I have hundreds of poems and look forward soon to creating a published book of poetry. When I get time I hope to add more to the website.
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
All praise is due to God Almighty
The Everlasting Source
The Creator and Sustainer of all things!
All praise and glory belong to God forever!
There is no limit to His grace
His boundless unconditional love
And His pure compassion
For the wandering actors of creation
Who in time will all return to Him.
He is the prize and the path
The wisdom of sages
And the joyful simplicity of little children.
He is the Light of infinite galaxies
And the creative genius who effortlessly fashions
trillions of complex species
To express His unseen nature.
He is the calm of the still waters
And the explosive ferocity of colorful supernovas.
He is the unconditional love radiating in billions of mothers
And the sacred purity of wide-eyed infants.
He is the One who alone perceives all things
And the awesome Power which causes all things to be!
O, Lord, You are the hope of all beings;
Even the wooden surfaces, even the “motion-less” concrete
Cry out for Your incomparable embrace
For the indescribable realization
That all beings are seeking.
Even those consumed by evil,
Even the most wicked of them,
Long inwardly for You
For the everlasting joy that You alone can bestow.
Therefore, oh Lord, since no satisfaction compares to You
And since happiness and peace
Are found in You alone
Lead me to Yourself, and reveal Yourself to me
By Thy limitless mercy and grace,
For the sake of Thy Name!
For You alone have become my heart’s desire
And You alone are the key
To the treasure I’ve been seeking
Since I first drew breath
Since I first entered this mysterious world
You created to finally reveal the Truth
To those who love You
More than life itself.
THE SAMADHI OF TOOTHPASTE
Why seek God and create karma
When the One exists right here
Spotless and pure, beyond all categories?
In the spotless dreamer
The dream is only Itself.
In the Ocean of Bliss
Even the tumultuous waves of dualism
Are nothing but the deep purity
In the perfection of non-becoming
I spoon some peanut butter
And appreciate the few dim stars
Made sparse by the glinting city.
I refuse to condemn myself
Or to celebrate my holiness
Because the self which I would pamper or bemoan
Has never once existed.
Is-ness and is-not-ness
Do not even come close
To touching the hem of God’s garment.
And even though It transcends
The limits of infinite universes
It is nothing but yourself.
And even though it is nothing but yourself
To say it is yourself
Is to destroy your marriage vows
By laying with a sickly prostitute.
Only the purehearted will see
The end of all beginnings
Which is endless and intrinsically peaceful.
The shortcut to Heaven
Is nothing but the hell of this life
And the highest heaven
Is to go beyond both hell and heaven
Letting go completely
Destroying an army of brutal demons
And dissolving millions of tantalizing angels
By simply brushing your teeth.
My struggle is to keep the Mystery in mind
While tolerating the backlash of the senses
Which might morally condemn a young man in the elevator
For smelling like old bubble gum.
Love embraces traffic jams
Laughs at snoring
And turns cold rain into a miracle.
That’s not all:
It also knows of atomic warfare
And the impersonality of the green lights
Below the computer screen:
It accepts them because it knows the wind is still the wind.
Love, from an intellectual standpoint, is an evolutionary necessity:
It is letting go while holding on,
adapting our compassionate intention
And childlike wonder
To a malfunctioning lawnmower…
Love is a mystery to itself….
Thoughts pull our attention to the surface
Which may include an itchy lower back
But love knows the universe
Is always s….w…e…l…l…i…n…g.
Beneath the mind’s trivial conversations
And all of our empty personal hopes
Something inside us is still awed by the stars
By the miracle of Being
And by those massive hunched lizards
Who long ago turned back into soil
Who walked the Earth with dignity and pride
Before man gave it a name.
SHAMLESS ENJOYMENT, or HOT SHOWER SAMADHI
Faith arises and puts shame to death
With the sword
Of naked curiosity
Causing you to, like a hyper alert ferret,
Gaze at the Watcher of existence
Without thought, beyond knowledge,
Beyond even wisdom
Awed by the One that all express
But so few know themselves to be.
All liberated teachers are merely the dot
On a massive question mark
That perpetually celebrates itself
In the exactitude of any given moment.
All teachings are fabrications
Laughed at by the Awakened Child
And tossed aside like useless pocket lint.
Evening passes once again
And you feel the city pulsating in No Place
You spoon yogurt like a crazed mime
You take a hot shower
You let go
Even of God.
In the exploding mystery of No Time,
No Eye sees electric light reflecting off the metal shower head
No Ear hears half-hearted hums of outdated 90s pop music
No Face wears the mask of the universe
No Dream bow to Itself in outrageous awe
No Self surrenders Light for Nameless Darkness
No Mind is merely