Here, Just Being Here and Hearing Love

[Guest guest]

Those adorable harbingers of dawn are singing again,

and they always do just sing the thing we all are singing.

They sing and maybe say, "Hey! Look about you

You Darling Children of the Light approaching even Now."

Now is the Moment of Love surrendering Its Dark Beauty,

surrendering Its Bright Night Heart to Day, and Oh!

the Play of Consciousness upon this vastness

and the Play of One become the Everything, and this smallness!

i am the smallness of the Immensity Being only Love in form.

Such ways to say the Love we Are, it says ItSelf each Dawning.

Where is that dear dog i hear so far away, yet sounding so near?

Does he hear the Love expounding all about the doggie shout?

What can be said and what cannot be said of Love, All of It,

It says we are the Play and we are being Played and this,

THIS Is the Play we all romp about along and in and as That One.

Love is the cloak we try to invoke as our very Nakedness Now.

Taking the Hand of Love and being taken into the Palm of This,

i lie alone and fully thrown into the burning Heart of That!

But what IS That we so often say when we make a play of knowing.

i give up the ghost who would ever boast of knowing anything.

What cannot be said of this is just a miss of getting Love On.

Love gets so daringly Ecstatic when these tiny bird folk do invoke,

and they DO Invoke the Call of the One who's Calling us Home.

And where is Home but in the Heart, the Heart of each and everyone.

Whatever can i say or never say of This Love, it will remain alive.

Alive and Breathing into Being everything, so Yes, everything Is Love.

With this Kiss of God being shot into this Heart this morn,

i can only say that the Play has become the Player being Played!

When was it ever any less than this, this the Playing of God as Love.

And we are that Love and we bring that Love and we seek that Love.

Love alone is Its Only Companion on this, and into this Day Dawning.

i hear a spear of grass awakening and becoming a Born-again Buddha.

Might i be so awakened as to know my own smallness near this blade.

Piercing the heart of Love and being pierced by my Beloved's eyes,

i send and am sent into a Somewhere of Something moving inside me.

Moving even slightly from the Center and the Heartland, i stand,

i stand in Bewildered Awe, and Effulgence still does its thing in me.

What gift can i ever give to give what has been given from the Heart?

Nothing is ever enough but it is the stuff that dreams are made of.

i am dreaming that God has unshod my clod of a heartbeat singing,

and maybe today the One will say, as i Now Say with full Delight -

 

i trust You to kill me.

I Trust You to Kill Me.

 

Killing the last little struggling beast of what is crying,

i feast on the very Heart of Love, and Darling, Mashuq, my Love,

You Are That Festival and Holiday Feasting being fed to me, as That!

Lifted into this Tenderness forming i form a word and cannot say It.

So i say and say and even say again to Love, This Love We Are Now -

 

i trust You to Kill me.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

So i say and say and even say again to Love, This Love We Are Now -

i trust You to Kill me.

Your words make my eyes roll and my heart dance...somewhere there is a

child laughing ecstatically and I cannot prevent it...

Love,

Blessings,

Zenbob