The devotee, the true Devotee,

is the Heart of the Divine...

~Papaji

To be truly present, Here, Now...
with out expectation or definition

This is true Love...

It fills me and I am no longer just
this small being that smiles at everything...

I am the smile in everything...

(for BBDTHHM)

True relationship is not what happens between two or more entities.
True relationship is the Oneness dancing with itself....

~Adyashanti

I enter the small, semi-lit room
and approach the old wooden gate,
kneeling down ever so quietly....

the sweet smell of the ever burning incense
enters, like breath itself, into my Heart...

I can hear the priests in the hall next door,
chanting softly the sacred words of devotion
to the Beloved...

The smooth coolness of the tile floor touches
my forehead as I bow...

I linger, who knows for how long...

Immersed in this eternal blessed
moment of devotion...

Jai Bhagavan... Jai Bhagavan...
floats softly through the air...

it is he.... who brought me Home...

(for Danji...)

The Day Sky

Let us be like
two falling stars in the day sky

Let no one know of our sublime beauty
as we hold hands with God
and burn

Into a sacred existence that defies.....
that surpasses

Every description of ecstasy
and Love.

~Hafiz

The Heart seems forgiving, because it has no memory…

The Heart… can only be Present…


It watches as the play of lives float by…

The seeming good, the seeming bad… are all the same to this Heart…

It holds everything as it rises… and disappears again…

in the vastness of LOVE…


It is always, forever Present….

This Heart is our True Nature…

It is Who we Are…

"A flower exists... in complete Stillness... "

~Eckhart Tolle


( and so do we.... )

Wooden Walking Stick

Friend, you are Moses. I the wooden

walking stick. Sometimes that simple use.

Other times, a dragon earth-energy.

You decide. There's no time or place in the air

you inhabit. The days you give me
I give back to you.

I have seen your unseeable beauty

and taken report without words to my heart,

which became all eyes with the news.

"Long life to eyes" says my heart now over

and over. Hundreds of candles
search the turning sky.

No bread in the basket, no money;

home, family, work, in shambles,
with your light shining on the ruin.

Crushed in grief's mortar,

let me be the medicine
for other eyes.

What is the soul? Half a leaf.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

I am not the one speaking here. Even so,
I'll stop. Anything anyone else says is your voice.

~Rumi

" The door to God is
the insecurity of not knowing anything.

Bear the grace of that insecurity,

and all wisdom will be yours. "

~Adyashanti

(Arunachala... Arunachala....)

Your true nature is that of infinite Spirit.

The feeling of limitation is the work of the mind.

Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi...

Jars of Springwater...

Jars of springwater are not enough anymore.
Take us down to the river!

The face of peace, the sun itself.
No more the slippery cloudlike moon.

Give us one clear morning after another
and the one whose work remains unfinished,
who is our work as we diminish...

idle, though occupied,
empty, and open.

~Rumi

The Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra

Perceiving that all five skandhas are empty saves all beings from suffering.
Form does not differ from emptiness,
emptiness does not differ from form.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
No appearing, no disappearing.
No taint, no purity.
No increase, no decrease.
All dharmas are marked with emptiness.
No cognition—no attainment.
Nirvana.
Unexcelled perfect enlightenment—anuttara samyak sambodhi.

Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi svaha!

—From the Heart Sutra

"The realized person weeps with the weeping,

laughs with the laughing,
plays with the playful,

sings with those who sing,

keeping time with the song...

What does he lose?"

Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi....

“ Within the body plays the Unfathomable Formless One
Why then does no one seek Him there?

He is neither less here nor more there,
he fills each pot to the brim...

do not look for the beloved else
where for He is within. "

~Kabir

Silkworms...

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.

Call it to your arms where it can change.

A silkworm eating leaves makes a cacoon.
Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks.

Silkworms begin to truly exist
as they disappear inside that room.

Without legs, we fly.

When I stop speaking, this poem will close,

and open it's silent wings...

Rumi

( photo from Dan's collection)

My time away...

was lovely... intense... back breaking... renewing... and amazing...
We meditated for at least 10 hrs each day... up at 4am... in bed by 9:30pm...
everything in between was meditation,
with a little food and quick naps in between...

Hard to go into in words... the meditation style itself can be both grueling and amazing...

from extreme pain...to bliss and ecstacy...

At the end of the 10 days... after not speaking or even eye contact with anyone... we began to speak and share a little... it felt like coming out of the womb... everything is so new... raw and vulnerable... and you can feel... everything... everything... no separation... the energy in the air, in the trees, the sky...

in the person in front of you... all one energy... vibrating at an incredible speed...

with dancing light patterns somehow creating images...

There is a sadness that it is rising today as I speak of this... what blessings to go inside
and to be cared for in that way... and a bit of a resistance to returning...
(the mind is so funny... resistance to go... resistance to return...)

What I can say about what is happening now... as I was telling Dan... it's the subtleness...

the more quiet i become... the more subtle It becomes...
It is in the subtleness where everything is truly met... nothing is pushed away...
nothing grabbed for... just met...
And there is an interesting sense of relief as the "memory" seems to recall
the grabbing and the pushing... and how lovely it is instead...
just to meet what is... as it is...

The mind weaves it patterns and flavors with rainbow colors... and what is seen is so captivating... such a display... and intent to entertain... and yet the subtleness... this is the flavor that lasts... and will always... continue to become more and more subtle...
beyond the beyond of the beyond...
and beyond that...
Gate, Gate... Para Gate... Para Sum Gate... Bodhi Svaha...

What a blessed life to be offered such gifts... we are all so blessed...

Om Shanti... and lots and lots of LOVE!

Emptiness Dancing...

When I rest in my origin
I am the unmoving cause of all movement.
With no will nor intention of my own
all things move forth from my own being and
express my unspeakable and unknowable self.

Although I never move away
from my unmovable nature
all movement is my own.

Although I am the unmanifest and inexpressible
all manifestation in all the worlds are
expressions of my infinite creative potential.

I am always at rest
and wildly dreaming this moment
into and out of existence.

~Adyashanti