Poetry 2020

Writings from the last weeks of 3 months of silence in the jungle with Renaquilla

// The One Unnamed //

Tao, God, Ram, Brahma, Buddha

That with many names but any name is not That

What words point me back home

To Being before thinking?

What song could enchant me to

Dance with Light and Dark as two and one?

What touch could remind me,

This. Just this. Moon. River. Clouds passing.

My lips utter sounds to express you

And my feed and hands twirl to caress you 

I gaze upon the dew on the leaves to adore you 

And when I find you...whoosh!

 We are gone

Dissolved back into Being

The One Unnamed 

// Hidden places //

I want to go to the land of secrets

Where is hidden behind stones the paintings too vulnerable to see 

I want to find the buried treasure in the abandoned parking lot of dream space

I want to light a candle in the cave of what was forgotten and see the diamonds sparkle 

I want to leave a compass on the mountain of the formless in the place with no time or direction 

I want to walk the forest of the many planes

With herbs in my satchel for whom I meet

I want to traverse the dimensions 

And spread my wings as the eagle with talons of crystal and eyes of sky 

I want to meet the keeper of the gates guarding the lands of gold and sorrow, of truth and fear, of beauty, nothing more.

And offer my last penny for passage 

 Into the hidden places of the soul

 And the eternal 

// Wonder // 

What is this wonder that makes me fall in love with the cosmos so many times?

What is this beauty that blurs outside and inside?  

Like a hummingbird to a flower,

it’s like they grew up together.

Each face familiar like they’ve been my mother.

Every note of my song has been written before in the colors of the sky.

And of all things to feel it’s wonder.

Like a story I wrote but forgot the end

Like a lover I knew meeting again

Like frontiers to explore to remember who I am

Reconstructing the universe from the inside out

What is this wonder that keeps me spellbound

// Self-Remembering //

At times it requires solitude 

To come back home 

 As a soul child of mother Earth

To be reminded of one’s Self 

By the rhythms of the river

 And the various shades of green peering into the forests depths 

The feeling with eyes closed

Of the pleasurable sensation

Of one’s own pulsing

 And calling back she who left

With the world’s furious currents 

Now there are just leaves 

And soil, sky, and a quiet spaciousness  

When the trying finally ceases to be

Because there’s nothing left to be 

No one for whom to be someone

I feel as honest as a child

Now there are just leaves

// Trust // 

Deep in my center 

I find a place open to the whole cosmos  

Countless faces I am wearing  

And yet experiencing this body suit 

Detached, but fully being  

The ache of my heart reminds me

 There is no ‘I’ and no ‘her’

 But just ‘breathing’

 All Agendas washed away 

 for even one day

 And the great perfection is revealed 

 No wrong and no separation 

 No right and no one to be 

The simplicity of a human being

Walking God’s Earth, free

How could the question ever arise 

 Of if it’s enough, if I’m good or bad

 When there is only perfection to be had 

It doesn’t even make sense to me

When I’m resting in eternity 

Leaning into the open center

Feeling emergence from Earth Mother 

Trusting myself before any other 

// Oneness // 

May I be here together 

In unity with Life

When I cut and drift away

It’s to see the contrast 

The feeling of longing

 To come back home to the Beloved

 With deeper embrace 

 to see, All is dharma 

 My bliss and my fall

 The whole mountain is the journey 

 With its twisted paths

 My will and my demands on Life

 Are but a lover’s confusion

 Asking the One to be other 

 As if I could truly hide

 From what I am

 Never separate 

// To Make Me Dream //

We who will not let each other rest

 For love is too strong

And the world too fragrant 

And the feeling of the next frontier 

Aches like something is missing 

Something beautiful and yet brave

Something powerful and yet peaceful 

A song to make me dream 

Even the Great Perfection is longing 

So tonight I won’t sleep  

For God’s earth is too mysterious  

And this life too curious 

// Source of All Creation //

Source of all creation

Experienced through me 

Through the many planes 

And spinning the galaxies

No time, no mind

Space of molecules and dimensions

Not what it seems to be

I rest here in you, refuge in the depth

In the breath of every atom is eternity 

And flowing continuity  

May the vastness not be the object