Uradiance

I hear 7 billion victims crying, 'You did this to me!' Friends, we all wove the web of tears. No one can untangle it. Take a break from blame. Visit the tavern in your chest. Haven't you heard of the innkeeper who doesn't run a tab of innocence or shame? He serves the wine that loosens your heart, unwhirling your eyes from fixed orbits. This is where angels come to drink after work. It's the kind of place where you can whisper, 'To hell with it, let's get married!' So many rings exchanged in silent shadows between laughter and weeping, music and desire. So many peacocks dancing on your table, their talons dipped in chocolate, feathers fanned open to reveal the scorching beams of your nakedness. Others only see your green  opaque  refraction through dream waters. Now, untethered by grace,  your body  drifts over the city, a  violin with  broken strings, a wingéd donkey, floating in the jagged crimson space of ...

     I’m still searching for a Word to describe what it’s like to discover the sky in my body between two breaths, what it’s like to swirl through the blues in my rib cage, a Word to explain precisely how the immeasurable curve of the Milky Way shapes my eyeball, and a silent stream of stars pours all night down the hollows of my spine. Perhaps the Word is simply “Friend” whispered, naming the one whose hand touches my chest like a feather on a cloud, or like a blade of honey so finely honed, my heart hardly knows it has been severed into “I” and “Thou.” ________________ * This poem was recently published in the lovely 'Braided Way' Magazine: LINK

     A profoundly simple instruction is re peated verbatim in the Shiva Sutras, the Vijnana Bhairava, and the Orthodox Christian Philokalia:  “rest the mind in the heart ."  The alchemy practiced by cats, Taoist masters, and breast-sated infants. There's no difference between purring, chanting "Om," or gurgling “Mama”   in the democracy of the heart. Y et it's really not a practice at all, but the surrender of practice, where doing yields to Being.     Rest the mind in the heart. If you want to stay safe, you might regard this as a method of relaxation or stress management. But if you are an adventurer, you'll let it be the portal to a New Creation. The Heart is not just a beating organ for aerating your blood, but a doorway.  At an ancient temple , you  could only pass over  the threshold after removing your shoes. Shoes represented the beliefs and assumptions covering pure consciousness. You had to remove the dust on your feet...