In My Desire to be Free

An instant of loving communication

A person meditating on a rug with lanterns either side of them, overlooking a beautiful lake and mountains
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A silent smile within the heart
A grace that lets the waters start to run
An opening upon my brow
And my body is alive again
With the pulsing energy of your release

A gentle opening within,
The centre breaking open
To admit an aurora of heavenly sensations

Light fills my body
Drenching my heart, my throat, my bodily mind
Deposing my form and loosening binds to all that I believed myself attached to
Just one instant before

Vibrations become me
My whole experience
My whole identity
Relieved from the suffering of separate responses
And separate forms

Breathe in gratitude
Breath becomes light
Energy dethroning form
Visceral, thick, flowing through extremities
Expanding their walls
Searing within
Revealing depths of unhidden space

I can meet you here
I can invite you deep into this circumstance
Deep into this sphere of relief, of releasing mind
I can see you, vivid and alive, shining within the greater mind that we share
Shining upon me, in all the glory misinterpreted through separate mind 
As distinct from what I am

It is in our shared mind,
The mind that encompasses the whole,
That is the whole
The mind that, in singularity, is my mind
This is where I find you
This is where I receive you
And this is where I adore you,
Forever, in this timeless instant of eternal communication
In my desire to be free

Stemming the Tide

A futile attempt!

A beautiful, gentle stream, bubbling over rocks, winding between wooded banks
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All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell this energy, to stem this tide
I’ve spent a lifetime alone with these words
Wondering if they’ll be written or heard

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that these shoots have been dying to grow
And now their trouble is quelled and dismayed
Shelved and uprooted, dismissed and betrayed

All I can tell you, all that I see
Now I’m allowing this water to bleed
Stream through the cracks of my travestied crimes
Soulful expressions of opening mind

All I can tell you is that I’m free
From my desires and grave inconsistencies
All that I’ve misunderstood and denied
Previous decisions, washed out with the tide

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that the seeds have already been sown
There’s no returning, there’s no going on 
To a life I have lived many times and is done

All I am learning now, through this dismay
Is that the form of things is my delay
All I’ve discovered is all that I need
A space beyond time that is welcoming me

All that is opening, all I can tell
Is that this newness will counter the spell
Of the becoming that I tried to be
In the dark depths of illusory dreams

All I can tell you about where I’ve gone
In the deep spaces, discovering my songs
Is the magnificence, far beyond words
Finding the phrases that want to be heard

All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell the certainty swelling inside
But I have failed, it has risen right through
Every expression of wholehearted truth

With my decision to be who I am
All that I wanted before is closed down
All that I wanted and all that I’ll be
Is right here right now in this instant with me

This Blessed Flow

A poem about dissolving into the mind that writes the poetry

A moody cloudy red sky over a beautiful still ocean.
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My mind, it thinks in poetry
I cannot quell this blessed flow,
As, hungry, I bequeath myself
To savoured riches I am shown

Cascading joys of ancient knowledge
Breaking through containered hoards
Of fantasy I drove before me,
Burdened by decisions worn

I humbly open to your mind
And let the hero of the dream,
The master I’d been playing
In the one repeating scene,

Return in his humility
To what he knows is ever true,
That all the meaning he’s been searching for
Is found in you

Between the saturated masts 
That line the wild tempestuous bay,
I’m redefined in solitude 
My fears are washed away

Remorse and ancient pity
Take their place now, side by side,
They’re sunk within the oceans
Of an ever grateful mind

And glinting on the surface
Of the ever changing whole,
Is changelessness itself
Arising in the wakening soul

It glistens at my heart as I 
In decadence disband
The citadel that was constructed
With my charred and earth worn hands

A limitless horizon
Disappears before my eyes,
The world succumbs to beauty
And a fire fills the skies

The fire meets the water 
And they merge into the one
That mystifies the mind
That separation has become

And I am lifted out of seeming
As I fall within
The body of this dreaming heart
That witnessed to my sin

The sin of separation 
Is now gently washed away,
As deep within the waters of the mind
I find my way

My One Desire

On the breathtaking nature of love

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My one desire: to be with you,
To feel your tender hand
Upon my head, your gentle arms
Wrapping the present where I stand

My one desire: be near your heart
And dearest as you are to me,
To all you are and all that I
Have truly been in thee

Be nearest to the heart in me
Between the solstice and the bay,
That curves around the centre
And that shelters me at play

Be the wave that winds me
As I try to take the breath you stole,
And pin my arms upon my sides
As I release and fall

And drop — and peaceful, fall no more
Through sandy caverns, time-spent olds,
I am the timeless falling lyre
The eagle’s wings still holds

And as the drifting wails reach 
Your vessel rocking on the wilds,
My music rises and bequests
Itself to keep you as a child

Innocent to worldly claims
Delinquent to its raucous cares,
Untroubled by its lures and 
Dis-acknowledging its wares

I keep you as I hope to be:
In freedom from the woe,
Of pleading invitations
To a crude and fateful throne

My one desire: to be with you
And keep you safe from greed,
To nourish, through the crown that opens,
Every depth of need

To win with you the mighty throne
That takes us all the way,
To perfect and immaculate
And everlasting grace

There is no need that is not met
Nor that our love won’t be,
Surrendering so softly
To the part we play in thee

There is no competition
For the love that we have won,
For deep within complexity
Simplicity lives on

The Call to Dive Within the Soul

Inspiration sparked by the mystical beauty of Teresa of Ávila’s ‘Interior Castle’

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Soul of wisdom, soul of truth,
Soul of blessed heart divine,
In the mansion of your truth
I rest within your precious climes

In sultry dusks intrepid hearts
Will rise to rein their glory home,
Their pounding power beats the turf
Devouring illusions sown

Within a grist that’s milled its troubled last
A thousand billion years,
That tortured itself with the past:
A myriad treaties for its tears

And suddenly it hears a sigh
Its own beginning breaking through
The troubled stance it sought continuance
Within its darkened truths

Admonishing itself at once
For failing heretofore to see
The power of decision 
In the mind that chooses to be free

Arise, arise, and hearken to
The deepest truth you cannot bear,
That rising through your choice for darkness,
Waking through a chorus fair

Succumbing to the glorious song
Angelic harmonies become
The coalescence of the soul 
Divided from the precious One

The sacrosanct, the chiming bell
That in each soul will ever sing
To welcome hearts that ache 
To witness to its clear and gentle ring

The call to dive within the soul
To taste the pleasures sweet and deep,
That humble minds can slide within
Its wealth of treasures here to reap

And rising, as the phoenix
In its mighty wings the power be,
To recognise illusions 
And to let the mind soar free

No fight is heard, no struggle won
For as you turn and look behind,
You recognise the past is gone
All are released, the things of time

From here within the instant
Of such powerful clarity,
The wisdom of your rising heart
Takes root within your majesty

The Lion’s Heart

As the sky splits open to reveal your soul

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You are the light that burns in me
The lantern blazing through the dream
You are the peace humility
Can recognise and rest within

You are the great expansive mind
That wreaks a wildish havoc home
Unravelling the dearth of time
And glistening upon the throne

That opens as I gaze upon
The beauty that is not your realm
But feels as though it’s splitting to
Succumb to that which lies beyond

You are the peace that pulls me
To the deepest place within my heart
That opens me to caverns
Where I hid the painful, searing, dark

You are the fire that burns within
That draws me to your fireside
The ocean that I dive within
To find the things I’d hoped to hide

You purify the restless cawing
Cackling realms of graceless hell
And raise them up through tundras
To the sunshine on the shining swell

And as the sky with stars of gold
Decrees your shining constant light
Splits open to reveal your soul
I am beheld with blessed sight

And in your wholly loving gaze
I stand redeemed, re-graced, untamed
But gentle in your presence
As the lion’s heart regained

I stand within your wholeness
And I love what you have done
I am forever blessed in you
Your holy light, your son

Of Sound, and of Silence

A moment of recognising wholeness and peace, with complete gratitude

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The help is more available than the pain
This strikes me as I listen today
After spending some time letting words flow onto the page
The fearful mind has been exposed and witnessed to, and now it can be still
The help appears: available to me in my mind
Perfect in its simplicity, glorious in its breadth
Its breath moves through me and I recognise its melody
Resting in each pause with a true master’s understanding
Of sound, and of silence

Rest — internal, graceful
What is my lesson today?
What do I need to understand? 
Where in my mind, in your mind, will you take me today?
This fiction is a classroom for the evolution of my soul
The rest appears; the help is the rest
The peace that passeth understanding every instant but now
I open into gratitude as the past is released into half-remembered patterns
Of sound, and of silence

The world itself is opening within my heart
There is nothing outside of the self I am in you
Everything is releasing and everything is available
All help, all rest, all peace, it is available to me now
You are the master that knows only giving all to all
You the one with perfect grace, perfect understanding
You the only path worth walking in the dreaming of this world
In the dreaming of colour and of darkness
Of sound, and of silence

Drenched in Peace

Saturated to the gentle depths of an endless love

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I whisper on the seeds of an open, wild night to my dearest love, far beyond the body of this form.

He welcomes and engulfs me, circling above before diving within, taking root in the deepest nature of my being.

Here I am, mysterious generosity that gives me to myself in you.

I am a whole part of your belonging. I inherently become my own deepest need, fulfilled.

Palpable presence, the physical becomes vibration, body form dissolved.

The richness of your gratitude embalms my ancient grievance and releases the mind that had been desperately waiting to be released.

Explosions of gently unfolding magnificence. I am saturated, drenched in peace beyond conceptual thought, beyond the world of time.

I will see you here again, my perfect love of wholesome gratitude; the Self that is but singular yet never alone.

I will see you here, beyond my forms of solitude, and I will love you every moment in between, see your perfect translation of perception, and feel the perfect comfort of your course, your onward river’s flow.

I will love you, infinitely, eternally, with the love that in this moment of gentle surrender you have given to me.

You are my one, true, perfect, joyful, all-encompassing, love.

The Fire

A prose poem burning in my heart!

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When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot start but to flame all the folly you’ve conjured apart from the glory of peace in its thunderous roar and its pounding of waves on its silent shores

When the shadows you’d painted have cracked to the core all the canvases broken in heaps on the floor and the fire tears through them and rids them of form and the anger you’d felt is released and transformed

And the world that you see is a phoenix, a dawn, that rises from ashes, remoulded, re-born, but by hands that are sacred and know how to heal, by a mind that’s awakened and knows how to feel from the depths of its heart an infinite joy that creates in the wake of the love it employs

When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot rise, but to purge all the memories you’d deigned to baptise but will gratefully offer up to take their part as they whisper the seeds of a glorious new start

Indivisible

A lesson received from a palm tree on a wholly beautiful night

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Precious union
One Mind speaking
To me or from me?
No distance
Indivisible

A voice within the mind
Addressing itself
But from far beyond
It’s tiny walls of self
And yet itself still

Larger
Infinite in magnitude
Wholly inclusive
Everything

The recognition
That we address each other
Simultaneously
With the same words

Undifferentiated
Subjective
All within
Infinite in capacity
Unencumbered

Graceful
Gorgeous
Pure
Indivisible