Star / You / Are
you are dancing in the stars
you are not far
you are near
you are dear
you are here
you dance
the dance
dances itself
dance
life is giving
wakefulness sojourn joyful butterfly
cast the sweetness
to the net to the sand to the bright sky
to the birds in your lovely eye
your lovely eye
i am here
i am always
you know
you know this
know this only
this is only what you know
this is only
this is
this
The Eternal Moment
There are Bowls
There are Drawers here
There are Hidden Shapes & Accessories
There are Small Kingdoms in Passing Moments
There is a Treasury of Doubt
and the Currency of the Inner Smile
There is Me Here
and there is You.
You: The one I have lost & found,
lost and found, lost & found.
Me: the one who stands
on Solid Ground
and spins around
and around
and around.
And then, there is the Sound.
The sound of Naked Waterfalls
filled with Diamonds of the Sun.
The sound that bubbles up
from deep inside the Ground.
The Hum of a Million Birds
The Stampede of the Butterflies of the Heart.
All is Sudden.
All is Changing.
The Ancient takes constant Birth
in the Soft Glove
of the Eternal Moment.
The Company of Truth
I seek The Company of Truth.
In this Lifetime, this space,
this Tiny Bubble I occupy.
I have long-known The Company of Truth:
the Color of their Eyes, the Clothing they wear;
the lack of Disguise.
The Company of Truth is the blessing of sharing time
with those who know, those who have walked
the path of Inner Freedom
amidst Outer Struggle;
Those who have crossed the threshold of the Open Heart,
and who celebrate the Beauty of Living
the consciousness of This Silent Glorious Song.
This is not trivial;
This is not the Popular Path of Lemmings;
this is not the Calling of Convenience,
the Temple of Day-to-Day Commerce,
the Sacrament of Obligation
to those who pull our Every String …
This is Monumental.
This is the Unconstructed Tower of the Spirit Of You.
This is the Fragile Sprout of your Innermost Core:
seeking maturity to Flower, To Vine, To Tree,
to Seed: to spread Abundance in the Wind,
Dandelion Birds soaring to unspoken Heights.
Unhinged.
The Company Of Truth is a Gift.
From one eye to another. From heart to heart.
From empty caverns flow the Voices of Full Rivers.
From need, from Necessity,
from the Sincere Longing
to Know Home
to Go Home…
comes the Journey Itself.
The Map.
The Vehicle.
Driver & Destination.
The Company Of Truth
is Truth Itself.
Revealed in the Glorious Form
of Humans …
Being …
Rainbows ….
