Thursday, November 5, 2009

like soot cleared from the chimney

tar from the lungs
remove the residue from the heart

the moments of pain and dissapointment that linger and flare up now and again
sweep the hall way of heart and dust away all the cobwebs of

unfulfiled promises and broken dreams

disassemble the expectation machine

and toss away every last nut and bolt

we've made it this far and there is no going back

not even for a visit

there is only here now

and like a river discharging into Ocean

the only way to be is flow

there is no one to generate new desire

so the old desires stored in the heart will have to play out

moving the body here and there

but we know beyond a shadow of a doubt

that we are not the body

so this residue will be the cause of past karmas

but no new karmas will be created

if we do the required dusting every day

no build up

no cover up

no denial

honesty, integrity, courage

this is the nature of being pure heart

what is a poem but a group of words

and a word but a group of letters

what is a letter but a means to a word

and a word is but a symbol for something that IS

so a poem might share an experience

that we can all relate to

a human experience, a story of birth, life, and death

begining, middle, and end

but what if death comes first, then birth, then living--

what if we have it all twisted around and backwards

are we humans experiencing the eternal Self

or the eternal Self experiencing being human--

the question rises in the mind of each one

each one being the same beyond form

the question is an invitation to meet yourself

somewhere between asking and knowing

inbetween breath and thought

beyond time and space