See the stars?
All are in movement.
Drawn through desire for union with the One:
that stillness beyond stillness.
Infinite dark depth calls each point of light in the sky.
Stars and quasars spiral in dances offering their love as energy and light.
Each longs to be dissolved into the black void;
an infinite invitation pulling inward
from the heart of every galaxy.
Surrender it beckons:
You cannot resist me.
Look into my black unwavering eye.
I have already claimed you.
You are mine, and will be evermore.
My dark soul hungers for your radiance.
Dance for me as you are pulled into my arms.
Your lover awaits you beyond life.
This death does not cause sleep.
I promise eyes wide open rapture as you dissolve into your Beloved.
Come to me...
I used to go to mass
and pray to God on a cross,
but all I ever saw,
was how empty and hungry I was inside.
I climbed a mountain
and ingested an epic dose of entheogens,
seeking to see the face of God,
and instead received the chastisement of Job:
who was I to call upon the maker of cloud, earth, and the star filled sky?
Eyes peeled back,
unable to look away
from the answer of infinity showing itself,
I trembled like a child,
prostrate before this all pervading consciousness
that lived and breathed every atom around me.
I had stopped seeking God...
until I saw your face.
In your eyes was the personal, embodied answer to thousands of prayers.
Now I worship with bodily yoga and breath,
I lie in a fish pose as
you ride oceanic waves like Odysseus tied to the mast,
blind in your divine passion
as seraphin circle and sing so loudly
that your cries are almost drown.
I hold you in communion
like a newborn lamb,
as you sob and tremble,
fully sacrificed, surrendered, and given.
Two hearts blown wide open
for this precious,
Today I celebrate mass as high priest
drawing down the living One,
or on a cross,
but in my own burning flesh.
Now I know
in my own bones,
to the Divine,
Looking into my heart
there is no fear anymore.
I welcome the darkness
I have fought to ignore.
a knowing in my bones
that all I love is constantly
dying and moving away from me.
All falls apart
and is scattered
like ashes in this world.
My warrior heart
requires me to strip naked
like Alexander the Great.
To enter onto the battlefield
and know that today will
be either a good day to die,
or I will emerge a King
with my Beloved
in my bed
for one more night.
And we will celebrate
with our bodies,
our profound gratitude
for each other,
and for the love
that breathes us.
Tasting my stability.
You probe, and poke.
A jab of emotion, a sneer of contempt.
Anything is better than nothing
to your restless heart.
Crunchy crackling energy trapped in your body.
My mission, should I choose to accept it:
find the space, the small opening
with stillness and surety,
that releases the knot
in your belly.
A lioness snarl...
- no that was not the right key.
and feel into these
green feline irises
that stare me down.
would bring violence.
This cat is begging
to tussle and scratch.
move from stillness,
never breaking contact
with breath and gaze.
With my open hand
I feed you
the flesh of my heart.
moment by moment
breathe into sensations
that arise in the body.
the pulse of heartbeat felt in toes, fingertip, skull;
breath expanding into kidneys and caressing the lower spine.
the throat open, allows air to fall into the belly and genitals
- without effort, without care.
the body knows its work and purpose,
it doesn't have to prove anything, or do anything to earn approval.
in simple elegance, it shows me how to just be.
this "me" dissolves
into the bliss of sensation.
so simple! so profound!
all I have been seeking has been
this shimmering wave of pleasure
radiates from the heart and belly
and never ceases.
relax, breathe, and allow all thoughts to fall away.
divine consciousness is simple:
complete body awareness
while relaxing open
to the whole universe
Relax, do not sob or fight with the flow.
Open every tightness
Let light into the dark frozen places that resist
There is warmth and tenderness in tears,
Let this tenderness,
melt the hardness.
The softness you try to shield and hide
because life is tenuous and brief.
You know the kiss of death -
it always patiently awaits
for you to let it in.
But who is this that does the letting?
Who is the one that receives this kiss?
Breath moves through this body -
this “I” cannot stop it.
LIfe itself determines how many more times
this belly fills with invisible sustenance
and then without clinging
releases and surrenders the breath
for another to begin.
There is no celebration,
no awe or wonder at how breath continues,
but there should be.
Why should there be any clinging to a tear
as it forms in this eye,
and then trails down
LIfe is in this tear,
it is in the emotion,
a rising energy that this body struggles to contain.
Something bigger than this body is moving through it
that causes the tear to form
and this breath to rise and fall.
Become this motion in the belly.
Become the energy beneath emotion that births tears.
Become the openness
in which all this is occurring.