Cell liberation

Throw away Hope
And where is Hopelessness?
You said.

Its in the same place where I threw Hope
Lurking behind it like a shadow.

Throw away Life
And where is Death?
Lurking behind your wasted life
Like a shadow.

Shadows and reflections
You cannot escape them
In the world of form.

In the world of Form
(and there is no world of no-Form, by the way)
Time, space, distance, speed
You, me, this, that
All the pairs that you see
Separate you from seeing
The silent infinity of non-Being.

People strive to be non-dualistic.
There are paths and destinations.
Once I get There I will be this
Great Being: a Bodhisattva.
But we are ALREADY a body of truth.
Creation cannot sustain itself for an INSTANT
Much less for a human lifetime
Or a millenium, or aeons
Without Truth resonating
resounding, vibrating
and oscillating in every cell.

So liberate yourself from this cell
of constantly striving for Self-knowledge.
You already are, and Life already is.
Because all the understanding in the world
Cannot make the sun rise,
Cannot make a Poppy unfurl its petals
Like a Tibetan monk
Throwing off his orange shawl and
Dancing naked in the sunlight
Scattering his seed and his fragrant essence
To the wind. Just for free.
Just for the joy of Being
Here Now.

Alkaline

Alka walks the line
Blue-throated...
Creamy substance of space,
Rising UP
From the milk of human kindness
Churned up within her.

Extra-ordinary

Sleeping too late
Dreams, irresolute chaotic
Psychic forces stirring, tempting
My dream house splitting apart
Unrecognizable, all-too familiar
The doorbell leaps me awake.

Awake to the reality of a Vow.
Chastity invites the lower nature
To vy for supremacy.
And in the midst of this agitation
I EXIST:
Unthinkable, Untouchable, Unstoppable.

Firmly rooted moving forward
Doing nothing but allowing
The rising and falling of
Being and becoming
Within the hills and valleys of
Heart-mind body-soul:
I revel in my spirit journey.

Choosing a pathway
For now and tomorrow
Without knowing what may lay
Around the bends and breaks
Of, perhaps, a tortuous route,
I go forth in wonder and surprise
As one who has just
Arrived.

Arriver; To come
And I stay my arrival,
A rival I to the forces that bend
Joyously bubble I through the tortuous route
Like water,
I reflect the sky in open spaces.
I still myself in stagnant places.
Holding, containing, growing, waiting
for the moment when I may
rush forth innocently
Certain that I will be joined
to an ocean of eternal love.

"I" must be clear.
Here. No fear
Of fear. No interference.
At once definite as crystal
And diaphanous as light flowing through.
Wu wei!!! Ride and rider merge.
One being
Not doing
Time still and moving.
Fish swim in air.
I breath in ocean.
Now there are two. We
Make dolphin love forever.

A vesica piscis is a fish
Sacred geometry.
Two circles intersecting
Definite as Christ
The middle is adore-way
The woo way.
The two way
To One.

Through One
Each and every being
Harmonizes in holographic
Multiplicity, all
Falling in love,
Kaliedescopic jewels of
Starlight magnificently
Masquerading as formless form.

In adoration
Rivers of light and
Gold in grain
Conspire with earth and rain
To form loaves and fishes.
World so willing to hear
Echoes of the first word
And respond with miracle songs.

Is this a dream?
Of an ancient garden?
Or are we the bringers of a new dawn?
Once I saw a way to be
So natural
Rivers of light traveling blue-electric
through my veins.
My love a net wide enough for all
I stood there in radiant reflection
Saying to myself
I know I know
That THIS is my birthright
And it is an extra-ordinary state
Extra, Extra! and free to boot.

unfelt

no more uneasy bonds for me,
no more rusty blades of grass...
I'm feeling a longing
for alchemical bonding
that I have not felt in the past

The Abyss

We look to the heights
But are afraid of the depths
Mental, we forget what's elemental
to Life on Earth or anywhere else.
Water, the formless feminine.
It's womb dark mystery to Man
Unconscious, emotional, intuitive.
From tears to oceanic bliss
A realm
That the masculine mind
would rather avoid.

But it's not. A void.
It's full of life. And full of answers.
But it takes a plunge into
the abyss to unearth
the mystery of our ancestry.

OLVE

It takes a lot of LOVE to create,
You have to LOVE what you’re doing
It really helps if you LOVE who you’re doing it for
You have to LOVE doing it
And you have to LOVE it even when you hate it
So if you take one LOVE and turn it backside front
You have EVOL
Then take another love and invert it: OLVE
Bring ‘em together and you will
EVOLVE

Tap

Tap tap tap
On the keys
Tap tap tap
On my Psyche

Insistent?
Not really.
I could ignore it.
But wouldn't that be
something like ignorance?

Who are you?
And who am I?
Mysteries, both.
Unfurling,
Like my heart.

Not-knowing, is contentment.

Life the poem

I feel like writing a poem today.
My poem is an expression of my inner ecstasy.
X-stasis. A deep inner stillness. Capable of receiving.

These poems never come because I intend them to.
They arise in me spontaneously,
Not brought forth by my intense inner longing...or some exquisite rapture.
But rather, when my longing drops off into empty space.
And Gravity isn't just a force. It's Love.
An image in my head burns like a jewel and then there it is…
The movement of my body waking up in the middle of the night.
Stumbling in the dark to find a pen, turn on the lamp
And scratch a few words--uncomprehendingly---on an old envelope.

Next morning, a poem.

But that’s when I’m asleep.

Awake, Life is the poet, and I am the poem.

Serendipity and the Muse

Light arises in an empty room.
My room was too full
And you couldn't find the space
To arise, to alight, to amuse
I'm a fool!
I mocked you by saying
I'm over resistance.
I'll show you, you said
And you won my submission.
To forces beyond me
In scope and in sheer
Power and imagery
Completely the life of me.
You're the subject,
The sadness,
The comic relief.
You're the drama that wakens
The drone and the thief,
You revel in coincidence,
And lavish cliches,
Serendipity is your middle name,
I'LL MEET YOU ON THE WAY.

Life, the lamp oil

The Golden Flame of Truth
It burns in my heart
Bright, big flame
Life, the lamp oil.
It has never stopped burning.
Burning away the dross of this existence
Burning away the rutted personality
The fears, the night terrors
The panic, sealed tightly
With brilliant reflections.
Mind control, mind control
Intended to contain and curtail
Things that burn up in the flame of truth.
But no more.
I have opened Pandora’s box
And Pan must flee,
And Dora must be free.

Fine Lines

Its a fine line between beauty and over-indulgence
A fine line between self-absorption and contemplation
Between honesty and brutality
criticsm and destruction
And one has only to step over the line by a hair
And the action, once immodest is once again positively pure
Or the action, once inspired,
is now sullied with negative ambition
A hair's breadth, a very small step,
Hardly noticable to oneself
Yet with huge ramifications in the world of form.
For positive energy spirals upward
And negative energy spirals downward
And its always one or the other in the world.

Maybe its those fine lines, that etch character
Lessons learned the hard way
They become white hairs and wrinkles
Each line a lesson learned, a wisdom gleaned
A softness unveiled
A tapestry of self-realizations
The sum of age, a new age.
Teaching me again and again
What does not contain any lines of distinction
No boundaries and no withholdings
The smooth truth behind all faces.

One Voice:

Two hearts
conjoined
speaking with one
voice.

One heart is true.
The body is a divine illusion
that occupies mind.

It takes spirit to know different.
It takes love to be different.

Like this, we are as children
frolicking in make-believe, laughter for the joyous
tears for what goes wrong.

These illusion do not dispel as we ripen.

No, why should they?
We are divine illusion
I AM Love made different.
They do not dispel
but I begin to see through them

To myself behind... the illusions like hair

written by two voices: Kabir Kadre and Lakshmi Narayan