When words are not enough

When silence is a sea of peace

And my highest self is home to stay

And your kisses can only hint

At the depth of this union

I know this mantra too well

A kiss that tastes of that silent sea

And lingers for infinity

When words are not enough

I bow.

I bow.

...

"Look past your thoughts,

So you may drink the pure nectar of this moment..."

- Rumi

"Let go of the desire to do; flow with the desire to be."

- the youniverse

Are they different languages

Or different words?

Every word is the name of God.

There is only one language

The language of God’s infinite names.

Looking for love, looking at love
Looking for God, looking at God
Looking for infinity, looking at infinity

Love, God, Infinity.
I have always been looking
at You.
I Am You.
Love, God, Infinity.
These are so often renamed.
Denied.
Covered up with a mask.
A false name.

You asked me a question,
Is there a name for this fear?
Yes,
There are many names
Many masks
Many costumes.

With each name comes separation.
With each name comes the belief that this separation is
Reality.

Names are
given
And names are
chosen
And only one name
Exists.

Am I looking for
Or looking at?
Is there a name for this love?
Sat Nam.

The nature of the universe.
The universe is an equal sign.
Everything in the universe is equal –
That is the cosmic joke –
The amnesia and illusion
that we have agreed to.
We built an illusion –
We put “things” on either side
of the equal sign
created equations,
algorithms,
“meaning,”
“problems.”
Virtual reality is made for learning,
for exploring and dis-covering and creating.
Yet, it is so often just used to experience suffering.
This is the virtual reality,
built around the equal sign.
All knowledge is illusion,
there is no knowing,
because everything is in
FLUX.
Am I sure? 100%? Do I believe? In anything?
There is no way to be sure. There is no 100% guarantee in life or love.
Unpredictability is one of the most beautiful aspects
of this reality.
I believe what I choose to believe,
that which love guides me to,
in the direction of harmony.
We judge each side of the equal sign
and ignore the Presence and existence of the equal sign.
even though we know that (0) nothing makes (zero) sense without it,
or with it (the universe is not limited to making sense and rationality).
Each judgement is a lie,
an illusion.
Choose your life,
do you follow love or fear?
Do you prefer reality or illusion?
How do we judge what is made up,
illusion,
beyond comprehension?
Each judgement surpassed is a step toward love.

♥

“Love said to me:

There is nothing that is not me.

Be silent.”

-Rumi

Tasting raindrops
Each one
My Beloved’s kiss
Licks of wind
Each one
My Lover’s sweet hands
You have Infinity
Tattooed on your skin
I remember
A tattoo is so temporary
Infinity
Is eternity in every atom
This immortal love
Is in every particle
Lovers dancing every dance

Fear of *******

A woman's *******.
What are you so afraid of?
Your own primal instinct?
Can you hold back your desire?
Or is it truly disgust...
directed toward a body much the same as your own?

I thought my heart was broken.
It truly breaks now,
to think that I may only live
this life
once.
I would rather live this life,
and this life only,
over and over,
for eternity.
I say that,
not knowing what
the future brings,
yet knowing that the past
brought you into my life.
That is all I need to know.
This life will one day end,
my Love for you never will.

Today is a beautiful day.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.
The day is always beautiful in my mind.
It is always beautiful in my mind.
In my mind there is only beauty;
beauty in as many forms as can be.
None are more or less beautiful.
Some are beautiful like a gem,
Some are beautiful like a smile,
and some are beautiful like the sun.
In my mind there is only beauty,
every form of beauty,
and every form of Love.
In my mind there is only Love;
every opportunity for Love.
The sun shines for everyone.
In my mind the sun always shines.
In my heart the sun always shines.
In this reality the sun always shines.
In my mind there is only Love.
In my heart there is only Love.
In this reality there is only Love.

If you spend your life following the rules
set out for you by others
you will never have the integrity
of following your own rules.

Life is a dream,
not always ideal,
not always predictable,
except in this way:
I love my dream
because you are here
dreaming with me.

I watch the destruction
of your self
and wonder
will I ever see my friend again?
or will you be lost
in the slow motion
explosion;
just know
you never have to be
alone
self contained
isolated
hiding imminent implosion.
Just reminisce with me
of those times
we were
together
full of dreams
and laughter.

My heart speaks
in ways that my mouth has only dreamed of.
My heart sings
in ways that make my voice quake with envy.
My heart tells the truth
in ways my mind cannot imagine.
That which is ineffable,
Love,
is only so misconstrued by the senses,
though the heart has always been clear.

Through him
I discovered all my Love.
To Love unconditionally
is to Love all there is to Love
just the same as I Love him.
Surrendering
and knowing that I am Love
and that my heart is meant to be shared.

I am Love.
Not chasing Love;
being Love.
To make another feel Loved,
and for them to feel their own Love
is the goal.
To be made to feel like
an afterthought,
like an option only chosen
when all others fall through,
that is something I wish upon nobody.
Not a single person.
You are not an afterthought.
You are Love.

I could spend the rest of my life
climbing a mountain.

A mountain called Love,
or Success, or Satisfaction, or God,
or many other names.

Or I could stop climbing.

I could sit still,
and wait silently for the sun to rise,
to paint the sky with its Love,
joyfully showing me
that I have always been atop the mountain,
and all of the struggles were just imagined.

Dreamt up in a mind too used to suffering, too used to hiding from the truth.

The sun never really goes down.
The day never really ends.

Down in the depths of hell,

where even demons hesitate to visit,

there was a moment.

The moment of enlightenment,

gifted upon me by some part of my mind,

some desperate part of my mind,

full of longing and death.

The darkest moment

became the sunrise of my life.

I knew I would die,

if not that day,

then another.

I knew that I came here for a purpose

and got distracted by all the suffering.

I got so distracted

that I began to think that my purpose

was just that,

to suffer; nothing more.

I realized that my willingness to suffer,

my willingness even to die,

was the very spark of inspiration I

required

to accomplish my many ambitions and

goals.

I did not give up

and I will not give up

because I love this world,

and all of the life in it.

I did not give up

because I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day I will wake up

and everyone around me will have stopped suffering;

they will have surrendered to the beauty

and joy of life

and of Love.

Religion builds walls

that keep us far from eachother

that keep us thinking that some

are right

and some

are wrong.

If any religion were right,

it would tell us to love eachother

regardless of religion,

regardless of colour,

regardless of culture,

regardless of money,

regardless of all the things

that we use as excuses

not to love eachother.

Have you ever loved a stranger?

  

Religion has built walls

that only one tool is capable of

deconstructing;

The one tool I will spend the rest of my life

striving toward;

Love.

The challenge of temptation
strengthens me,
only when I do not give in.

"Yes, that's right,
pick your poison.
Choose it.
That's right,"
they whisper so subtly that you hardly hear,
until you try to disobey them.
Then, can you hear anything else at all?
Can you hear them laughing
as they demand your obedience?

I want to thank you for your kindness
but I do not know how

I am lost in a sea of despair
one foot in and
one foot deeper
and I cannot find my way out
until I find my way in

A realization
while walking along
on a sidewalk,
a sheet of ice,
with friends
at my side.
All I saw was
a path covered by love.
I realized
how much of a difference
a friend can make.
How even the iciest
most daunting
and dangerous path
can be transformed into
a walk
in the park,
just by having a friend
to walk along with.

My Dearest**

You have survived.
Please remember all that surviving you have done.

My dearest,
you have survived fires;
not just a fire in your home
but a fire in your mind.
The fire that brought you to your knees,
left you ashen and alienated.

You have survived storms;
not just the winter storms that chilled to the bone,
but the winter storm of love and loss
that chills you to your soul.

You have survived even hell;
not just the hell that the truth of the world convinces you of,
but the hell that convinces you that your demons are actually friends.

You have survived doubt and insecurity and loneliness.
You have survived all of the times your mind turned against you.

You can survive this too.
You can survive the trials of loving somebody that challenges you with every word.
You can survive the trials of loving yourself and your body even though it challenges you in every moment.

My dearest,
can you see how strong you are?
In case you ever forget,
I will keep reminding you.

One lifetime is enough;
how long is a lifetime?
  
Do I measure from the day
of birth?
Or do I measure from the day
of rebirth?
  
I have been born again,
without ever dying.
I have been at the end of my rope,
where I gave up all ego;
all possibility of loss or gain.
I had it all and lost it all,
and yet found it was there
all along
inside of my heart and soul.
  
I found my unity;
my individuality is just
the most fragmented aspect
of that unity.
  
I found my purpose;
what I intend to do
and have set out to do
within this one
lifetime.
  
I intend to use my intention.
To be visionary and practical,
simultaneously.
I intend to have the pure
and loving intention
that I can generate and purify and trust
only in myself.
I intend to do so
during this one lifetime,
and hopefully in each
of the next.
  
Honestly,
there is one thing
that I strive for
in this one lifetime;
the true happiness
of those around me.
The true happiness
of the united aspect
of all.

​Compliment me

but let me be humble.

Let me accept

this honour,

and let me move past.

Past my ego,

past my desire

to be approved of,

past my desire

to be adored,

past my desire

to be validated,

past my desire

to be perfect.

I am in a safe space

now,

a space of

peace,

love,

light,

and joy.

It is my challenge

not to criticise and

not to become

cynical;

to recognize myself

in others,

and others

in myself.

It is your challenge

not to feed my ego;

it is so much more loving

just to accept me

and humour me;

to entertain my ideas,

if only for a moment;

and to treat me as family.

The more my ego is fed

the more I must challenge myself

to purge of criticism

and cynicism.

There is nothing wrong with a challenge.

Indeed,

each decision must be challenged.

Every lesson

must be tested upon.

Faith rests not upon the absence of

doubt,

faith rests upon the existence of

doubt;

the constant

and consistent

decision to move past

doubt.

Apathy
is a wall
between you
and an avalanche;
a landslide;
being buried
might be the
best thing
that ever happens
to you.

Apathy
is a wall
that the shadows
made you build,
by overwhelming you
with darkness
until you felt
hopeless.
Until you felt
everything.
Until you felt
nothingness.

The Warriors of Light,
The Warriors of the Rainbow,
The members of the
Church of Love,
The Cathars,
The Yogis,
The Gurus;
The Lovers;
These are only some of the
lions
that are taking down the walls
one by one;
one wall at a time;
one person at a time.

Together,
we will overwhelm the
shadows
with the light
of our hearts.

Those sleeping dogs
that you have been
letting lie,
they are not going to sleep
forever.

They are sleeping,
not dead.

They are dreaming,
unconcious.

Awakened
by the slightest movement

away from that
apathy
that you have clung
so tightly to.

They will begin to awaken
as soon as you stop
numbing yourself
through addictions.

They will awaken
and chase you
and snarl
and scream their barks
into your poor fearful
yet courageous
ears.

They will attack
and slice their razor bites
into your neck
and all the rest
of you.

They will chew you
into the smallest pieces.

They will eat you away
until all that is left
is a trembling
fresh foal
of a soul.

Do not let them sleep.

Let them chase you
into their own
graves.

Let them chase you
into your own
soul.

*****
Note:
A friend told me that she recognizes this poem. She said she read it before. I did just write it today, February 17, 2017, on the bus home. If you have ever read a similar poem please let me know. I am so intrigued to know how similar the poems are. Email me at wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.

Whenever someone hurts you
just take a moment
to recognize
how far from true happiness
they are.

Recognize how truly difficult
their experience of life
must be.

Recognize that you
may once have been them,
or will be.

Recognize that they are
challenging themself
to do their best
without knowing
even slightly
what their best is.

Recognize that they are
suffering,
that they are hurting
themselves,
unconsciously,

trying to grasp some relief
not by finding peace,
but by jealously
trying

to take it.

Recognize that they are
seeking peace
seeking asylum
seeking love
outside of themself.

Looking everywhere
around them,
making demands,
forcing and manipulating
their way into the darkest
most obscure
corners,

but never looking inside
themself;
the darkest corner of all,
or so it is
in their imagination.

Yet that same imagination
is where they will find
everything
that they seek.

That same imagination
is where they will plant
and tend to
their very own

Garden of Eden.

Sometimes people get trapped in the past;

most of us spend our time remembering

and reinventing memories

and distorting them

with our emotions and our convictions.

Sometimes people are trapped in the

future,

like Nikola Tesla was;

"He was before his time," so they say.

The ideas and potential

not quite surrendered

to closed minds

and long established greed.

Ideas so "radical" that they often fail in

practicality,

they often fail

to weasel their way in to the market

gently,

without making Corporate enemies

before they hit the ground running.

I found my home,

not my cage,

in the present.

My home is inspired by visions

of the past

and of the future;

past and future

failures and successes

and possibilities and potential.

I refuse to be one or the other,

after or before

my time.

If anything,

I will be right on time,

although some of my ideas

span into the territory of

impractical

or outdated.

Those ideas inspire me

to challenge myself,

to find new ways - practical ways -

to use those ideas.

I am inspired.

I am creative.

I am manifesting my wildest

most aspirational dreams,

here and now

and forevermore.

You can tear down our bridges.

We can rebuild them.

We have, we are, and we will.

Love is resilient.

Hatred is self-destructive.

Illusion is self-destructive.

All is impermanent,

except Love,

and Love is all that is true.

The fire is here inside of me.

The water is here inside of me.

The air is here inside of me.

The earth is here inside of me.

I am here to blaze a trail,

to flow as a river to an ocean,

to float and encompass as the air,

to ground and support as the earth.

I am inside of the fire.

I am the fire.

I am inside of the water.

I am the water.

I am inside of the air.

I am the air.

I am inside of the earth.

I am the earth.

Where does the separation occur?

Life is a puzzle.

We choose to put it together

or to take it apart.

We are the pieces.

"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!

The truth may be ugly

but please let me see it anyway!"

I say to them all.

I please and beg and persist.

Why do I keep demanding the truth

from them -

when I have been lying to myself?

"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!"

I finally demand the truth from myself.

You must
crawl
before you can
walk,
and you must
walk
before you can
run.

How many times
have these words been repeated?
How many times
have these words been written?
How many times
have I heard these words myself?
How many times
have these words become action?

In our collective evolution,
we have been crawling along
for so long.

At any time,
it could dawn on us;
an idea as bright as the sun;

the idea that we can walk.

We can all walk together.

Who knows what will happen
when we believe that we can
run.

Perhaps we will find
that ever elusive
Rainbow.

Perhaps we will find
that we are
that ever elusive
Rainbow.

You must
stand
before you can
jump,
and you must
climb
before you can
conquer.

We may have fallen,
seemingly,
into a pit of despair

but we are closer
than ever
to standing up

and jumping
just high enough
to grasp the edge
and pull ourselves out.

We have faced
the pit.
There have been many cloudy days.

Next we will face
the mountain,
as the Rainbow that we truly are.

"I never never never

want to be in love

with anyone but you."

...

This is a song I heard on the radio today.
I am sharing it because these lyrics touched my heart.
*Shirley Bassey - Never Never Never

Challenge yourself.

The grand mysteries of life

are blessings meant to challenge

even the most

divine intelligence.

tainted memories

wipe clean my slate

let me rest in the arms of love

here in my garden of eden

To live is to strive.

To strive toward love is to live a true life;
true to yourself and true to everything else.

The act of striving is not about avoiding
all pleasure until
all goals have been reached;

the act of striving toward love
is the goal.

​I want to run;
all I have ever done is walk.

I want to run toward love;
all I have ever done is walk.

I want to run toward my dreams;
all I have ever done is walk.

I want to run to Hawaii, India, Ireland, Norway, Australia, Germany, the Arctic,
and everywhere else;
I have barely begun this walk.

I want to run toward friends,
playful but gentle;
this is all I have ever done,
that really matters.

I want to run to that place
where joy and misery are one;
where truth and illusion are one;
where peace and war are one;
where living and inanimate are one;

where I am the craziest of all and the most sane of all, simultaneously;
where I am love and I am fear, simultaneously;
where I am one and I am all, simultaneously;

where you and I are one.

I want to run to the most beautiful and blissful place in existence;
that which is inside of me and outside of me, simultaneously;
all I have ever done is walk.

If the universe is infinite

then truth is infinite.

As you reveal the truth,

so you change it.

the way to banish fear of failure

to persevere beyond trial and error

to learn and grow and develop

to become the person you want most

to be

the way is called "practice"

and by perceiving that everything

you do

or attempt to do

is practice

you will never fail

and one day you will find

that you have surpassed practice

If you are the only one
in existence,
then there is only one perspective;
that is your perspective,
and your perspective is all of the
perspectives.

If there are billions of humans
in existence,
and countless other life forms and souls,
then there are that many more
unique and priceless and irreplaceable
perspectives;

how can anyone be limited to
and satisfied by
just one?

How do I know that our creator was not
satisfied with one either?
I do not know anything for sure,
but I will always try to see things
from more than my own two eyes.

I must see it all from my heart
and from my soul,
from what many call the third eye –
which is more like a unified perspective,
and from your perspective too.

a smile in your eyes

is a kiss to my heart

someone once told me

that we are all addicted to something

something that takes the pain away

what if we are addicted to something

that brings the pain closer and closer

than ever

we may not all have an addiction to

pain

but some of us do

and we hurt ourselves too many times

sometimes the very thing we expect

to take the pain away

is that which brings it even closer

What is bliss?

Is it the pleasure
given by a lover?

Is it pleasure
arriving just after pain
has left?

Is it freedom
to be who you want to be?

Is it the achievement
of becoming the person
you dared to dream of being?

Is it a place
full of love
and pleasurable delights?

Is it peace of mind
gracing you
just after trauma?

Is it peace of mind
that none of your
worst fears are real?

Is it a time
before memory
at the very beginning
when there were no
fears or desires or questions;

were you even conscious yet?

Ignorance is bliss,
but to have an experience
even better than bliss,
you must risk giving up
ignorance.

You must risk everything,
including your heart,
and that which you
love most of all.

Oh
There is honey
in the cracks between
my fingers.
There is dirt all up in
my toes.
There are grass stains on
my knees.
There are mosquitoes on
my arms.
There are patches of red skin peeling off of
my back.
There is laughter in
my ears.
There are kisses on
my lips.
My lover and I are in
my garden.
There are bumblebees outside
my door.
There are friends here,
with me,
where home is made of love
and sweet sacred honey.

I mean
I just wonder
About everything.
Everything in the universe.
The things that happen in dreams
Are not real,
But they are in the universe,
And dreaming is real...
The experience is real.
Is astral travel real too?
Where do your dreams take you?
Where have all my dreams taken me?

I wondered how your eyes
got so blue.

I wondered how your skin
got so golden;
freckled perfection.

I wondered how the angels
dreamt of designing
a man like you.

I wondered how your lips
got so full
of my joy
and of yours
all in one smile
and such kisses, oh!

I wondered how your body
got so graceful
and so passionate.

I wonder if I will see you again.

It was my eyes
all along.

These eyes have been
under your spell.

Does anyone see what I see?

There is noise,
and there is music.

When I hear your voice,
all else is noise.

There is emotion,
and there is love.

When you touched my heart,
it proved that love is all
that ever was.

What is an angel?

Not a person.

Not a name.

Not an occupation.

Not a hobby.

Not a self-given title.

Not like having tenure.

Not a real thing; or is it?

I might never find out

that answer.

I am real, or as real

as real is to me.

So maybe all I should do

is pretend to live like an angel,

the way I think an angel would be

if angels are real.

They would use their love and light;

they would share it all,

and teach people to appreciate

peace and beauty and truth and Love.

If I can do that, then anyone can.

Pretend, I mean.

It is so sweet to be called an angel,

so loving and kind and generous.

I might seem otherwise,

the truth is, I am just a person.

A sinner, like everyone else.

We all are, I hope you know.

To pretend to be an angel is sweet and kind and generous too.

I might never know what an angel is like;

I might not mind.

Have you ever wondered why we all are prone to sin?

Innocence is left behind so early in life.

Maybe an angel must first experience sin,

and make the choice between a life of battling sin

or of succumbing to or even relishing a life devoted to sin.

Maybe the angels have always been free of sin.

It is a fancy to wonder if anyone has ever met an angel.

What is the worst thing
that you can ignore;
turn your back to;
walk away from;
or stand by and
allow?