You've no idea how large you are

[Inspired by my friend Mardy Bryant]

You have on idea how large you are. dear friend.
You have no idea.
Don’t look at your form that contains you.
Look beyond, beyond any ideas of yourself
Beyond any form, beyond anything you can possibly imagine.
Beyond any thoughts and mental concepts.

You’ve no idea how large you’re dear friend.
You have no idea.
Your pain and sorrow are too small to overwhelm you.
Your worries are too small to swallow you.
Your fear is too small to inundate you.
You have no idea how large you, my friend.

If only you knew

If only you knew, what is missing
If only you realized what
you have separated from:-

You will sit on your knees
and break into tears.

What are you doing to me?

I am so drank
on the sweetness of your eyes, beloved one
And I no longer know what I am doing
For whatever I do, you’re the doer.
You're the wings of the sun
and I am the feather.
You're my water.
I fill my glass with you and drink you
and quench my thirst.
Some days I drink you right from the rain
And some days from the ground.
Does it matter, how I drink you?
You are the sunlight
And I am a flower. I raise myself from the ground
to reach your lips.
When you turn to a mountain,
I become a rock in your heart.
Then you’re the ocean and I become a stream
flowing towards you, always, flowing towards you. Flowing.
You see beloved one,
all I am doing is to get closer to you. Closer to you,
closer to you, closer to you.

There are times, most beautiful one
when I get lost in my daily rounds,
When interruption happens between you and I
Like fish out of water,
the body exhausts and disintegrates
and I forget that I am breathing,
I forget that I am singing in the heart.
and I come home to find you.
You surprise me: You're always there for me.
You rest your hands on my face
and the body heals again! The mind heals again
Then your lips bring drunkenness
to my heart.
Oh beloved one
What are you doing to me?

Our hearts blossom

When we live from the state of wakefulness, the oceans know us. We become the sky and the suns and stars rise in our bosoms. Everything we see is so beautiful that we get drunk easily. We never feel lonely because we become one with everything around us. We no longer fear about the future nor worry about the past. No longer can we differentiate the smile of the moon from that of our own, the arm of a tree trunk from our own arms, the face of the sky from our own faces. They all become one when we live with awareness. As we drift away from this state, however, we think the whole universe is conspiring against us. We feel like a gray cloud moving thru the sky. If we are fateful, we turn into the rain and fall and with the falling we taste delicious mouths or we are scattered by the winds and continue to enjoy thousand forms of existence.

This tasting of honey with barefoot, this forgetfulness of our own addresses burns in our eyes and even strangers can recognize us from the crowd. Oh, this drunkenness called Life! This eternal dance! She hypnotizes me with a woman’s smile and makes my mind stop. Some days she beats me with a whip of tenderness and yet what I could feel was the tenderness itself and not the scar left by the whip. There are also some moments when we move through what seems like fire. We either burn or get baked thoroughly. If we get baked, we get new eyes again. Our hearts blossom and our tongues loosen and we come to you and kiss your hands and merge with your heart. If we burn, however, we turn to ashes and come back to you some day in the form of a maple tree in your yard or a freshly cooked blueberry muffin.

Your breath

I felt your breath
In my chest.

Tender and warm and familiar
Breath in my chest.
So warm that all the weight inside
Melted away.
So warm that
the knots deep inside were untied
All the folds and creases ironed
A large space moved through me
The earth and the sky Moved thru me.
Thousand suns dance inside me
And Mountains bow to the oceans
The caravan who are thirsty
In the middle of the sea
Open their eyes here.
.
Most beautiful one
Ask me what happened after all these;
Whenever I am with your breath
YOU are and
I am not.

The sea deep in my heart

This morning
I woke up this morning
and downed a glass of cool water
from the sea deep in my heart.
Goodness! It washed down all the ailments

including the minor ones that are hardly noticeable by others.
Oh beautiful one: -
Tell me what to say to my doctor
who wants to see me at least every other month.

We're all coming home

fragrance
of the morning sun

Oh fragrance  of your heart, dear friend!
mingles with the raindrops
to dance together.
and together to kiss the ground.
whoever came first
or whoever followed does not matter.
Only the mingling matters
the essence of the oneness in every heart matters.

In the very center of the moon
my friend, I saw your dreams.
the soul of the ocean reckoned to me last night
when I was alone.

We're all returning there at the end
even if there is no such thing called END.
we are all returning to the ocean.
It does not matter
where we roam
during the day or night;
We're all coming home.

The field in my heart

The field  in my heart
is now ready for you, dear one.
The soil has been 
turned up thousand times.
and the desert tamed with
a slender grain  of faith.

Oh bringer of light!
 Come, pour your splendor  on me!
Whatever you give me
I reflect it back to you.

This wilderness

This wilderness
This delicious confusion
This wanting to be like a child
running around naked, fearless and free
This drunkenness
to rise with the morning  mist and kiss the face of the sky
This is because
YOU are singing inside me.