BEAUTY

We look together at the setting sun
Whose fading glow reflects the handgrip
of the heavens.
With beauty unspoiled by illusion
which unifies our souls 
rejenates our common spirit.

We accept the tender
grasp the heavens
In our merger with beauty
we part with illusion
the burden of our separateness ceases.
In the bright glare of our illusion
we lose ourselves
but gain pinnacles beyond horizons unseen

In our touching, we capture a moment
unveiling the nakedness of beauty
A moment that contains within itself an allness
that arises from the constant
death and birth of consciousness.
In nourishing ourselves
with our captured moment
beauty becomes one with us.




FOREST OF THE NIGHT

We are strangers
you and me
Before the Passage of the day
we were wed
In the purity of our nakedness 
We dance in the forest of the night
Clothing ourselves
with  the wisdom of the morning sun
As we await the judgment
that is to come.

We touch our teacher`s hand
discovering beauty
in love unadorned
We listen to our heart
and feel the beating pulse
of the warming sun.

In memory you are loyal
In expection sincere
In the all-enclosing moment
We fade to nothingness
As we enbrace the depths below
and the heavens above.


BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

In distant but not forgotten days
We saw together
the film Beauty and the Beast
I viewed myself as having lived
from the beginning of time.

In the opened state of my growth
I saw in you the beauty
of a flower about to unfold
Our movements parted
Yours being anchored to matter
Mine being anchored to the self
You have reached the mountain tops.

I am approaching the seashore
Close to the waters of the soul
You were a bud
in youth and freshness
that has unfolded
Having budded long ago
I am an enfolding flower
I wish for the unclothed days 
of the near forgotten past
I will welcome returning
to the purity 
of a stem yet to bud. 




ENOUGH FOR NOW

A brook winds its path
through my garden
From whence it comes
I do not know
Its origin must be in the hills
far above.

My friend and I
one afternoon in March
started our ascent
along the upward path
Is it not true
that brooks have origins--
Else where do they stock anew
their bastismal fluid?

Up the hill we climb
seeking help from hill people
in our upward search.

In the afternoon
with the brook
oozing from the ground below
only a few feet from us
The watershed is here!
Exclaimed a woman.

We continued our upward climb
finding again my brook
permeating the ground above.

Evening came
Knowing all things have origins
We searched no further
having searched enough for now
But the morrow is another day.
Exclaimed a woman.



LOVE`S SEPARATE PATHS

I know you love
that guides me down the path
At times I wonder off by myself
But your presence is always
close at hand.

You cling to your things
and move among them
But in time you will let me go
and I will let you go
for I have no right
to hold you here.

For love to free us
We must separate
Your need is to continue
on your way
and my need
is to abide my time.

When time no longer holds me here
and when you are still
Our paths will cross
and we will again know
the other`s love.


CANOPY OF LOVE

My love of self
is the canopy
of my loving you
and this canopy
I cannot violate
Out of my love for you.