Here we are again, the wheel of time has turned another few days on its endless turning journey into infinity. A week passed.
This week’s outpouring of poems has been beautiful to both witness and ‘do.’
I usually rise at 3am (I know, crazy time) and that’s when most of the poems come. Some are gathered from past writings but most arise there and then. I also do Amoda’s social media then so it all falls in to the same pot.
In the silence of the night, early morning, before everything wakes up, that’s my time.
So here they are, some more poems. Thank you for reading, I truly appreciate it.
When love finally comes home And takes up permanent residence Inside every atom of your being When it fills you up so much There is no room left for doubt When it becomes your state of being When it pours through you Like the stream bubbles from the earth You will be home. ------------------------------------------ The wise one Holds uncertainty And inevitability As intimate companions Yet identifies with neither Choosing instead openness And loving kindness. ----------------------------------------- Empty your temple Clear out the clutter of self Far from leaving it barren and desolate The divine will flow in And beautify it In ways you cannot imagine. ---------------------------------------- When you completely let go Of thinking you know How life should be You begin dealing with How it actually is. ---------------------------------------- Live as though Your heart Was on fire. --------------------------------------- Someone said ‘I keep wanting to cry about everything,’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Me too, isn’t it beautiful.’ --------------------------------------- Our lives are borrowed Our breath sacred Grace itself has bestowed Upon us this miracle Yet we turn away Distracted by phenomena Lost in our petty games Forgetting to say thank you. ------------------------------------- Fall out of culture It defined you For a time Like the bowl Defined the goldfish But now you are oceanic A vastness is being remembered Within your deepest And culture will no longer Contain who you really are. -------------------------------------- Silence is not simply The absence of noise It is a pulsating field of intelligence Out of which everything arises To know silence is a journey To live from that silence Is freedom. --------------------------------------- I don't know who I am? You cried Excellent, I said, Start there.
Thanks again.
Beautiful, Kavi. Who is the “light being” against the wall in your photo? ❤️🙏🏻