Night into night
A wave of stillness
An infinite amplitude
Caressing space
Dark velvet void
Absence
No direction
No orientation
No here nor there
Nor not-here
Night arising
As night descends
Only night
Knows the night
An absolute
Intimate loving
J Harper
Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship
Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly
So is love among the skies.I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs
I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled
I think only of your love, your calling to me
And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.It is not the play of children, nor the detached unity of wise sages
Unreal! Unnecessary!
Where is the beauty?When I, like a glowing comet, may flash around your sun
Laughing, singing, with the joy of loving you!Wine makes drunk the mind and body
But it is love which thrills the soul
When I approach you, I feel the mad pounding of love
The singing wonder
The joy which opens blossoms on the trees of the world.Come to me, and I shall dance with you
In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets
Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free
I shall show you the brilliant crystal fires, shining within
I shall show you the beauty deep within your soul
I shall show the path beyond Heaven.Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind
Dance, and make joyous the love around you
Dance, and your veils which hide the Light
Shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
Too dark the night
Too bright the sky
To lean upon
The human eye
Eye sees this world
Eye says it’s so
I fool myself
And claim to know
Know subtle truths
Know what’s most dear
No words I mouth
The heart can hear
Hear gentle breeze
Hear call of soul
Here the longing
Is an empty hole
Hole in the body
Hole in the chest
Whole human hearts
Graced by the Guest
J Harper
When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
think…..and think…..while you are alive.
What you call ‘salvation’ belongs to the time before death.
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten — that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with Light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside “love” there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds, there are whole rivers of Light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.
darkness beyond night
emergence
a precipitated full nothingness
a pregnant pearly point
a love feast
I offer
my precious tender parts
you make of them a satisfying meal
in the world of lies
a river of love wine
empties itself
onto a kaleidoscopic palate
here
heart’s depth
reveals endless fathomless
true nature
Always
Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self, in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like the robes of the desert, through which one’s nakedness can always be felt, and, sometimes, discerned. This trust in one’s nakedness is all that gives one the power to change one’s robes. – James Baldwin
Did you ever wonder why it seems so hard to change? Have you ever met a friend who seems radically different from the way you used to know them and you find yourself relating to them like they hadn’t changed at all? Or found it uncomfortable, if not impossible, to greet them from beginner’s mind? Or maybe you felt like you changed, but no one is taking the time to meet the new you – interactions are based on rehashing old history until the new you is once again covered in the dust of history.
Changes by Max Gail
One day I found a brand new me whom some of my friends couldn’t see
was every bit as real a guy as the more familiar I.
But with an unfamiliar script which told them surely I had flipped
or else was going through some stage which soon Id drop and act my age
as if my age weren’t just a fact, but really something I should act.
They thought that who we really are was only who we’d been so far.
Well, I must say it was a shock to find these friends a stumbling block
along the way to all the me’s I hope will put my mind at ease.
I wasn’t trying to scare or dare or show myself as more aware
but merely trying to share my thoughts and clear the air of
shoulds and oughts.
It seems that staying just the same is really just a hopeless game
played to show that you’re for real instead of feeling what you feel.
Instead of following our hearts, we check ourselves and play the part
that parents wrote with loving pains and planted in our infant brains.
If change is something I must do, I guess my friends must change some too.
So – I must learn to leave them free to misconstrue a truth in me
‘cuz words are words and never deeds and sometimes time is all one needs
to understand a changing friend and let the newest colors blend.
So I must learn to stay alone and dig these new me’s on my own
until they’re such a part of me, they’re something any fool can see.
And learn to see that such a chasm was caused by my ENTHUSIASM!
Stop and smell the roses, a few moments never killed anyone.
If bottled water was Truth
Or even, Common sense
There would be
More objective hope for the world
Parasites don’t go quietly
Down the road to salvation
It’s one of the great mysteries
How, with all that sucking
They can still talk so much
About their needs
Lovers aren’t confused
About what to kiss next
Whatever appears
In front of their lips
Is the next victim