Mirabai Moves Mountains

[Guest guest]

Every word of Love

for her Beloved Krishna

is thou and i exploring

as One Song born along

on the Perpetual Delight

of Light.

Now

or then

or when

or where -

 

Sweet murmured mouthings of the One.

 

Broken-open in a Gladness that knows not why,

i am lifted

under the shoulder of the Lion of Love!

It takes my Heart

and begins to Devour It Devoutly,

and Devotion to the Moment unfolds

as This Poignancy Pointing to the Heart.

To be eaten

and consumed

by the Hungry Hearted Lion -

 

The Lion of Blissful Annihilation into -

 

"Thou Art That!"

 

Belovedness

and Breathlessness

and Deathlessness,

 

All One lifting

of the Mountain of Desire to crumble in.

Caving in on ItSelf,

Implosion of the HeartLand into Desolation -

 

Sweet and Swept-Clean -

 

This Desolation of the Heart.

 

What can the mountain ever ask,

as it is the Askance asking

for Nothing

from anything

or anyone,

and as Joshu Sasaki Roshi speaks to us, saying -

 

Ha! Hahaha!

 

We fall into the Ringing Clarity

of That Sweet Laughter.

The Laughter resounds around This -

 

We seek no clarification from This Informing Heart.

The OneHeart is,

It IS the Clarification of ItSelf!

The Buddha has Charmed the Sky and said from Roshi -

>From the Grand Immensity,

 

i Am the Laughter falling forever

as Light,

as Soundless Mirth Marveling

at everything

in Perpetuity.

 

It never ends!

 

Mira is Now

and we are then,

then as Now,

Zen the slaughtered

sacred Cow of Conundrums,

and All Is As It Is,

 

Now.

 

Now

or then

and when is the Kin

to parting the Paradox

of any seeming separation.

Krishna is culling Sweet Peaches from us

to toss into His River of Bliss!

 

Peaches Perching on Paradise's Platter

of Planetary Perfection,

positing positivity and negativity

as One Sound Sounding aloud

as Thou and i Art That!

No Thou,

no i,

no Sky to fly into.

 

The Moment has lifted into Awe.

Ah Darling Love,

Awe is but a single Tear of Buddha saying -

 

"O! Lord of my Ego,

You do not exist!

You Are Pure illusion!"

 

And Mara meandered off,

and into the Everlasting Essence.

 

Bright Bright Bright.

The Light is never less,

never rests,

never guesses a Moment

about anything anywhere

as being less than Effulgence Eternal!

 

Rumi knew a thing or two.

Then he tossed That

into the River of Shams!

 

OneBeingFloatingForeverInBlissfulAwareness.

 

Being Being Being.

 

Beloved One,

 

Beautiful Lover of Love ItSelf,

 

Bring the mountain down

and begin the dissolution into That!

Raise the stakes and make the leap!

 

Leap with i into Everlastingness!

Ah, Darling, we always knew,

did we not, eh?

 

This day, as Rumi said in song,

is this, just This -

 

"I placed one foot on the wide plain

of death, and some grand

immensity sounded on emptiness.

 

I have felt nothing ever

like the wild wonder of that moment."

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

<sraddha54@h...> wrote:

<hrtbeat7> wrote:

 

 

Every word of Love

for her Beloved Krishna

is thou and i exploring

as One Song born along

on the Perpetual Delight

of Light.

Now

or then

or when

or where -

 

Sweet murmured mouthings of the One.

 

Broken-open in a Gladness that knows not why,

i am lifted

under the shoulder of the Lion of Love!

It takes my Heart

and begins to Devour It Devoutly,

and Devotion to the Moment unfolds

as This Poignancy Pointing to the Heart.

To be eaten

and consumed

by the Hungry Hearted Lion -

 

The Lion of Blissful Annihilation into -

 

"Thou Art That!"

 

Belovedness

and Breathlessness

and Deathlessness,

 

All One lifting

of the Mountain of Desire to crumble in.

Caving in on ItSelf,

Implosion of the HeartLand into Desolation -

 

Sweet and Swept-Clean -

 

This Desolation of the Heart.

 

What can the mountain ever ask,

as it is the Askance asking

for Nothing

from anything

or anyone,

and as Joshu Sasaki Roshi speaks to us, saying -

 

Ha! Hahaha!

 

We fall into the Ringing Clarity

of That Sweet Laughter.

We seek no clarification from This Informing Heart.

The OneHeart is,

It IS the Clarification of ItSelf!

The Buddha has Charmed the Sky and said from Roshi -

>From the Grand Immensity,

 

i Am the Laughter falling forever

as Light,

as Soundless Mirth Marveling

at everything

in Perpetuity.

 

It never ends!

 

Mira is Now

and we are then,

then as Now,

Zen the slaughtered

sacred Cow of Conundrums,

and All Is As It Is,

 

Now.

 

Now

or then

and when is the Kin

to parting the Paradox

of any seeming separation.

Krishna is culling Sweet Peaches from us

to toss into His River of Bliss!

 

Peaches Perching on Paradise's Platter

of Planetary Perfection,

positing positivity and negativity

as One Sound Sounding aloud

as Thou and i Art That!

No Thou,

no i,

no Sky to fly into.

 

The Moment has lifted into Awe.

Ah Darling Love,

Awe is but a single Tear of Buddha saying -

 

"O! Lord of my Ego,

You do not exist!

You Are Pure illusion!"

 

And Mara meandered off,

and into the Everlasting Essence.

 

Bright Bright Bright.

The Light is never less,

never rests,

never guesses a Moment

about anything anywhere

as being less than Effulgence Eternal!

 

Rumi knew a thing or two.

Then he tossed That

into the River of Shams!

 

OneBeingFloatingForeverInBlissfulAwareness.

 

Being Being Being.

 

Beloved One,

 

Beautiful Lover of Love ItSelf,

 

Bring the mountain down

and begin the dissolution into That!

Raise the stakes and make the leap!

 

Leap with i into Everlastingness!

Ah, Darling, we always knew,

did we not, eh?

 

This day, as Rumi said in song,

is this, just This -

 

"I placed one foot on the wide plain

of death, and some grand

immensity sounded on emptiness.

 

I have felt nothing ever

like the wild wonder of that moment."

 

 

)))))The laughter resounds around this:

 

There is nothing outside of us --

it is all within.

 

Looking within,

there is no boundary marking

within from without.

 

Laughing, the ghost of the host

shimmers in the twilight of

these floating worlds and

bowing bids adieu.

 

A secret once was shared

between us:

 

"The way we make love

is the way

God will be with us."

 

Love is making us

as God, my Darling!

Love is making us as God!

 

Only clear being abides

in the aftermath of our

falling.

 

Krishna creeps up on our

twined bliss to marvel at

His own reflection,

leaving peaches by our bed.

 

We crush Prasad between our hips,

amrita running down our legs,

 

pooling, spreading,

peopling places undreamed with

the purposelessness of bliss,

places parched for the

nectar of annihilation,

the sweetness of falling within,

becoming dewdrop at dawn,

evaporating.

 

"Dance Lalla,

with nothing on but air!

Sing Lalla,

wearing the sky!

Look at this glowing day --

what clothes could be more beautiful?"

 

You come to me,

naked as this dawn,

redolent with the bouquet of

the Jasmine Garden where

Shiva and Shakti

welcomed us between their breasts,

between the inhalation and the exhalation of

their serene passion, thrilling

to the crazy jazz improvisations

riffing on the intimate breeze of our

open laughter!

 

We give it up, like

Goodwill donations from the family

of the dead woman.

Someone may want these clothes,

someone may put them on and

get the cardiac surprise --

 

there is nothing,

nothing!

 

Nothing but a poem

crumpled in a pocket.

 

They open it and read.

 

It says:

 

"Breathe"

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b