When mind moves
this universe appears,
filled with light and sound.
When mind returns to silence,
not a single ember of it
can be found.
Just as with a mirror
and its reflections, so too
are you and I and everything
appearing in the clear light of mind
as the mind’s own thought projections.
What magical sights, what pure delights!
Some might say this light is Love, though
if I can be blunt: Love burns!
Here’s a blazing manifesto to nobody,
its cool flames flickering on an empty screen,
seen and unseen at last come clean, known and
unknown with no gap between, no space to stick
a meaning, the utter dissolving of dreaming
in the unquenchable fire of Love’s desire.
Here’s to that wisdom beyond compare:
nobody here, nobody there, everyone everywhere
perfectly aware, at peace, at cease, at play
in the fleece, asleep in the deep — still
beware, it’s steep, a white hot
leap, a fire-fed streak
out of nothing to
Out of nowhere we appear,
already destined to disappear,
fully dressed to do our very best
at putting to rest the ache at the heart
of the Love God’s yearning, the one
who sets the Big Wheel turning,
the same one who’s keeping
the home fires burning.
Just so, let’s burn it all –
all of our reluctance, resistance,
our greed, envy, ignorance, and hate.
As long as we cling to names and forms,
to hope and fear, to far and near,
there’s fuel we can incinerate.
None of it passes through the gate
so let’s not wait, let’s do it now –