People may not
realize that, now
and forever are
synonymous.
Here to there has
taken the same
vow.

In the guts of transparency
everything is looking in & out...
the mind is overwhelmed
by the onslaught.
Its delusive nature begins
to breathe upon the glass
of such transparency, for
proof of life.

The sky is where
prayer purges--
returned to sender,
in a wink.
Given to an
inner space full with what
needs eradication.
To the astonishment
of the sender,
prayer returned as a
greater space for
realization.
Prayer was never
sent, nor returned.
Prayer being... beginingless,
and endless.
There is only One
momentous prayer,
relegated to moments.
Where question and
answer grow out of
one another,
in dualistic interchange.
Till question, questions--
answer, answers...
to indistinction.
As question is questionable,
and answer is answerable...
to nothing but everything.
Prayer as doing--
to prayer as being.

Light enfolded--back sliding down
a wall of one's world.
In epiphanies of mourning.
Informed motions gone through.

A multitude of faces
choir in various
states of grace.
They must be shown
to their respective
mirror, if multiplicity
should cease.

These infantile, and awkward
steps to the Countless Embrace.
Reliving sunless suns, the blackened
circles of a karmic dance.
Dizzy as ever, dear Lord...still as ever, dear Lord...
center to circumference, drop to ripple.
Tracing newer and newer boundaries
in your Zen-white.
Self-crossing, and aloft...bliss-born
every moment, a Spark in an undulant veil.

As clouds poring
over a flaring face...


risen beyond
feeling to raise a
face to a sky, and
shed convulsive tears
of dissolution.


If it is what it is...
I'm not what I'm not.