RE: Here Is Where

[Guest guest]

Thanks for this Robert! This is great stuff. I shortened your poem to give

it an umph!

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The surrender that can be done is

not true surrender.

 

This Love floods out of nowhere,

sweeping the little leaves of

belief and identity along in a

current of cool forgetfulness,

gentle drowning in the swirling

fluidity of watery simplicity,

This Love.

 

The need for meaning

drops away in the bliss of

Remembrance, Remembrance

prior to the arising of anything at all,

of any being, bird, or blessedness.

 

Alone.

 

Only.

 

The search for God

consumed by the God Who

cannot be sought, cannot be found.

Who Is. I Am. This. Alone. Only.

 

 

Here is where

we always meet -

 

Heart-pierced.

 

in this Silence.

 

Here is where

This Love is real.

 

 

 

 

hrtbeat7 [hrtbeat7]

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 4:48 PM

Here Is Where

 

I have been drunk

for as long as I can remember.

 

I stagger through these dreamy realms,

clouds and sun alternating,

unnoticed, unbidden.

 

There is no impediment

for the mayflies swarming

around my dizziness, drunk as

I am, drunk as they are on the

intoxication of this Mystery.

 

Oh well...

 

You might ask a question now

for which I have no answer.

 

Whoever I think I am -

whatever I thought I was --

that is what disappears.

 

It is not happy,

not sad.

 

There is a fine line where

the sky touches the ocean.

 

It appears to be a line.

 

There really is no line.

 

This doesn't belong to anyone,

it doesn't occur to anyone.

 

The surrender that can be done is

not true surrender.

 

This Love floods out of nowhere,

sweeping the little leaves of

belief and identity along in a

current of cool forgetfulness,

gentle drowning in the swirling

fluidity of watery simplicity,

This Love.

 

One can stop pretending to be

other than What Is -

This Love --

naked and innocent,

Happy without any

reason for Happiness.

 

Lately all these costumes

seem to slip off

of their own accord.

 

Heart-pierced.

 

Aimless.

 

All is getting done,

mysteriously.

 

Like melting snow in warming

Spring stream swooning,

the fascination with any destiny

dissolves in the flow -

gradually,

timed to a perfection beyond

mind's comprehension.

 

In the letting go, something

approaches a transparency.

 

The sense of independence,

the perfume of some separate self-sense,

sifts, wafts, and weaves within the

full embrace of awareness,

of limitless space -

changing perpetually,

in harmony with

simple circumstance.

 

The need for meaning

drops away in the bliss of

Remembrance, Remembrance

prior to the arising of anything at all,

of any being, bird, or blessedness.

 

Alone.

 

Only.

 

The search for God

consumed by the God Who

cannot be sought, cannot be found.

Who Is. I Am. This. Alone. Only.

 

 

Here is where

we always meet -

 

in this Silence.

 

Here is where

This Love is real.

 

 

 

 

/join

 

 

 

 

All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside

back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness.

Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is

where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal

Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously

arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.

 

 

 

Your use of is subject to

[Guest guest]

, "Harsha" wrote:

> Thanks for this Robert!

 

 

....Dear Brother,

 

God Is Gracious, and i am but a feather on Her Breath, the Breath of

the Beautiful One, the One Who is living us now, pumping our blood,

shattering our quaint notions and Kissing us into Freedom, the Heart,

the One i recognize in every spinning molecule as nothing but the

Dancing Joy of the Great One, Who appears as every being, bird, and

blessedness, Who leaves us headless with the swift Sword of Her

Unaccountable Compassion, Who Outshines any lack of Humor with Her

Heart-bursting Smile, the Smile i see on my Darling's Face, the Face

of God, the One Who is looking out of every pair of eyes, the One

Whose Eyes grant the Vision of Divine, the Unspeakable, for Whom all

of our songs are flowers at Her Feet, the Victorious One, Triumphant,

birth and death swallowed up in Her Song, the Song that sings all

life into being, the One Who stands motionless upon my chest,

Voluptuous in Her Naked Radiance, my head a trinket on Her Belt, my

heart forever swooned in Her Embrace, Her Face, This Face so

unbearably Beautiful, This Love that we Are, that Is, Only, Always!

God Is Gracious! Yes, my Dear Friend! Yes, Always!