Yes-Born

[Guest guest]

Newborn and naked slaking the thirst

of the sunlight that's saying "faithful and faithless,"

these clouds moving across the mind

dissolve to reveal the singular solar eclipse eclipsing

this moment and revealing there's no obeying

or disobedience in the uncertainty of the hour

of death.

What is IS.

As it is now.

i remain actionless inside the action

of acting out this story unfolding

as this Love and energy commingling

its Light with the last

breath i ever take

and saying "Yes!"

 

Wednesday Night

 

 

You can make preferences when

you know there's no preference.

In fact, you do,

Regardless

 

This is something

we've noticed about You,

Beloved.

 

There are these times always now

when the world, infused with interior

natural light, becomes such tenderness

heart open expansion, awe and wonder

tears brimming, this very world!

Let's say right off

 

"This Love!"

 

we never remember much

when it's always happening:

 

the smiling old man, blissfully pushing

the wheeled throne of his best friends --

happy dog, happy food -- we pass

to go shopping, barely able to drive

down this street anymore without

pulling over to catch our breath,

takes our breath away, barely

caught from a momentary

glance in our mutual direction,

Beloved seeing only Beloved,

we're standing by, taking random

notes for poems by not thinking

twice about it, how could we?

..

Then the children, images in

slow motion, arrive at the corner,

wait for the light, begin crossing

the street with their bikes, we make a

gentle left turn, we recognize that

we are not in the other world any longer,

we are here, but there's no boundary on

what that is, you say Zikr, this

works fine for me!

 

"Jesus Christ!"

you hear me say, yes

i love Jesus

who could not?

 

Jai! Jai!

Jesus Christ –

 

doesn't everything taste delicious!

 

There is a kind of knowing that

fills up the whole body, of which

mind is not even a serious player,

of which there is only mind, but it

is Big Mind!

 

Big Big Mind!

 

Vastness!

 

Oh, Beloved!

That is You,

You Are That!

 

I Am That!

 

We Are That!

 

Even stopping here would be

an after-thought, instantly

rendered as moth to bug screen

in the languid summer night,

promises of the completely

unexpected the content & continuity

of form formed as this, this

that we walk through, these

midnights in Martinez,

intoxicated with the

mysterious eccentricity of

Love's Suicide.

 

We have never been anything

other than This Yes to

dying into life,

never!

 

How could we,

who chooses?

 

How could i not

Love You?

 

My eyes fall upon objects,

but i have no eyes.

 

i walk through a door

Home from work,

inhale the incense of

your conscious seva,

taste your lips, not i

but lips tasting lips,

liking lips to lips, touching

without hands, so ecstatic

in this embrace, thrilled to

let It Play, and

Grateful!

 

Shivallah!

we say,

 

Shivallah!

we say.

 

Shivallah!

 

Shivallah!

 

Shivallah!

 

You are the Dancer!

 

You are the Dance!

 

You are the Dancing!

 

Some say

The Three Poisons,

 

some remain quiet.

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b