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What Michael Taught
February 5, 1976
[I wrote this when I was confused and frustrated that a man I was intensely attracted to was being very loving on one level, while being clear he was not interested in a sexual/romantic involvement.]
love desires, yearns passionately, is never fulfilled.
Love asks nothing, being totally fulfilled.
love is intense
Love is blissful, eternal union, unchanging, ever peaceful.
love feels a separation,
reaches out for closeness in body and emotion
Love feels no separation:
relating to all “others” as manifestations of one’s Self.
love makes distinctions among whom it can love.
Love is without distinction: for all beings unreservedly
love is selfish, a taking, an attachment.
Love is self-less: giving without attachment.
Love knows that ultimately
giver and receiver are One.
Summer Solstice, 1999, inspired by an image [or ancient memory?] in meditation.
|sitting by the fire entwined breathing as one
flickering flames dance in your eyes your ancient eyes
deeply knowing life’s mixture of pleasure and pain
noses grazing cheeks and eyelids murmurs and purrs
phalluses filling from overflowing hearts
reaching to find to touch to connect to enter
your eye-fire glows brighter
gentle gazes piercing my layers
smiling on my tender boy self
seeing my strong soaring man spirit
hugs growing harder
moving now in horizontal waves
limbs reaching touching every part fully enfolding
lips lingering licking ear lobes
tongue tips touching cock tips gliding in groins
tears flow forth eye-ooze like pre-cum from the heart
the heart aching
to go deeper
My heart broke…
A heart must break…
A shell shelters…
throw the shutters open!
Let the LIGHT pour in…
How many hours are ours?
How many days or years?
Not nearly enough…?
One awake moment
with what eye do I see my beloved?
with his eye, not with mine.
for none sees him except himself.
Ibn ‘Arabi [1165-1240],
Sufi mystic, Spain
27 July 2013
[after Ziji’s and my 3-day retreat on Gambier]:
My cup is full…
The Beloved has come to me
in the most beguiling guise
looking like a mere mortal.
He has set my heart aflame
not for his mere bag of bones
but for the love that flows
from his pure heart
the light that shines
from his dark eyes.
May he bless many as he has blessed me.
May the whole world be ablaze with Love.
July 29, 2013
I SAW TWO BIRDS
Hafiz (trans. Ladinsky)
Both of our mouths
Can fit upon this flute I carry.
My music will sound
So much sweeter that way.
With your breath and my breath
Poking each other in the ribs
I saw two birds on a limb this morning
Laughing with the sun.
They reminded me of how
We will one day exist.
Keep thinking about God,
Keep thinking about the Beloved
And soon our nest will be the
Forget about all your desires for truth,
We have gone far beyond that,
For now it is just –
Both our hearts are meant to sing.
Both our souls are destined to touch
Upon this holy flute
i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
4 Aug 2013
The Wheel of Love and Loss
Joy/excitement as we come together again after time apart,
Heat/passion in love-making,
Grieving after parting;
letting go of the physical closeness…
really allowing/welcoming sadness,
Always in the middle of that horizontal wheel,
the Timeless vertical axis of pure being and love…
Awake Heart Mind
THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks
Go Deeper than Love
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.
~ D.H. Lawrence ~
(excerpt from Know Thyself, Know Thyself More Deeply)
18 Aug 13
[after returning from Shambhala Weekthun retreat at Mahood Falls, BC]:
each thought, each being
a cloud condensed from clear blue sky
seems separate, solid,
then dissolves again
into the vast, invisible, limitless
of Awake Heart Mind.
20 August 2013, Ziji wrote:
“The clear bead at the center
There are no edges
to my loving now.
You’ve heard it said
that there’s a window that opens
From one mind to another.
But if there’s no wall,
there’s no need
For fitting the window,
or the latch.”
24 Sep 13
“Loving is a letting go
a wish to see another grow…believing…
a letting go that doesn’t mean a leaving.”
28 Aug 2013
Two smudge sticks smolder
red embers glow on two tips.
My sage’s smoke
mixing, mingling, merging
in your sweet grass’.
Two souls in
The Day Sky ~ Hafiz
Let us be like
Two falling stars in the day sky.
Let no one know of our sublime beauty
As we hold hands with God
Into a sacred existence that defies –
Every description of ecstasy
The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.
“The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
And I replied,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often
So I might instruct you
How to become
14 February 2014:
The magic is not knowing
when you will appear.
I keep my red feeder clean and full
an ever-ready welcoming vessel
for your probing tongue.
Suddenly from nowhere you’ll dart in
and dance around my many openings
as if undecided about which will be the most
succulent satisfying sips.
Sometimes you stay and drink deep.
Most often you’re gone
in an iridescent flash
always too soon
and for too long.
During the deep freeze
I feared you’d frozen,
and was deeply sad.
Why would I grieve only you
when countless unknown beauties
would have also perished?
Because you’ve tamed me,
as the Little Prince learned from the fox.
You’ve allowed me a glimpse of
your radiant beauty
and now you’re “mine”
though I’ll never own you.
Then one morning, joy!
You were suddenly silently sipping again
as if no time had passed.
So I am gradually discovering:
the joy is in your unexpected appearance.
Were you here all the time,
I’d stop admiring you,
just take you for granted.
It’s your absences
that make your sudden appearance so powerful.
My learning is to let go
to delight in the dance
to trust the Source
of the hum in your
Pure generous radiance
Before I chose my face for this world
even before the shape of my heart
and certainly before the arch of my preferences
There I was
streaming ever outward
from the beginning to eternity
and I knew:
I am of Light, The Light, I am Light.
Now in the crook of my day
in the coal of my desires
heart open or heart closed
tender or tired
still or wild
like a fist or a field,
Here I am
streaming ever outward
from the beginning to eternity
and I know:
I am of Light, The light, I am Light.
~ Danielle LaPorte
[after a deeply soulful retreat on Gambier w/Ziji.]
Moods come and go.
Passions ebb and flow.
Only in the deepest heart
is the love I’ll always know.