A few words strung together
Recall our stirrings
Awaiting the signals
From where we know not
To lace together
The disparities
Of our perceiving..
Disparities may be faint
Or of pounding fury..
Yet the lines must reflect
How disparities dissolve
In our eternal sea...

To the surfer
The wave requires
Her immediate attention..
To balance forces
Which may result in
Swimming not surfing..

Each morning we arise
To catch a wave..
Wishing that we might
Ride the crest today..
Some days it seems so
But others no..

Then the Recognition
Perhaps when crestfallen
We notice the enormity
Of the ocean within which our
Ocean-wave claims attention..
And at last..we are Free...

Anger
surrounded and penetrated
by glowing Awareness..anger
is righteous and serves
to right apparent wrongs..

when anger is unleashed
with cloaked Awareness
we meet with suffering
extending the dream..

nevertheless
all is Awareness whether
Awareness acts as anger
or we suffer to waken...

This is a
Recognition
Of a priority
Which is not a priority
Or a sequence which
Is not a sequence..

Recognizing our
Self as not locked
In the grip of time
And of space
Brings the Freedom
We all seek..

Allowing Freedom
To act freely to
Declaw illusory
Beginnings and
Endings...

Whatever arises
In this writing is
What might arise..
Meanwhile Emptiness
Swallows concerns for
Finding new words
Arising in the same
Emptiness..
Reminding us
That you and I can
Remain joyfully and
Indefinitely in
This Free and Open
Emptiness..which
We Are...

A question often heard
Which reflects our conditioning
In assuming we come from
Some..place..
So..when we Realize where
We come from..we have also
Realized that the question lies
In ashes from the fire of the
Source...