When I’m Here firm ground under my feet scent of piñon smoke in the winter air I transcend space. When I’m in the Now heart beating in my chest sun warm against my cheeks I transcend time. When I’m with the Beloved His image radiant in my eye a smile sweet on my lips no […]
On an icy winter day I step out of the bank and stop fast. There in front of me shuffles my mother. I see her glossy, silver hair, red wool coat and body hunched over a walker. My heart thuds in my chest. It’s an apparition, a ghost! My mother passed away more than a […]
The mind says “Wait, wait, just a little longer until the days lengthen. Then the world will be brighter.” The Beloved answers, “Now, now, this moment stretches to eternity. Close your eyes and bask in My sunshine. “Your inner tulips already blossom. Your hyacinths and daffodils burst with joy. Whenever you wait for […]
Please enjoy this poem by the 14th-century mystic, Hafiz. And For No Reason And for no reason I start skipping like a child. And for no reason I turn into a leaf that is carried so high I kiss the Sun’s mouth and dissolve. And for no reason a thousand birds choose my […]
We lounge in a meadow near a babbling brook a lone cloud inching across a sapphire sky. It has a head, my friend says pointing to the cloud. Yes, I say, as I see the canine snout protrude and a curve form along the jaw. There’s an eye! The pinhole opens. And tail! A wisp […]
My dear, this world, its laws, our perceptions, are such a minute part of existence.—Hafiz I see that life is a game. I didn’t know this so I would take life seriously, think that I couldn’t handle it, and thus I would fling myself onto the altars of the lower chakras. I would seek sex and […]
The mind is a book, a maze of sentences set in a state of permanence from which it cannot escape itself. The Beloved is an azure sky with puffy white clouds anvil thunderheads, swirling tornados raindrops, hail, sleet blazing sun— a rainbow. This true Love is still fluid, adaptable— ready with the perfect action in […]
The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.
Fluttery white flakes caress chive blossoms. Piñon smoke licks baby grass. Winter unites with spring birthing Love.
A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do you not […]