Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Listen!

Listen well, my brother, to the secret whisper in your heart, the endless singing in your blood, the deep rhythm in your bones.
O sister, can you hear the voice of the wind, the silent music of the flowers, the faint hum of joy all around?
The universe speaks to you every moment- you just forgot how to listen.
Let every cell in your body be a ear.
Hold your breath- stay perfectly still.
Traffic and bird-song, dogs barking and the laughter of children,
The plaintive cry of a vendor in perfect rhythm with the whistling of the kites in the sky..
All speaking without words of a wisdom beyond thought,
All held together by the weave of the gaps between the sounds,
Until darkness brings peace
And the high sweet notes of silence.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Be

In a story written by a madman,
Illusion creates new worlds every moment, every day.
When the rainbow bubble bursts, who is to blame?
There are no answers or explanations, all dogma disappears-
Only emptiness and silence remain:
This has lost its tongue and forgotten its name.

Beneath dust and leaf and river and sky
Suddenly the sacred bones of eternity shine bright:

What a sparkle in this wordless bliss!
Mind still like a mirror lake
Breathless wonder overflows
How can anything begin to describe this?

Be.
This is all there is.