Blue jeans and lipstick
she awaits her beloved  -
sirens in distance







- fr

"there is only what is happening"

this is the teaching;
what the senses sense
NOW
is the whole shebang..

happening dissolves
the solidity of our
persistent illusion..

happening
not a noun..but a verb:
the momentary dancing
of experience..

seemingly
entering and departing
what is known as
Awareness..

More..
happening is
what we are:
Awareness dancing...

knowing our luminous self
renders all else as commentary..
story is then recognized as story
and the facts in the morning paper
whatever their favor or disfavor
become simply a part of the story..

this recognition of our luminosity
is a gateway to freedom..
a gateway for which we have
searched..perhaps until this morning..
a gateway in plain sight..hidden only
by our immersion in story...

This is the imposition
of practices rooted in
all seeking..
whether seeking falls
in Sunday church
in Monday yoga
or Tuesday webinar..
please honor your seeking
yet know what you seek
is always here now..before
fixing yourself...

i.

the grass in the meadows
has grown high,
it melts like an emerald
sea under the sun.

ii.

summer stretches
robotic and angular
everything larger than life
sunshine and the childish rains
pouring stormy drops
on the window.

iii.

the sky is perfectly white
the cloud is an unbroken
line, no dots or dashs,
no hyphens or metaphors.

iv.

i dress in the morning and
undress at night let the
pools of the night tether me
to the sky.