trees are prasing

[Guest guest]

Across this valley by the sea

great winds blow up and everything

breaks into ecstatic praise -

green needles, leafy fronds,

flags pointing the way

to the monastery of the sacred

chicken man,

children peering skyward

from their bedroom windows

at the moon,

everything everywhere

in some inexplicable Bliss

brought about by the rising

sensation in the Heart

of some unexplainably delightful Happiness,

a happiness so overwhelming,

so profoundly filled with Joy

that these beings,

these beings just being open,

fully Fragrantly standing about

with their Hearts wide-open

are utterly waylaid, wiped-out

at the Beauty, the Heart-breaking

 

Beauty

 

 

of God.

 

 

i turn to my Beloved Darling

and i see he has tears streaming

down his other-worldly lit face,

and i am drawn to him,

drawn even closer into the Love

i feel pouring from his Heart

into mine and the ecstasy,

the awful unspeakable Awe

i felt and feel now

to realize

how blessed

i am.

 

The moon's brightness increased

last night when it watched us,

watched the Light streaming

from our OneHeart

into God's

and back

to Its Source,

back inside Beloved

pressed into Beloved

as Love merging

with Wisdom.

 

We are the Cause.

We are Causeless.

 

Because we live in the Heart

as what never ends and

what never had beginning,

we are Beloved's Brightness

waxing in the Light

of Remembrance.

 

Funny we could have forgotten, eh Mashuq?

 

 

)))) Only in Remembrance, Beloved,

are forgetting and remembering

forgotten.

 

It might be as simple as

a glance, a

chuckle,

and as mysterious --

 

the way we're feeling now

when we're feeling all the way

into the mystery of feeling,

just now, just

feeling, feeling,

within boundless spaciousness,

boundless spaciousness

infinite feeling,

comet of sensing within sensing,

become the vast it streaks through,

flashing like lightning to perception,

yes already gone between a blink,

the blink I cascade down in a tear,

a glance, perhaps a chuckle,

if it's been that kind of day,

across this valley by the sea

where great winds blow up and everything

breaks into ecstatic praise and

two children peer from their bedroom window,

clutched in warm embrace, embrace of the night,

awaiting the dawn, and the dying into it –

the light of Remembrance,

always brightly shining,

come what may.

 

Yes, but how they love the moon's

reflection in each other's eyes

tonight!

 

The sounds within their room

are sounds only the ocean hears

when still enough to listen

to itself.

 

To hear that sound, they

become that ocean.

 

There is no other way.

 

Down the block the chicken man at his door

still wonders, perhaps even late tonight,

how his plaster flock could multiply,

secretly sharing in our delight

they did.

 

Lahiri smiles

regardless.

 

Trees are praising too.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b