Warrior

Warrior

The inner state of a true spiritual warrior is one of constant surrender.

Black Hole Unique

Black Hole Unique

You fear being faceless

To the marrow of your

Unseen white bones

Bred to feel unique

This may be your

Greatest curse

The dull emotion

That puppets

The bones

Under the curse

Of uniqueness

Is like a black hole

Sucking in the

Material world

As sacrifice

To feed the fire

Of illusion

Remember

Reality

Is its own

Foundation

And illusion

Is a bonfire

Rapaciously

Swallowing

Forests whole

Do not fear being

Common

Unplug yourself

From the machine

That projects

Phantoms

Of uniqueness

Watch those

Puppets

Implode

Under the strain

And know

Eventually

No one can bear

The lie

For we are

As common

And uniform

As leaves

Spreading above

A great trunk

Of grace

Our only job is

To serve

As we gather

The light from above

And pray

The Self Drops Free

The Self Drops Free

You relieved me of thoughts of the Self

I held the concept out trembling in my hands

Like a sickly bird that could not fly

For I did not want to let it go

It was everything

This quest for the True Self

Which had become deeply rooted in my mind

Bounding who I am within the confines of mere idea

And ideas don’t exist

They haunt the mind

Taunt it in a whirlwind of whispers

In Your presence

Overwhelmed in the light of wholeness

My hands shook with fear

And I persisted in this fear

As all humans must for change to happen

And my ideas of the Self dropped free

Like brown leaves from a great tree

That serve it no more

Offering

 Offering

I made a furrow in the dirt with the tip of my finger and gave you an offering of tobacco. I asked if I could spend some time with you and you said yes without hesitation. I could tell you thought this request strange, as the birds never felt the need to ask.

I settled my back against your trunk, Grandfather, wise with the passing of time, your skin wrinkled and grey like an elephant’s. I took in your oak strength, exchanged breath with you in symbiotic communion, our most ancient vow, our deepest entanglement. I opened my heart because I knew you would accept anything I offered. It is not in your nature to deny. I pleaded for your wisdom and guidance. What should I do? How should I proceed? I stared into your beautiful canopy of sinuous branches, rippling like snakes frozen in time. Your net of verdant spring leaves ensnared my eyes and you spoke into my rapt attention.

You want to know, you want to be sure and have your guarantees but the heart’s path is not one of surety. See how my limbs curve toward the sun, molded by the seasons? I could not know what was to come, drought, storm or sun. I took what came and grew according to my nature. The path of the heart is like a strong wind. You do not fully know your heart yet. You have stepped into the current’s edge where you feel slight breezes and occasional gusts. Go deeper into the wind, follow your intuition, go where the air quickens, ever go towards that, using all your body to feel the source. One day you will enter the mighty flow, the main artery of wind and you will unfurl your heart and use it as a sail and you will not travel according to plan nor to a set of coordinates but according to a higher plan that has already been laid out for you, the magnetic north of your being. Do not seek the knowable way. Do not seek the safety of the clear path. If you can see the result and work towards the result than you are already at the end and there can be no journey. There will only be the passage of time. Be afraid and go with your heart, cling to it as your center for where it leads is where you are meant to be.

The net released, vision faded and I traced your skin with the swirls of my fingertips and gave thanks.

The Wisdom of Age

The wisdom of age towers above me
Cloaked in ringed wood
That has seen many seasons
The strength of survival
Becomes Knowledge
Becomes Spirit
Becomes Understanding
Thank you for your lessons
And for letting my awareness
Climb to the top of your boughs
To look out onto a land as yet unseen