awakening

a moment of silence
is an eternity
of awakening

haiku

words drifting by
only to realize
ink on paper

today

Great Blue Herons circling
Around the Sycamore tree,
Rite of Spring.

02.08.2018

A flock of Robins
Arrived today -
Oracle of Spring.

poetry

A good poem,
Like Camphor,
Disappears when exposed,
To the light of day.

Late Spring

Late Spring
Great Blue Herons nesting
In the Sycamore tree

Only This

This apparent reality
In time and space
Is merely borrowed from
The eternal and infinite Self.

Early Spring

Dandelions blooming
Great Blue Herons squawking
Shaki's rite of spring.

Not Two

Like a line drawn in water,
All phenomenon rise,
Have their day,
And fall away,

Leaving no trace.

Like a line,
Drawn in water . . .

Self Realization

Enlightenment, is not of the person.
The Self, is always present.

ocean darshan

the wave
is not different
from the ocean

freedom

No where to go,
Nothing to see,
Sitting quietly,
Only to be.

Jai Guru!

The garland of grace,
And the living present moment,
Are unbroken.

Beingness and Love

I thought I was bound,
Until waves of freedom,
Washed away the ego.

Revealing the Truth,
The Selfless-Self,
Is always present.

Formless like the sky,
Unborn and undying,
Beingness and Love.

Thus,
The ego is dissolved,
Into the vastness of bliss.

I AM

Facing ego
And the fear of dissolution,
Stepping through "I AM"
Only That remains.

Spring

Robins in Spring,
Singing the sound of The One,
In everything.

Hey You!

The selfless Self,
Has no face - yet it is seen,
In every face.

Empty Bell

The empty bell,
Rings with the pure sound,
Of divine love.

divine love

The antidote,
To crippling doubt,
Is divine love.

awakening

God's love,
Is like the purest incense,
Burning within.