tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580470225535535732024-03-18T19:51:54.545-07:00UradianceMeet Me in this Moment,
this Body,
this Breath...AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.comBlogger3378125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-4700140910736881052024-03-18T07:12:00.000-07:002024-03-18T19:51:21.754-07:00Pache
In the core of your heart
is a black hole
where fierce immaculate silence
drowns the opposites
before they can escape
into creation.
The lesion in Christ's side
is a vulva
leading to the kingdom
of the unborn.
Words we use like
"left" and "right,"
"doing" and "not-doing,"
"suffering" and "God"
are cinders in the air
after a cremation.
Worlds bubble out of your loss.
AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-44481134050379696692024-03-18T05:35:00.000-07:002024-03-18T09:36:45.831-07:00The AnswerSometimes the answeris vast Unknowing, sometimesthe first apple bud.AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-16237188636149992142024-03-17T10:23:00.001-07:002024-03-18T06:07:41.086-07:00The DifferenceTake this wound of wildness in your palm, Here is your mistake.Assuming that God is the cause when God is just as bewildered as the rose.She does not search for an answer, simply rides astonished waves,spiraling inward and outward on petals of purple fire, like yours.The difference? You don't dissolve in what you see. But God has fallen, tumbled into fungi and fern vein, sunk into a bulb of AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-43434863591487590522024-03-17T10:23:00.000-07:002024-03-17T10:40:59.707-07:00O My Soul
O my soul, you breathe out but forget to breathe in,
speak, but do not
listen, spend
more than you earn, mostly
on pain,
the entropy of
your thoughts
spinning the
world from a hollow core
where light
escapes, never to come home.
Waking at morning, you turn
to your shadow
instead of the sun.
Why won't you,
even for an instant,
AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-86739043778198078432024-03-16T07:52:00.000-07:002024-03-16T07:52:26.976-07:00Become A Leaf
Try any kindness.Remember how to ache and yearn.Become a leaf, kissing the asphalt.Be a stone in the meadowglistening with crystal fissuresunder a crescent moon, a nurse-log wounded with seedlings,a chrysalis on the ash twigthrobbing with distant Spring.If someone with even an ember in their gaze opens the palm of true wanting,show them how their hollow handalready holds AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-68615089127798104482024-03-14T10:25:00.000-07:002024-03-15T13:14:24.868-07:00Listening To The Night
Right
now
at 3 a.m.
there are people who are alone
and they choose to be alone
and they feel
the peace that flows
through every budding twig
and
every chrysalis,
threading the dark centers
of distant galaxies
into the rosary
of breathing.
Right now
at 3:01 a.m.
there are people who are alone
and they do not wish to be alone
and they are lonely.
They are so alone.
AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-75505680353604933602024-03-14T10:23:00.000-07:002024-03-14T10:26:04.330-07:00The Breath You Give
The
breath you give
is
the breath you receive
is
the breath that whispered
this
planet into atoms,
blew
spirals of night
into
galaxies like glass
and
spindled out the flesh
of
your ancestors.
We
were connected
by
a dark sigh
before
we had names.
Our
lungs are the bellows
of
the Maker.
The
path is whatever feels
like
an egg breaking inside AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-42172170321738865302024-03-13T15:01:00.000-07:002024-03-18T19:31:04.754-07:00Mountain Stream There
is a stream flowing down from the mountain. It flows from your crown to
your sacrum, where it spills into the earth, tasting of snow-melt and
wonder. It's sound is the pine-needle breeze. It flows through the
wilderness of your body, through the core of your soul. Inside you is a
place where you are always outside, in a fresh mountain sky. Naked and
deliciously lost in the wild,AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-72523479045227431322024-03-13T11:14:00.000-07:002024-03-14T12:09:38.886-07:00SecretThere's a secret to this madness.Everything is spiritual. A toadstool is made out of God. This rock is the supreme Being,because it merely is.Seen close up, the wing of a housefly revealsa thousand verses of scripture. Even the fur on a golden terrieris infested with celestial beings,countless as the stars.Your inhalation is the most intimate name of Lady Wisdom,the whisper only lovers know.How AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-18453645866443511502024-03-13T07:49:00.000-07:002024-03-13T09:36:32.504-07:00Fragrance of GraceThe fragrance of grace is a gift,but you must make your own honey.Listen to a darker silence inside silence.This is the sugar of creationwhere emptiness blossoms.Yet if you make the slightest effort,it sours into philosophy.Throw away thinking.Let go of concentration.Sink into the heart.Pollen condenses on your foreheadwhether you breathe in or out.Don't do nothing, do even less.The bells in yourAKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-32824758412855079752024-03-11T17:32:00.000-07:002024-03-12T07:22:34.501-07:00Silent Moon Silent moonover the wetlands,a frog solo...Suddenly,ten thousand songs!What one Spring peeper sayscan keep the stars upall night,awakening the rainbowsembalmed in cocoons. Never doubt your solitude.Never doubt the beautyof your lonely voice. AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-23368525924291877862024-03-11T14:34:00.000-07:002024-03-14T10:41:20.164-07:00Vespers
You say you must learn
to embrace your
dark side.
But why did
you need to take sides?
Darkness is not
the absence of light.
Darkness is the
womb of light.
Be a
thousand-armed whirler
spinning from the
tenebrae
between Winter and Spring.
That is where the
Mother is.
Let a black
Madonna be your breath.
Then you won't
need any rule
but AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-55111302496486021952024-03-10T11:33:00.000-07:002024-03-10T11:36:38.015-07:00 Weather for March 10:Cherry blossoms, one falling.The planet trembles. AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-83502746182174854272024-03-09T11:15:00.000-08:002024-03-13T07:54:59.396-07:00Always FullThe moon is always fullthree inches above my skull.The sun is always at its solsticea thumb's length in front of my heart.The constellations, those enormous beasts devouring darkness, gently grazeand roam through the meadowsof my bellybutton. I need no horoscope to cast my destiny: I Am destiny, just as the hollow sky contains both midnight and dawn.If you really need to predict what will become AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-18132658438639580422024-03-09T08:56:00.000-08:002024-03-14T11:32:53.452-07:00Way Will Open
This morning I give birthto my own heart.I feel Christ kicking
inside me.
Let Mary walk softly
through the garden of this body.
I am the way.
If I question my path,
this is what I do:
just enter the absence
where flesh whirls.
If dawn glows in my chest,
I follow the warmth.
It leads me where I Am.
Hope is a seed that sends
its blind cotylédonAKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-68022573779097895352024-03-09T06:43:00.000-08:002024-03-09T12:47:21.529-08:00Telling
I'm telling
you this
but you’re only half
listening, half
dreaming.
The inhalation rises
from your belly to your crown,
gently exploding in the blue sky
of bewilderment.
Your
exhalation falls, poured back
into the sweet
black pit
of yearning.
Your breath
is the Goddess.
I'm telling
you this again,
but you’re only half
listening, half
dreaming.
Her bodyAKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-23387175197402208722024-03-08T08:58:00.000-08:002024-03-08T09:07:58.586-08:00Shivaratri (March 8)
This is the night of Shiva. At least for one night,
dear one, don't sleep, stay up and sing! Tonight is the wedding night of the
Lord and the Goddess, the trough and the wave, the black singularity and all
the worlds swirling out of it. This
is the betrothal and the annihilation. Om Namah Shivaya. At least for tonight,
become unbounded space, the field AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-10334351764059169312024-03-08T01:53:00.000-08:002024-03-09T10:58:39.796-08:00Smile
There is nothing
artificial
about your smile.
It springs
from a silent hollow
where every
tear is wrung,
every grievance wailed,
the last thick bitter drop of anguish emptied to its
pit.
You've heard
the final
echo of receding
thunder
from your old
story.
Now you have no
choice
but to breathe, entangling a boundless abstraction with AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-91622915592432249212024-03-07T17:56:00.000-08:002024-03-12T07:51:04.692-07:00Ancient RiverAncient river of Presence,may I step into you now?May I wade in your stillnessand be swept away?Ancient river drowningmy breath in waters of silence,your ripples never the same,yet always one, riverof unspeakable lighthidden in darkness,may I meet the Beloved beside you?I will bring my friend to quench her lipsin your wild current of sweetness.I will say, "Let us go down to the river,the ancient AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-49381809570401248392024-03-06T11:50:00.000-08:002024-03-13T15:42:39.214-07:00Dark Side
You say you must learn
to
embrace your dark side.
But
why did you need to take sides?
Darkness
is not the absence of light.
Darkness
is the womb of light.
Be
the sparkling vortex of creation,
a
thousand-armed whirler,
spun
from the blackness in your core.
That
is where the Mother is.
Let
a swarthy AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-54758034343329719602024-03-05T18:24:00.000-08:002024-03-13T10:56:36.096-07:00Gift Of Darkness
Be grateful for the gift of
Darkness.
Let her have her way with you.
A bud is swathed in shadows
to protect its golden petals
from the frost, a chrysalis
cocooned in shadows to protect
its coiled rainbows from the storm,
your tears rapt in shadows
to ripen before they fall.
You are the mother of evening,
you just don’t remember.
You are a AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-84483146817865656222024-03-04T07:47:00.000-08:002024-03-06T15:18:34.731-08:00Spring Question Why waste your life believing that the sun is above and the earth below,only to discover too late, too latethat starlight gushes from every pore of your bodythe moment you begin to dance?Why travel from here to there?All journeys are over but the deepening of now.Your heartbeat is a shaman's drum.Don't move: be moved.One treasure is left to find:the flame you were before you started AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-12121151056919966212024-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:002024-03-07T12:42:13.241-08:00Wrong!
You're all wrong. Every damn one of you.
How do I know? I'm wrong too. I'm better at
being wrong than you are. I've been wrong since the Big Bang. Even that is
wrong. There was no beginning. We are endlessly
evolving microbial mistakes in the sparkling green slime of unbounded Beauty.
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panose-1:2 4 5 3 AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-67144352759364612382024-03-02T15:18:00.000-08:002024-03-03T06:06:38.571-08:00By Dawn
By dawn the wind
had fled,
leaving a ruffle
of Canada geese
in the wetlands.
Pearls of moss on
stone.
Jagged bolts of
dogwood
etched softy in
the sky.
Plum buds
releasing their grip
on themselves.
When the mind is
free
from thought, I
hear
the burst of
onion-scented snow drops.
Nothing urgent in
the conversation
of tree frogs.
AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058047022553553573.post-44923837543001966612024-03-02T07:51:00.000-08:002024-03-02T07:51:45.052-08:00Letter To My Younger Elf If I wrote a letter to my 15 year old self, way back there in the dream of the past, as a voice from the dream of the future, I would say: 'Freddy! Don't believe 99% of the unsolicited advice people give you. Most of them want to sell you something, capitalizing on your sense of LACK. Their busyness arises from their own sense of lack. Don't let them sell you what you are not. 'AKLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689475250210272553noreply@blogger.com0