Wind-Tree

[Guest guest]

It is time. Time to do the one thing

That you thought you could not do.

To be the root of the earth

And to be the sky tree of creation.

Its time to know there is no time -

Yet there is time to grow -

Even though you are perfect

And need no time to be as you are.

Time to be forever young

In the green leaf of your song.

Imagine you are only imagination -

To see the possibility in every thought,

And yet,

Not be that thought

But be the unseen singer

Who spins the cosmos of you

Into words, music and silent listening.

Imagine an image of your divinity

And to fall in love with not only that -

The majestic thought behind that.

Imagine you are the dance of God.

To see that hand

Shaping all that you do -

To love that hand as your own

Until by constant kissing of those fingers

Your lips and that hand disappear into each other

As One.

It is time to pray -

But not to pray in a box of confession,

Nor pray in a community that is too small.

For the secret of prayer

Is that it is not yours, but Gods.

Be a wind-tree.

A tree that is wind

Moving the sky branches of creation.

A wind that is a tree of earth manifestation.

Not a prayer that is one or the other - But both in one.

The heart of humanity is a vortex of creation.

It is our wonder and our resurrection

To be this destiny written in the stars.

For it is our honor to be starlight.

And our kismet is to be this astronomy

Of our soul chart in the one spirit

That makes of us, the gaze of God

In the universe of light we explore.

We are the connection of meaning to creation,

For the cosmos of all possibility is birthed within.

The grass of all forms is also the tree.

All flesh is grass,

But that grass has a life in the One Self.

Nothing is more ubiquitous or resilient than grass

When it is known to be the Self in all things.

It contains air, water and earth

As the emblem of spirit -

And so it is life itself.

The embodiment of consciousness,

As the sheath of Gods urgency

Rising in the arteries

Of green manifestation.....

To flower in existence

Be the blossom of your life -

It is your own flowering that opens God.

What can be so still

That it lays unseen and unheard

Yet is the movement of all things?

If you unwind your heart

God comes to smile on you beyond time.

Hush.

God holds our hearts today,

Speak with Her lips

The way Jesus taught us,

When we were his voice

In the tree of his life.

It is all done with.

The road to joy

Enters every heart

By the window we open

In each other.

Spirit talking is like this.

The wind plays through the tree canopy

And the leaves begin to talk the language of the wind.

The wind-tree listens to the one voice

And does not question the speaker.

Real communion is a happening in the same space.

Each moment can be a discourse of the deaf,

Or a divine honeymoon.

A living marriage.

The art of listening

Is to express the sound of this love

With one tongue.

The mouth and the ear are joined

By the same channel of spirit.

Both are its opening.

The heart is a wind-tree

With its roots in a well of presence.

Its body is transmission.

Its branches are estuaries that join

To a river of universal invocation.

A fluency of love.

This communion is one

With the wind-tree of the soul.

Like the river and the river bed -

Both one with the sky-ocean.

This flow of holy communion never began

And nor can it end.

For the tree of its life passes through the world

Like the wind through the grass.

The grass dances

Because the wind has made its home within it also

And so this dance is the wind-tree.

A wind-tree does not need to learn a language

That it understands already.

Yet there is a secret.

It is a turning of the mind-bud

Into clear sky

That can convey meaning

Without the distorting idea of difference.

This way, there is only light in the tree

And no echoing shadow.

No tree and no wind - Just wind-tree.

Silence clears the mind

When thoughts become carriers of silence.

The silence is the speaking and the listening.

A voice will vibrate the ear of the air,

And speak its meaning in you instantly.

You are in-tune with the tune

That is your happening in God.

How long will you stand

Between the waves and the shore,

Listening to the cry of seabirds in the wind,

When the wind thirsts for you to fly with it?

Nothing grows old

In the light of this attending,

Nothing grows stale in your poem

Of this present and tangible reality.

We are loves

Intercourse of awakenings.

Loves wind-tree.

It is time.

Time to unlearn our awkward steps

And to dance in the root and branch

Of the tree of this one life.

Even thinking of -This or That

Is one step away from Is.

Yet one step away

Is an intimate dance for lovers

That can be the foreplay

Of a lovers union.

It is time to be

Only this wind-tree of the Self.

Here, in the living moment

There is no sleeping and no awakening.

How could there be?

This brief kiss of mortality,

Is your poems identity.

An expression within perfect unity.

Never born - Never died.

Never to end.

A wave upon an infinite sea

Of everlasting Light.

The Beloved knows Herself

Within you, and longs to read

your love poems.

Become within Her now,

Her poetry must sing.........

love

eric

________________