The seams of existence cannot contain it,
Out comes bursting the dance of love,
Permeating and surging and through all boundaries
Beating, breathing, sighing, gushing, lapping
And inside-out with salt crystals washing…white.
So consummately One,
All attractions quivering in your breast
I feel them pulsing through mine,
Wild embers hungry to feed
On the dry oceans of wheat
And burn them into stars;
And all desires weeping through my skin
I taste and drink from your flesh,
A sky in the hour before dawn
Invisibly raining full droplets of dew.
These ripe fruits we bring
To the Altar of The One.
Here, we feast and drink
Crushing pulp and seeds
And ecstatically drunk
Carve the poetry of dawn
Into our melding bodies,
One Body now bursting
With the sweet song of
Writing my emptiness
I surge like an ocean
From the white heart of dawn
Heart’s wild beatings, quenched!
Stillness, desert emptiness
Breaks chest open, sky…
Each petal, a flame,
Incandescent tongues, crowning
Head-source of fire.
In your bowl of wine, I burn,
Exalted in light.
Kissing all day long,
Sky and ocean merge as we
Vanish without trace.
Crimson, plum grapes crushed, as stars
Wash over the world.
Breaking and washing,
The eternal dance of waves
Breathing fragile foam.
Soften the voices
With the silent breath of peace
Rising from within
Even a loud noise
Softens when touched by the breath
Of a peaceful heart
The still breath is loud
When rising from a presence
Soften all edges
With the gold hues of a sky
Dissolving all words
I quiver and shine brightly,
A morning clear sky
in my surrender
I lose my head
and widen, open,
welded to His presence
His breath through
my body blows,
A music from
an unseen source,
from deep within rises,
the Shepherd’s tune
quivering my soul,
smiling and crying
“more, yield deeper,”
a voice whispers
through my veins
and I give and I give
until I give my all
and burst into flame,
crackling and shouting,
weeping and laughing,
eating to my veins
I burn, I burn, rising –
love’s scorching bites,
in my flesh
Your radiance is a white flower in the sky-field of my dreams.
I wake up at dawn when your radiance is brightest,
When your silence is deepest, and go out walking,
Breathless and open in the ocean that you are.
To an open heart
The world is revealed, sighing,
Many fallen leaves.
The brown moth of solitude settled down
Amid the verdant boughs that my head crown.
And by and by, the woods opened their doors
Showing many leaves scattered on their floors.
A faint sound arose as from distant shores,
Waves softly flapping through the sycamores.
A laughter I heard raining with the dew,
Rising up to the clouds as the wind blew.
My heart’s waters became a lucid pond,
Gazing the azure, the sun as it dawned,
And my soul running with the crystal streams
Stood to feel the world, the breath of its beams.
She planted a seed
Deep in my heart; morning’s here,
I am a flower.
My poem is a flower
Growing in the field,
To write it down on a page
Is to pluck the flower
And place it in a vase.
Flowers of chaos,
A wild tumult of colours
Vying for The One.
Sometimes my soul is the fountain of silence
surging unseen from the face of dawn;
Sometimes my soul is a dry riverbed of thorns
where every step and every movement pierces through to the heart;
But here and there my soul is equally beautiful,
for here and there it is the doing of love.
Into the ocean I poured all my words,
Like dust I scattered them to the four winds;
Now at dawn and dusk they sing with the birds,
Breathe in the flowers, a sap in all trees.
Silence, a fountain
Surging from the lake’s bottom,
Brown leaves are falling.
On shoreless, blue seas,
A nomadic boat, sailing
Hushed ripples, silence.
Exhibit my soul
A silent word from the lips
Of flowers at dawn
To be His muse, ink, and word,
A breath within His breath,
Light within His light.
An old friend knocked on his door in a dream, and entering to sit by the edge of his bed where moonlight and nymph sang and danced, he asked, ‘What fruit and seed have you got to show for your way and path, your earth and field?
‘His calm eyes staring back, the hermit took a handful of breaths from his chest and offered his open hand, empty and bare.