Ashes of Love

At the heart of experience, there is a fire that

burns all we know.  Offer everything to that

fire.  What remains--the ashes of love--is that

for which we have longed all our life.

--Rupert Spira

A yellow leaf

A yellow leaf

remains attached

through autumn winds

which fell others..

a high perch

overlooking Halloween..

Will I watch

on the frightful night

from my high vantage..?

or a sudden drop

to lawn or gutter

a carpet then for

young tramping feet..?

These fearful questions

we all ask

until remembering

what we truly Are...

Autumn's veiled glow

Autumn's veiled glow

Spinal black branches are the anchors

of the masses of golden leaves

which grace this mountain autumn..

Single leaves glow as lanterns might glow

held by their partnered shadows..

We find them as kin:

 our own glow

with shadow...

The limited viewpoint

The limited viewpoint

self of an object

self of the self

from our small self

a veiling takes place..

our lifetime tasking

to remove the veil

and at last

find Awareness

of the infinite...

Thanks to 

William Blake

and Rupert Spira

Stretching the Now

Stretching the Now

Becoming is the next scene

what is around the bend

the mind stretches to 

reach and discover..

Being is Now and rest

and waiting for arrival

of what is ahead..

These are the poles

of all creativity

and history..

Yet we ask:

Can the Now

be stretched...?

Raindrops

Raindrops

The rainy day ended and a walk revealed

many lone raindrops on leaves and branches..

Water had been reconfigured from its flow

its pooling and singular constitution..

Now we saw individual drops as prisms

each its own reflection and color of light..

Such we are with our makeup of water

each of us a prism and

each of us Water...

Apparently

Apparently

This YouTube portrayal

a young boy repeating the apparently word

has gone viral..

He a momentary celebrity

but the subliminal message

of his word

plys the subconsciousness of

many millions..

the word softens our firm beliefs

of hardness and separation

of our daily  apparent reality...