Category: meditation

born

wind carries old wounds
whipping around, enflamed…
worries spark like lightening,
dark clouds smell of shame,
guilt hangs heavy like thunder,
pain, but bound inside the rain…

I sit amidst this tempest
upon a glowing flower in bloom
spilling from my eyes are temples
within my palms, the moon…
dressed upon my chest, my heart,
cradled safety within my womb

upon a cross, i lay my form
in quiet solitude
unmoving, unflinching, all embracing
i dare to non conform
for at the interface of light and dark
my nothingness is born

mountain, solid

A cold breeze is blowing through the doorway to my heart.
Fires that were stirring have all gone out.
Numbly I sit and try to wait out the cold,
alone, not in control,
this universe is teaching me of patience through pain
and solidity- I am a mountain,
words that bind me to the depths of hell,
but where is the heaven to warm these hands and toes?
There’s nothing right now but suffering,
and though I try to fill the holes with love and gratitude,
this uncomfortable longing yet remains.
Must I squash it out?

hidden inside

i found the door within my heart
and opened it…
words, without sound, ushered me
into this light filled space
and into the moment…
oh breath! you take me as a bride
on her wedding day-
your soft embrace, covers me
with a warm salve
assuaging my fears;
and as my body floats forward
a mirror glows, reflecting my soul…
in wonder and in praise i sigh,
for the love within this heart
is but a dim reminder of what remains
hidden inside…

Folds of time

i follow the wings of a butterfly
into the moment-
this future, born from what’s passed,
like soft embers glowing that
only present eyes can grasp…
and this heart! reckoning a thousand lifetimes, sweetly beats into mine,
as memories fall upon my breast;
a thousand hellos, as many goodbyes
we lose not what we keep,
within the immortal folds of time

on meditation

this illusion: so fleeting, so impermanent;
nothing remains when the last breath is drawn-
emotions, false in their knowing, convince
us that there is no end to suffering,
there is no end to lack-
yet, little emotion, flies like the wind
across the valley of soul,
searching for life to feed into, and off of…
as questions arise and fall…

my soul wonders in ecstasy and agony;
and without the bane of either-
i dwell upon the snow driven plain
of this moment
listening to sounds of time roll past
whispering secrets of eternity