WhoAreWe Text

Bring me my robe,
the evening is closing in
and even the fiery mood of fall
Is preparing to wrap itself
Into the blanket of darkness.

We are the gates through which
the elegant guests walk in
marching gracefully,
casting thick glances
upon the moment.

Here comes subtlety
hand in hand with simplicity
Their lips are silent
but the flavor strong.

Then, beauty flows in
adorning everything on her way
With the breeze of recognition
and a slight tint of worship.

As the gates shut
a poignant preparation settles in
setting up for the next dear guest.

At the mark of dawn
The sound of union strikes
announcing the arrival of love.

It passes through the gate
ever so softly.
Oozing the nectarlike lava
melting the heart Into something
that is neither here nor there.

Not mine and not yours.

The gate becomes nothing
but a breathing ocean
where all the guests come together
in a swirling dance of being.

And out of this ocean of dance
gratitude arises with a basket of seeds
to be planted and grown
Into a myriad of universes
washed in the sparkling waters
of this breathing mystery
of which we are the gates...

I hear you small and big
calling from close and far....
I hear you.

You are the mischief
kicking and mocking,
the world at the tip
of your little finger,
I hear your laughter
together with the stinging pain
of the crying woman
behind the window.

You are the restless surf
and the gentle breeze,
a radiant star
with eyes as deep as the
infinite space,
a child of the Human self,
i see you.

Your roots go deep into sadness and joy
as you know yourself in the vastness
of the Unknown in time.

Bathing in the waters of this mysterious ocean
you rise high and sink low.
Heart expanding and contracting,
mirrors dusting and eyes clearing,
I feel your movement.

When desire emerges in your eyes,
I see you seeking love.
The love that is like snowmelt,
rushing to reflect your purity,
grace and the light of your being.

I hear you calling your own self
and not finding it in the foggy mirrors,
wailing in pain,
condemning yourself and others.

The depth of the joy you feel
when another opens his heart
to your self and to their own
is equal to the weight of your anguish
when you long for home
wishing to rest your head peacefully
on the worlds lap.

When a beloved steps out of your world
I feel the winter wrapping you into a small cocoon
gently nursing you to rest
until you flow again -
a wide river with a force of a Human Heart.

This game of rising and falling
has been going on forever.
This is why
I hear your beating, Human Heart,
small and big,
I hear you.

In the maddening swirl of the hunting game
God keeps his jewels deep,
buried under homely rags
and dim corners...

Neither in the thread of the moonlight
nor in the height of the mountain
do I find that,
which they claim to have.

Wrapped in the moments of confusion,
I search the heaven and hell,
travel inside and out,
following patches of light
dancing on the ceiling of my mind ...

Such a mischievous game this is!
God keeps his jewels close,
to lure the earnest seeker,
into the dark chambers of his heart.

Squeezing through the narrow arteries
of this hidden cave, aflame,
I leave my belongings behind
and birth my self into a precious jewel
to fit in the narrow opening.

God keeps his promise true.
If you find the jewel,
it is yours to keep.
For ever.

Who is this new one living inside me?
He sneaked in as a thief
and now he is the master.

Everything in the house
obeys his command.

He doesn't go down
when the sun does.
Neither he wakes up
in the morning,
when I finally open my eyes....

In the face of the strongest storm
he says the same thing over and over:
“Let it be, the river knows its way.”

And continues sipping time, like tea....

Who is this new one living inside my house?