Humboldt Nights

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Call it a compulsion, call it a drive,

but nighttime calls me to go walking outside.

 

This mountain that sits right across the river,

it speaks silently about Primordial Peace to me.

 

It sounds so silently like our Zenless Zen teacher.

There is only this Peace that sits outside time,

and it sits inside the thought of time,

and i sit inside this Peace

sitting outside of time,

sitting inside of You,

inside Your Heart that's Timeless.

 

Aware of the mountain being aware of me,

we flow in time again watching one another,

waiting for You, we watch the Inner-Moon

move across the dark Night-sky,

Aware we are timelessly standing here

waiting for You.

 

This mountain and i, we wait for You,

waiting in time, for time to pass

into timelessness,

and that is had with Only You my Love,

just You, and maybe Guruji,

and That is not even like

OUR timelessness in time.

 

Back inside this Moment again,

aware of it and never having left It,

this time i see so much all around me.

i see a bank of Cypress trees,

bowing across the roadway,

reaching with feathered fingertips,

cypress-tips of greenery-green,

a stretching of pine-like palms

across my pathway,

blessing me, blessing you,

blessing us, blessing Love.

 

i feel like the entire grove of Cypress

is pronaming, fully prostrating,

branches clasped to hardwood heart

and saying, "Namaste Mazie...

Namaste Robert..." and then,

i say with the utmost Reverence,

i say, "Namaste Beloved."

Greetings from my Glad-Heart tonight,

as we walk along together.

 

Heart of Honey is all i have right now,

no Fire, no Flame, no Funeral-Pyre tonight.

 

Oh, but Oh! This Nectared Honey-Heart

is such the Sweetest One, so Sweet!

It speaks with languages born

from Lover's lips that Kissed,

Lips that Kissed with blossoms red,

with Honeysuckle, with Roses,

with every Fragrant petaled-mouth of Love,

this Heart is Fragrance Itself, Original.

 

This Hearted Home is Only Essence

of Jasmine from Shiva and Shakti,

The Attar, the Musk of Their mating

Are these Garland-wrapped

beating Blood veins in me.

 

Vining so Crimsonly,

calling so heart-rendingly,

There will never be a stop to Falling further,

Falling into the Mystery of Falling Itself,

such a misunderstood occurrence!

 

If they only knew what That really meant!

For so many countless aeons we have traveled.

We have found ourselves in the warp and woof of time.

We have willingly wandered around as Minstrels,

singing the platitudes of Love and Joy,

of living in the Moment and Laughter,

of the very same Beatitudes as Jesus told us,

we were those little children sitting on His knee,

and we have given up everything for Love,

for untold incarnations

we have sought one another out, again,

and again, and again, and now, yet again.

 

i walked with You tonight my Darling.

i wandered along this rivered road,

this mountain-clasped haven of Peace.

 

There were fig trees bending over me,

trying to give me their fruit for a touch.

i touched them as if it were your face before me.

i wouldn't take their precious figlets,

for they were gifts for God, and i had just,

had just been so close to my Beloved One.

 

i needed no offerings, for I Am the Offering.

There were blackberry vines lifting their limbs.

They held out in their thorny hands such blossoms!

These blossoms were already half-fruited!

i held their hands and thanked them! Gratitude!

 

Beloved Heart, Darling One,

it's so simple it makes me laugh.

 

i only have to Love You.

You only have to Love me.

We only have to Love God.

The circle is complete, my Beloved,

my Beautiful, Beloved One!

We've met the challenge,

we've become what we Are.

We Are Love Loving As Us.

"Right here - exactly where you are"

Be Free. Yes, Darling.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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