my tail waggeth not
yet this crazy Love’s still here –
you’d think it would flee
when the colour drains from life
but it just flows on
flows on – in and through
ev’rything thought, felt and known:
my refuge, my Love!
“crazy Love”? – what else can I call this Unknowable Presence that is not-other; that embraces ALL in its theatre of awareing, without preference or judgement; that isn’t a feeling, emotion or experience, yet makes these knowable; that is here, ever here, throughout the days and nights of this life I deceitfully call ‘mine’, yet know to be ITs own?
anything to report?
metaphorically stark naked
on my trusty zafu
just a couple of breaths
between mind’s madness
and immaculate stillness
this pristine awareness
penetrating, embracing, enfolding
forming and transforming
loving without measure
bright inescapable benediction
the adorables known as my parents celebrate 67 years of marriage today!
she who identified with the idea of ‘daughter’ can no longer find herself in the idea
but nevertheless, daughter-ing happens
later, an image of the old ‘me’ arises, just like in a dream:
a vacuum cleaner, sucking greedily, insatiably
sucking experiences and teachings and philosophies and beliefs into a bursting bag
me, me, mine!
the bag began emptying on a summer’s evening in Alicante,
(full moon rising, magenta bougainvillea against palest indigo sky
the Lover known as Death silently keeping company)
and once underway, reversal was impossible
with the departure of the last dust-balls,
the bag and the vacuum cleaner disappeared
Lover never left