Fruit of Being
I never dreamt I'd lose myself and find the whole world
though I searched a thousand basket stands for the
ripest fruits
each time, empty hands.
I'd been told about the sweet nectar of true surrender,
of a cup full of emptiness,
but I'd not tasted it's draught
til now.
What do you eat when you're satisfied ?
What do you drink when your sated?
I know not how to be in this world
but I am no longer frightened
fulfilled,
I am.
Haiku Recipe
I slowly wake up
and begin to see clearly
how to be today
--
With a lions roar
felt like a gentle whisper
we are all uncaged
--
Johnny Appleseeds
sprinkling truths into the air.
Somewhere sprouts will grow
--
Intent is the fuel
surrendered to emptiness
we stir the soupot
--
First this way then that
Tasting to make sure its good
Now, ready to eat
Prison or Palace
Would you have this place be a cell
caged and trapped against our will
Husks pacing our 20 x 20 pen,
running the ruts of our wheels in the floor, or
would you have it be a palace,
food served on platters of plastic
with attendees serving our every need,
or a retreat center, a sanctuary from a dizzying world.
Maybe a classroom where each day teachers gift us to learn
new skills and lessons to live in a tough world.
Beware the ossification of roles, who exactly is the teacher
and who is the taught.
We all have gifts to share.
Perhaps it is simply a community of burgeoning friendships and relationships
which like azaleas are blossoming in their own time.
All here to help each other grow, become their colorful, fragrant selves.
We have no true task besides getting well here in this hospital.
We are all here to heal the primary division
and see things as they truly are
prison or palace.
Fracture
It can all break.
None of us is so solid we won't fracture.
Each has their shatter point
the point beyond which, we snap.
but do not fear.
always there is a part beyond breaking
I ask, how much emptiness lies between the stars
how much space is even between the smallest particles
Science says relative miles separate the nucleus from electrons.
There is always more space, nothingness, than solidity.
Try breaking emptiness.
Connect with space and be not distracted by the objects
For it is not a nihilistic emptiness
It is the emptiness of potential, pure kineticism
the power of birth and death and all that's in between,
an active nothingness, a cradle of love and compassion.
This space is our home, birthright, universe.
We are but stardust rearranged again and again
and that is beautiful.
Fear not the fissures, the fractures
for this is where the light shines through,
and we are light.
