Category Archives: Poetry & Prose

meeting every moment

Waking up is about meeting every moment, fully and authentically, as it arises – regardless of the content of the moment. It is often totally unnecessary to think about the moment, though thinking may be happening in the moment (and thinking can be met just as readily as anything else that appears to be happening in each moment).

Meet each moment without filters (or only as filtered as necessary to not be put in a nuthouse; you’ll know what this means as you meet each moment).

Meet each moment in the same way a newborn child might meet its first experience of physical pain – with a wince and perhaps a wail.

Meet each moment as that same child might hungrily meet the first taste of its mother’s milk, or responds to her warm embrace.

Meet each moment wide open, as if you invited it to be exactly as it is, because you did.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~Rumi

so, what are you?

I am the kingdom that you seek,
the simple truth that words can’t speak.
I am the Buddha’s silent vow,
and every question asking how.
Within all shapes and in-between,
I am the space that rests unseen.
I am the spark engulfing mind,
the noticer, you’ll never find.
With inquiry, you’ll find what’s true,
I am this breath that breathes as you.

I am the stars, I am the sky,
I am the life that cannot die.
I am this word that came and passed,
like a sound in time, that cannot last.
I am the now, I am what’s here,
and every thought, that’s seen so clear.
I am the love, I am the light,
I am the dark that’s burning bright.
I am the grace, I am the heart,
I am what can’t be pulled apart.
I am the trees, I am the birds,
I am the dream that reads these words.
I am the war, I am the peace,
and all resolve, when choices cease.
I am the joy, I am the dance,
of temporary circumstance.

I am the all, I am the one,
the truth that is, when all is done.
I am the life, just passing through,
and what remains – so, what are you?

~Matt Kahn

the wind

I am a pipe the wind blows through,
Be still, it is the wind that sings.
The course of my life and the things that I do
And the seeming false and the seeming true
Are the tune of the wind that neither knows
Good and ill, nor joys and woes.
But the ultimate awe is deeper yet
Than song or pipe or storm;
For pipe and tune are the formless wind
That seemed for a while to take form.
And words are good to escape from words
And strife to escape from strife,
But silence drinks in all the waves
Of song and death and life

~Arthur Osborne

hokusai says

Hokusai says Look carefully.
He says pay attention, notice.
He says keep looking, stay curious.
He says there is no end to seeing.

He says Look Forward to getting old.
He says keep changing,
you just get more who you really are.
He says get stuck, accept it, repeat yourself
as long as it’s interesting.

He says keep doing what you love.
He says keep praying.
He says every one of us is a child,
every one of us is ancient,
every one of us has a body.
He says every one of us is frightened.
He says every one of us has to find a way to live with fear.

He says everything is alive –
shells, buildings, people, fish, mountains, trees.
Wood is alive.
Water is alive.
Everything has its own life.
Everything lives inside us.
He says live with the world inside you.

He says it doesn’t matter if you draw, or write books.
It doesn’t matter if you saw wood, or catch fish.
It doesn’t matter if you sit at home
and stare at the ants on your verandah
or the shadows of the trees
and grasses in your garden.

It matters that you care.
It matters that you feel.
It matters that you notice.
It matters that life lives through you.

Contentment is life living through you.
Joy is life living through you.
Satisfaction and strength
are life living through you.
Peace is life living through you.

He says don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid.
Look, feel, let life take you by the hand.
Let life live through you.

~Roger Keyes

on love

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when
his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound
you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as
the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until
you are pliant; and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread
for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and
in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor
into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but
not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor
would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of
God. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs
your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy.

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon
your lips.

~Kahlil Gibran