It appears that it was all a misunderstanding.
What was only a trial run was taken seriously.
The rivers will return to their beginnings.
The wind will cease in its turning about.
Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots.
Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror—
They are children again.
The dead will wake up, not comprehending.
Till everything that happened has unhappened.
What a relief! Breathe freely, you who suffered much.

~Czeslaw Milosz~
New and Collected Poems 1931-2001

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said “All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

I want simply to get inside the words within the words

the saint’s velvet garbs say nothing of the saints themselves

speak to me not of shelves or bindings where words lay

but read me that first line that caught you with your breath held right there, quivering in your throat

tell me how it knew you deeper than any man or woman could ever know

how with a few strokes it could leave you raw, naked and yet, so wholly understood

Tell me how you live for these moments

Where poem meets reader and melds into the warm inviting, buttery lips of that world

there, held timeless in a sea of remembering what we thought had been lost

and, we as humans, forever held between this world and that

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the sea of forgetfulness

plunge yourself into these warm waters

where all mistakes
yours and mine
are honored as the path of evolving souls

trembling hearts are forever soothed here
minds and bodies restored to its original perfection

drink from its ancient wisdom
let her sweep you into her tide
pulling you in deep, then deeper still

then rising and lifting you onto soft green fields
now, who you really are is deeply known here

drink, here, in these waters
they envelop and nourish Rumi’s field

“out beyond all ideas of right doing and wrong doing”*
where all else is surrendered and falls away.

in…the sea of forgetfulness

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*in quotation marks is a portion of Rumi’s poem.

in your laughter and your tears

I Am there

this shining dream you are having

I Am there

certain your failure is immense

I Am there

tangled in sheets of half sleep

I Am there

feeling trapped and frightened

I Am there

your sun goes down slowly

wondering, was I enough?

life disentangles from the flesh and pools around your feet

the streets hold nothing for you now

a final languid breath

your earth grows quiet

a turn of the page

Remember this:

I Am there

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I am a student of the woods,

daughter of the earth

My clocks are set to the rhythm of the wind

I dwell in the currents of love

My inheritance is the wisdom of the skies

And … I want for naught

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grief came courting me during the night
her fields so soft and fragile
I buried myself in the whole of her unbroken darkness

until a tiny beacon of light cut through the night:
sorrow has its inner light, murmured the new day
in the arc of stillness, it burns away the emptiness

gone so long now, I yielded to the rays of a sun drenched morning
closed my eyes and drank the golden elixir of sun
warmth caressed my throat, as if it would hold me there forever

I awoke in the spaces where love never fails
my spirit quickening to the footsteps of a new day rushing in
a breath, a pulse, a desire carries me forward

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o, to be held captive
inside your cherry blossoms

pinned to your creamy folds

like a bumble bee chubby with pollen
too deliciously full to move

until I am drunk with your fragrance
intoxicated with wonderment

stunned with awe
speechless with amazement

and tumble out onto the splendid
soft green earth filled with the
pulsing passion of being alive

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A dash of rain upon

The lotus leaves. But the leaves

Remain unmarked, no matter

How hard the raindrops beat.

Mind, be like the lotus leaves,

Unstained by the world.

~Chong Ch’ol~
Music of the Sky
An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry

Yes, mind be like the lotus leaves, untainted by outer events.  As in the lotus leaf, rooted, grounded in the consciousness of God.  Only this moment now.