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On Waking

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on October 23, 2024| 9 Comments »


 
 
In that vast land
that exists between dream
and waking, there is no I
and no other-than-I.
There are no borders,
no citizens, no factions,
no right side, no wrong side,
a realm of pure openness
where I am not aligned
with any feelings or beliefs,
where I am wholly breath and being.
How would it be to bring
such openness into the day?
To fly across the lines
of I and not-I
the way a bird flies
between countries,
across state lines,
across fence lines.
To know the self as unself,
as seamless, undivided,
even as it pours the coffee,
even as it drives past
the signs in the yards,
even as it watches the news.

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When I Was Feeling Alone After My Father’s Death

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on July 22, 2024| 6 Comments »



 
 
In a vision, I knew the universe as seamless—
a place with no horizon, no anchor,
no tether, no foundation. And though
it was beautiful—a water-color wash
of pinks and blues and grays and greens—
 
I was terrified, feeling myself formless
in the vast sea of space, too free, too free.
I wanted an object, a person, a shape,
a something to belong to.
And Love spoke in words I did not hear
 
but somehow felt, and said,
The only thing that will ever ground you
is not the object of love, but love itself.
Now, sitting in my kitchen, I feel it again.
Though my feet are on the ground
 
and I hear the hum of the cars on the highway,
though there is a cat that desperately wants
to sit in my lap and I taste the dark and bitter leaves
in my tea, though I am undeniably in a body,
I feel it again, the seamlessness, the communion
 
of the great everything that is, the underlying all-ness,
the domain of no division. But in this moment,
I know freedom not as terrifying, but as generous,
as uncontainable love that runs through everything.
The only thing that will ever ground you
 
is not the object of love, but love itself.
To write this is to touch the truth again,
a beauty that can never be broken or fractured.
Every cell of me disassembles into beauty,
opens with awareness, even as the cat yowls,
 
even as phone rings again.
 
 

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On Any Given Day

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 3, 2023| 17 Comments »

How easily I forget
I contain the story
of the universe.
Easier sometimes
to feel alone,
as if I am not connected
to every single atom
around me, as if
I am separate
from the shimmer
that made it all,
as if I am not
also you.

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Visiting Carter

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on September 8, 2014| 1 Comment »

Because the boy
has just learned to count,
he points to the stars
and says, “One.”
He does not yet
have a word for two.
Someday, perhaps,
I will be able
to survey
everything I see
and arrive
at the same number.

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