You call me outsay — this will not do,is not enough.I’ll show you thatyou still have stuffto work throughand work on- I’ll show you.
I cover myself in a cloak.
Crouching down, head bowed,my world becomes a cave.I turn inside and light a firein the darkness -
Wake up and beA thousand-armed treeStanding as the living spiritOf awakening in this world
And keep the lightOf that fireAt your heartThat it might soften and growAnd acquire an intensityThat is…
The path to concentration is beset on all sidesby the temptationof distraction
The longing to be elsewhereor everywhere or nowhererobs here and now ofwhat it has…
Did I tell you already?
That I was driving alonga country road aroundthe corner from me andI saw a sign that said
It’s hard to sayWhen something standsJust out of reachForever
A rich tree of goodnessFertile fingers sink into the soilA ribbon that wants to wind aroundAnd bind two soulsA long sunset that sings…
why wait any longer?why hold onto anything else
to be that onethat is able
to stay nowhere but here
who is above dramawho is beneath struggle
There is a placeI knowwhere I let go.
And there is nowhereI knowthat feels more like home.
What is there to see?
The well is too deep.
When I turn the lightof my mind towardsthe deepest feeling of a long drop fallingthen I only see myselfand the surface tensionof my dark reflection.
The reliefof allowingthe truththat I am not the onemaking all of this happenthat I am and always have beenpart of a webof friends and neighbours and strangersthat I do not have to knoweverythingthat I can say ‘I do not know’that all the harshnessand the struggleand the painwas hung on a liethat…