When "I' was in the forest in Baltimore County from April 2007 to April 2008....something happened which is not really anything at all. In fact, the story was taken out, and the story-less remained. This absence has been called "stillness," "god," "totality," "nothing being everything." but truly it has no name.
I am the Life Eternal…
Ringing, clear, vibrating the ever-lasting Music in every direction...
I find in myself no mere star-stuff, but Song,
swimming in it’s endless relaxations,
basking, hopeless, in the water-halls of eternity,
as the One who rises and falls in the synchronized dance of its own Celebration.
In Listening there is an ever-expanding silence,
chambered eloquently between the ripples of nothingness,
where choirs of Singers gather to exclaim and illuminate
the never-subsiding Presence.
I am that Listening of the ages,
that turn of infinity into Radiance,
that blending of tones wherewith the world opens,
and the heart of the Human Being surrenders it’s solidity.
I am that choral beauty swelling inside the waves,
lifting above and below seamlessly as Andromeda and electron,
swirling into form and structure and out of form and structure,
stirring the Sacred in the single wild note through Myself.
He who Hears lives the never-ending delight,
the mystery of being.
She who is perplexed by the feeling-realization,
rejoices in not-knowing death.
An Infinite Chorus of Voices surround you,
a chapel of Life bigger than the galaxy
exalts within your own chest.
Voices! Voices!! Resonating uncontrollable!
It cannot be expressed but as the growing, rapturous Night...
There is a depth- I know not how deep.
It is what has always been Sung by sheepherder’s and sages alike,
by the myriad thrills of the mockingbird, and the reckless tails of the comets.
It is as within, as is without.
It is this taste of Fullness where everyone is a Lord and a universe,
where silence quivers the song of euphoria into divine creation,
as the listening that is receiving the message through its One ear
Recognizes it’s own Self.
"It's Only a Love Affair" .... a new poem, written just this morning...that is part of a collection of Poems that will be available in January 2014.
"It's Only a Love Affair."
Life is a flame with no candle to it. It burns, and it's burning leaves nothing, no trace, no mark, no boundary, no one. The very burning of the flame of life is the aliveness that is happening here. It is just this, and yet like a flame, it is here and nowhere, it is full of raging energy and empty as void, it is fullness and totality and emptiness . It is this Singing and yet no one can capture it's Song. It is free and boundless and chaotic and wild and happens through everything everywhere with no limit point.