At Any Given Moment

[Guest guest]

At any given moment

we are waltzing

to the edge of infinity

if we can imagine

that imaginary place,

that edge of non-existence,

or existence as we know it now,

and knowing that we enter into

the Heart of Nowhere and fall

everywhere at once as

Light breaking

into the Horizon.

Oh Horizonless One!

hurrying me Homeward,

ever-Homeless,

even now

i weep for this.

 

Will, reason,

caring about not caring,

the illness of Love

sustains the Heart like

some mysterious medicine -

both cure and sickness.

Grace is what we gargle on

when we swallow fear

and pride, and Beloved,

we are the cure

for what ails us.

As i speak into Your Heart now

i can only hear God listening.

Hunting that pleasure,

that delirious intoxication

leaves me speechless

and nearly comatose

in this Dance we do.

Paradox! i Dance as i sleep!

i am stumbling into

the Heart of Your

HeartSong

Dancing us...

 

Dancing Us.

 

i was born dead Darling Heart.

Dawn never comes for it

has never risen,

will never go,

and i am not saying this right.

While i am able Dearest,

let me hold you

in the Light streaming

from the dead and dying.

i live in That.

 

Dancing past all hope,

all cares and concerns that

the Maestro might begin again

with a new tune i do not know,

i surrender to your embrace.

You support my existence.

And yet my Love,

we do not exist.

Stretching like some

supine and silly

cosmic cat of clarity,

i travel endlessly to

the door of Your Heart where

the Dance never ever ends.

Now, Dance with me, you Fool!

 

 

 

 

"Just cry out one unobstructed cry." *

 

At a point in that crying for Beloved

without obstruction, two voices may

so collude as ours that

then there is just crying, and

the end of crying, and

that which continues on, unobstructed

by any cry or end of cry,

Beloved.

 

This is a form of Advaita uncommonly encountered.

It is also known as life.

 

It is suspect to the Traditionalist as a result,

who, dreaming in the past, may have not

encountered it, even though it is only

what's living now with no past, no future as

this, life, the space of awareness itself, expressing

infinitely in variation, yet never changing,

Timeless.

 

It is neither dual nor non-dual, and forever a puzzle

to the comparative mind that would like to know it, judge it,

devour, digest it and then continue on in search of more, as if

one taste is not enough to drown in –

Happily!

 

In fact, there is no Advaita, except what is

attributed to the concept by the very mechanism

it would transcend

(and of course it's such a lovely-

sounding word!).

 

There are uncountable Advaitists roaming

through our own bloodstreams right now, doing

what they came to do, the thing about blood,

the Perfect Dharma.

 

Performing miracles beyond comprehension,

each one of us opens our eyes or stays asleep.

 

Everything orchestrates itself in this waltz, and

is already gone by the time perception references it.

 

What use is the quest to become real

in the midst of these endless synchronicities?

 

We walk together, and arrive home at the same time.

When we sit down to eat, we enjoy the food.

 

A raccoon sits on my cathode ray tube,

a lizard's perched on yours.

 

You put some Raisinetts in my empty hand –

just the right amount.

 

Is it any wonder

the universe rejoices?

 

We pray to no Blue Fairy to make us real, nor

search for some place where

dreams are born.

 

You always stand where the story ends,

here upon my chest, dancing

Happily, Smiling.

 

We never fell in love.

We have always loved each other.

 

God takes up where

God leaves off.

 

"God can do such things!" **

 

Tomorrow

August 30th is

Krishna's Birthday --

 

Happy Birthday, Baby Krishna,

Happy Birthday,

Baby!

 

 

 

* Lalla

** Hafiz

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b

 

 

 

(Gassho, Tykal!)