Weaving what we can’t conceive

Look not for it and you it shall find

all the same substance,

having no goal

yet brimming with purpose


shaping itself to that which

the torrent (below)

wisely evokes.

Do without

attachment to outcome;

abandon comparison

and embrace therefrom


the slow, benign (inconspicuous)

and the vastness of meaning

that from it so glows.

Emanating perpetually

and morphing throughout

in events as minute

as their occurrence bizarre

all we must do is listen and watch

as we permit it to weave

the life we could never conceive.

The Vastness

She swims in a vastness which drifts

and within its essence caresses;

in affection of past, foregone, uncovered,

through rhythm and motion and boundless expanse.

So it becomes

(her advance of no mould)

in uncertainty covered and tension released,

as she swims through the vastness

(swallowed by it)

and her fondness softly embraces.

Where nothingness lays

Taking your touch

– what temporal fancy –

for naught in the past

and much less the present

there for us lays.

It lays thereafter

where torrents connective

dimensionless cascade.

There, where emptiness lays

and the disparate in closeness delivers.

Sensing it certain and grasping unable

in there, where nothingness lays.

Ineffable, that void perpetual

where all which is worthy shall seed.

From it and through it,

arriving at once,

the knowledge embodied in madness conceived

by gifts collected from unity’s trees

you touch me and through me are freed.

Stop / See / Embrace

Hop past that stone

To skip to the next

(Jump, stress, race)

Seeking forever a new one to face.

Counting the stones

To move to the next

(Hop, skip, face)

Never enough those stones that I chase.

Eyeing ahead

To look past the next

(Count, move, chase)

Blinded as ever to the path that I trace.

Stopping at one

To see my own place,

(Eye, look, trace)

Vision in stillness I start to embrace.

Standing in current

To feel my own space

(Stop, see, embrace)

Restful in knowing there’s no need to press.

Playing in turning

To grow from my base

Learning at last how the now stone to grace.

Vision / Heart

Engulfed by a vision

She listens through heart,

Not to longings self-nurtured,

But a truth which imparts.

Swirling in presence,

She embodies the knowledge in whole

A sense felt through vastness,

Rooted in past and in future to grow.

Breathing, it opens and curls,

As she lies here in patience, seeing it swirl

Unsurprised to receive what she long might suspect

Knowing all is

and not a drop less.

The truthful trace / patient grace

To pause from love and take one’s break,

To fret alone, alone to shake,

To think about what’s there to make

And love not so for love’s own sake.

To rest the self and feel the space,

To love but once a many face,

To see how aimless is the chase

And bring to light the truthful trace.

To trust love’s purpose and its place,

To praise its whims with patient grace,

To draw the line, then to retrace

And faith in ease and life to place.