Come, Break Me Open: Mystical Poetry

Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

when are you going to start loving

You’ve put your hands and mind on so many things – you’ve gone to school – you’ve worked different jobs you’ve been in and out of relationships – you’ve seen places – you’re tried your best to be a good person - but there is one thing left – when are you going to start living? when are you going to start loving?

on giving

giving because you’ve been given in the past is It is not true generosity. It is a show. give yourself freely and secretly like the rain comes and pours itself into a forest. the rain has no image of the giver or receiver. It just gives and It does not even know It gives. It does not talk bout it. it does not need media coverage.

Monday, September 11, 2017

entire kingdom

Resistance cannot take you any further. fear is a detraction from what is real - give your eyes, your hands your feet, your heart --- your whole self to love - it will give you the sky, the stars and the entire kingdom.

scam

whatever people and media continue to tell you about love is a scam- stop looking for God inside your thought. that is a futile search. be empty from any urgency or dogma. look in the mirror and be present. the beloved is inside your eyes.

wildly alive

You can call me crazy if you want but I’ve nothing to wish for - nothing to wait for - nothing to hope for - I'm already drunk with what is here. In the present moment everything is wildly alive, sacred and precious

milky ways

You're actually woven from ten thousand million milky ways and stars - why do you complain of darkness?

wet cloth

Like a wet cloth, something in you longs for the sun each day – don’t rush towards your memories – taste your emptiness. If there is no thirst what is the use of water? If there is no you how do we know God? It has been a long time since I saw the fountain of moon in your eyes – Let this longing for yourself be like the hurricanes and shake you. The world is waiting. Pick up the harp in your heart and start playing.