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Where did you say to meet you

I hear a man I know suffers a new condition.

Elsewhere I hear it said that when mind conforms to the conditions of the body there is peace.

Origin, it is said, is where everything abides in creative abandon.

We'll meet there, I submit, at origin.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

From one to one; to one as one

It's different from not believing in God in the sense people mean when they ask if you believe in God.

You could say I don't believe in God, but that's not it.

I don't believe in belief.

You could say I dwell in God the same way fish dwell in the sea and earthworms in soil.

Belief has nothing to do with it.

When someone asks, I pray for them. I pray -- not to God -- but, within God.

Ah, you might be tempted to say, then you do believe in God. No, not so. (Mu?)

I call upon what is the reality of their being to be the wholeness which is their true origin and home.

Return, I pray, to the home you are before birth after death during life.

That which is by any other, certainly by no other, name -- the one we call from and to and as -- God.

Good health to you, my friend and friends!

However and wherever and whoever -- you are.

Wholly at home.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Where, then, would it be?

When is a backache not a backache?
When it's not in your back.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Poems are sweet scripture

Not in a garden. Not on a crowded avenue.

One's eyes are for you.

Millions of stars go by.

You are here. And so am I.

We are so fortunate!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The song said: "I want to know what love is. I want you to show me."

Love is the quality of being.

If you are, you are love.

Show up. Be as you are.

Manifest one another.