There is no hiding
There is no separation
There's no one calling at night
Wind and weather
All that has stood tall and true
The cries of birds at dawn
All the sunrises I've missed
There's no commotion
No running around in the day
No understanding
What it is I try to convey
Notes
I write "not to paint a picture of the woods but to remind myself that I briefly lived." Because it's what I do - because it's the packaging that came
with the product. Because it is my place. A poem is organizing nature into tangible rhythm - a poem is only a memoir of what is all is.
Maybe when we finally stop writing and look around at the world we'll finally be free. Can't think your way through it -
surrender even your intellect to the Mother. The mind is denied access to the gates. It literally cannot get there.
In the process of awakening, you will not survive. You as a separate entity is tossed into the flame and offered up to the Mother.
Give up the fruits of your actions - they were never yours to begin with. Be not identified with the actor you have taken - you never were separate.
The heart is the key
+ the eyes cannot see
All my senses deny reality
Unexpected Moon Ending
And it was right there in front of me,
The moon glistening and pure
The gentle lapping of the waves
Tell me, why am I dissapointed
That my heart isn't being torn apart
this time?
I collapsed in a daze of apprehension and waited. I felt it surging up in me - the horror, the heartbreak, the raw humanity.
In trepidation I dared a glance up at the moon...
But, I met eyes with an old friend.
Instead Instead Instead Instead