Saturday, July 25, 2009

conning the mysteries of the universe
was, from childhood,
always by the light
of the first star on the right...
flying was easy,
you just leaped up

now lying in bed
on this black-as-black night
comes a far longing

and the monkeymind chatters...
the mother, the daughter, the partner,
the broken down car, dwindling savings
dreams that wait and the weight of care

then like going under water
all i hear is my own breathing
and i wait, being nothing in the stillness...

loosening the tether of time and place,
feeling my own bareness, my own light
so i lift up my heart and follow it
into the great impossibleness
and fly and fly and fly
and it is so beautiful
so beautiful

somewhere behind the heart
is the finding place
for being well
and knowing the Good

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