Category: Poetry

I feel it.

I feel the longing from the depths of my being.

I feel it crashing like a wave that hasn’t yet identified itself as separate from the ocean.

Always returning to wholeness after breaking.

When thoughts do nothing but confuse me, it’s in the essence of meaningless words woven together that I find the poetry of becoming.

In every inhale I remember.

In every exhale I surrender.

It isn’t me who is living or dying, but the idea of me that sees itself like a separate entity in this room of mirrors, when reflection is only possible because of light… and darkness.

Life’s purpose is to play this game of revealing and concealing through us, through me.

She weaves the threads of confusion so that I may find clarity in Her arms.

Held by the Great Unknown like a child in her Mother’s heart.

My heart and the Heart of the World beating at the same rhythm.

My true longing is to always get lost so that I may find my way back Home.

Layers and layers start peeling off to reveal the gold that had always been there.

We resist change.

We resist letting go of what needs its own space and time to shed.

We hold on to the illusion of control, when we can’t even breathe alone.

It’s life, it’s Her, that breathes us.

The delusion of thinking we know.

Our greatest work is to become an instrument for what just Is to flow through us.

Surrendering to the wind as leaves do.

Letting the layers of becoming fall apart.

Revealing what was never lost.

The light always shines brighter in the dark.

In life’s embrace, in Her arms, I close my eyes only to awaken for the first time.

That moment when the sun is not yet completely shining but you perceive its light.

That liminal space between the darkness of the night with its quiet depths, and the raging heat of the day with the light that pierces the eyes.

That bridge between states, where awareness shivers in a constant swirl to find its place, but suddenly it realises, awareness itself is all there is.

Where here and now becomes everywhere and always…

The blank page where poems are written.

The silence where words are spoken.

It is the in between that I find myself longing for….

So that’s where you will find me.

She plays Her game,
and I am just a tiny part of it all.

She veils my path,
and unveils with utmost clarity
what my eyes don’t want to see
but my heart knows:

that I have no control.

I am only a reflection in
Her Great Ocean of Being.

A sparkle of light floating
away in every wave. 

What else can I do, but
surrender?

It’s in my letting go that
I feel held by Life.

In Her arms,
and in Her heart,
I can rest, at last.

In the luminous darkness of
the cave of the heart,
I felt You embracing me.

Holding me.
Knowing me.
Loving me.

You are the destroyer of illusion,
the sustainer of love,
the creator of eternity.

The Mother.
The Teacher.
The Beloved.

In You, I lose mySelf,
only to be found again
in Your arms.