Pull of Silence

Pull of Silence

If I do not

Stop writing

The Truth which

I wish to express

May well be more

Submerged..

Might I stop now

And allow the 

Dimmed light to

Remain as glimmer..?

Or might a few 

Words more

Serve to cleanse

What is already

Said...?

Bowl and Wax

Bowl and Wax

Imagine

If you can 

A bowl encased in wax.

And the bowl one day

Discovers that wax

And finds no end to it..

It covers all sides and

Of thickness forever..

Lonely at first

Until this Aware bowl

Discovers her own

Makeup of Wax...

The Vow

The Vow

Ruth and Naomi

Embraced the Grace of

Their common Self..

The one Self within

Which all journeys

Take place..and so

Ruth famously vowed

To go where you go and

Stay where you stay..

This wedding promise

Pointed to a Vastness

Unfolding into those

Religious stories which

We know so well..

(See the Book of Ruth)

No "doer"

No "doer"

How so..?

Our conditioning

(Some say baggage)

Demands a doer..

I work in my garden

And clocked the time

To fit a schedule..

These assumptions

Bow to the seeming

Reality of time..

But time melts

When recognized as

A mind's facade..

Rendering a "doing" 

Without a doer...!

Start Here

Start Here

In the clarity

The stillness of

One Self..

Start Here

Then the unfolding

The iteration

The creation

All made of 

Only Here..

Seek ye first..

Wipe the slate clean

Wipe the slate clean

This default

When complexities bind..

The knowing of

The Placeless place

Eternally transparent

Where separation dissolves

And a surge of Joy

With new Understanding

Wipes our slate clean...

Light at tunnel's end...

Walking

I saw it

The proverbial

Light 

At the tunnel's end..

This end...!