LIGHT SPILLS
if I strip myself down beyond the bone
to marrow then beneath even marrow
who's left? who's left is my emptiness
a wormhole aching to be filled by Light
there's a name for what I need--Grace
I remember what knees are primed for
and fall to them flayed with loneliness
nothing on this Earth plane can heal me
do you know what I mean? do you long
for an embrace that sheathes your soul
in ecstasy? do you search everywhere
for the Invincible One you already are?
we're trapped on the outside craving
ourselves in others in money or things
but the life we want doesn't start here
it spills as a revelation from the soul!
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Once we know what it feels like to be one with, at home with, the Source of our being, then to feel alienated from that Source is another name for hell. Our greatest loneliness isn't for other people, as intense as that can be. Our greatest loneliness is for our true Self, the innermost Essence of our soul. Once we're reconnected there, then every incarnate relationship shifts naturally and inevitably into it's right perspective. We may be utterly solitary, but we're never lonely.
THE SPLENDOR
sitting alone not waiting just being
hearing both outer and inner sounds
at home in the grace of each moment
wanting nothing nothing's my refuge
peace envelops me a luminous cloud
sitting alone outside saturates inside
inside pours out not divided but One
what do I need to strive for or prove?
all things flow to me suffused by Light
all things flow from me into the world
sitting alone yet not alone my solitude
a gateway to the Infinite I hum a tune
of the happy soul free offspring of joy!
who's richer than I am right now? who
lives closer to the Splendor we all seek?
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