Gone with the wind

[Guest guest]

I am the noise behind the thunder

and the light in the lightning

and the silence in between

is the look of my eyes.

Untouched

by words and traditions

authentic or non authentic

such things

mean nothing to me

like dust

notions scatter

in my presence.

Harsha

[Guest guest]

I am the noise behind the thunder and the light in the lightningand

the silence in betweenis the look of my eyes.Untouchedby words and

traditionsauthentic or non authenticsuch thingsmean nothing to melike

dust notions scatterin my presence.Harsha

Blue moons are shining from another night in time.

Poignant peltings from the memory tree dropping blossoms

and bubbles embossed with images of you and me

are rising in this wine of timelessness welling up in the cup of recall.

 

i recall the scent of river-bliss garnered from the goings-on

at nine and seventeen, and now again at forty-eight, i taste

blue rivers running through me like sky in storm greeting God.

I went under in the wonder of water and heavens holding me suspended,

extended in the most marvelous metaphor for Love as Mazie.

 

In tree and stone fragrant with ancient pranaic phermones,

i became aroused with a spirit hunger that defied definition.

Tasting time in its Fragrant Delivery, filling this room

with the rush of rushes,

there is a headless headlong rush into Mystery and the Hue

of Hyacinth haloed here.

 

Awe and wonder whisk in and i am hushed

by the scarlet shawl’s persimmon glint

on blackbird’s backs baring the Beauty Unbarable in bearing

the Unbearable Beauty

reflecting yarrow-colored cosmic coats with finches in them,

finches flitting from the Yucatan and Palermo,

and every inch of my Heart a branch, bare and aching.

 

A thousand delights of feathers in flight lift me in The Glimpse.

The red ruby wall of Rumi still glints and shimmers with the Light of Tabriz,

and in the rustling river sounds around me, Love found me where I am,

wanting nothing,

needing nothing,

and there is nothing so Sweet

as this River-Bliss ferrying me from the sea to the Sea,

here,

now,

as me being me, just me.

 

Breathing in dream breezes

under the Dreaming Tree of Memory,

and then…

letting it all out in a freefall falling

in a forest of memories with no one there to notice or remember.

 

Liberation is our very nature. We are that. The very factthat we wish

for liberation shows that freedom from allbondage is our real nature.

It is not to be freshly acquired.All that is necessary is to get rid

of the false notion that weare bound. When we achieve that, there

will be no desireor thought of any sort. So long as one desires

liberation,so long, you may take it, one is in bondage.~Sri Ramana

Maharshi

LoveAlways,

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