Here Is Where

[Guest guest]

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.