l am grateful for the silence
in meditation
a ceasing of persistent me
allows the avatar
to come down, interpenetrate
at a point
where doing meets being
a crossroad where the finite
comingles with the infinite
ripening of fruit
in complete surrender
so it may become full & heavy
drop effortlessly back
into the soil, be eaten
ripped apart, torn asunder
so it may commune once more
with the formless
that gives birth to all forms
this sitting on the ground of being
walking the land of becoming
dancing without dancing
dancer becomes dance
the flower & I become one
silence is the perfume that permeates
rich hues of sunrise
cool wind on face
stirring in groin
hunger in belly
wanting ache in heart
cacophony of questioning mind
in totality all alters
eros, beauty, hunger
gateways to the Divine
doors open in allowing
though no one is knocking
when I am no more
all is
music of chance
murmurrate in imperfect
perfection, perfect imperfection
in the total present
as the vertical
bisects the horizontal
past is forgotten
future let go
only in the richness of the now
nowhere to go
no one to be
simply in the joy
at one with this moment
darkness always there
embraces holds the light
in a tight embrace
like lovers in delight
only the undivided me
can shine this particularity
relating with other
uniquenesses undivided
relationships create relationships
learning to be with
patterns that connect
gently hold that which persists
in crossing the dark valleys
to find light in hills to climb
the virtue that is not a virtue
is the true virtue.
