When I’m needy
I’m greedy
and noisy, in a rush.
Yet, enjoyment
takes time
and a silent hush.
It’s not that I want
happiness of a huge size.
What I really want
is that it lasts and lasts.
And when I have it
for as long as I need
I’m happy to give it up,
satisfied beyond greed.
The heat melts the butter
and the knife dips
then falls through
and calls it quits.
No one can play
all the games I’d like
- only some of them.
Which is what I dislike.
There are so many explanations
for every event
- so many possibilities and assumptions
go through my head.
Yet it is not the most important
to be smart
and figure every cause and effect
- it’s better to not even start!
I’m chasing my own tail
- am I not?…
… just like the kundalinii
bites her own.
Curled and wrapped
around myself
I spin
and run in circles
and wonder how long
will that go on…
Wondering is yet
another pitfall
that keeps me
focused on my mind’s toys
instead of quitting
thinking
and dropping
into a quiet Spring-Pool
Of All Joys.
Oh,
I’m yearning for love
- love far greater
than any I’ve got;
love I’ve never seen
or heard of
or tasted,
yet, I know, I know
it must exist
and no effort
to reach it
has been wasted…
… even if I find
that it will never come
from the outside
but reveal itself
in my own being
(when I give up
all demanding
and,
instead of “disappointed”,
become: loving).
Because I think linearly
and feel squarely
I fail to accept and agree
that You are here and now
and I am free.
My body is a train,
my eyes are its windows
through which I see
where and what
I’m passing through
and passing by.
I’m on a journey
in and around You
and a temporary guest and host
of every passer-by.
The goal isn’t to reach
anywhere on this
merry-go-round
but to hold onto the memory
of its Cause Most Profound;
to remember
and ceaselessly confirm:
I am You
and all else is, too.
I take life too seriously.
Which is why
it’s either killing me
or I’m killing it.
It’s not important
what they think
- what’s important
is where we go.
In the mean time
we just flow and flow.
The rest is
a trick and a trap
and nothing to worry about
’cause we’re already
on Your Lap.
And so, I guess,
the tantrum has passed:
I’ve felt bad,
and I’ve felt worse,
and, luckily,
I had noone else to blame,
to plead with
and to curse.
Onle me and You
saw and heard
and went through it,
which is just fine:
it’s so much easier
and faster that way
to reach
Love and Peace Divine.
The best advice is:
that there’s no advice.
Life is not “advise-able”;
it is not subject to advising
- it just is, without discussing.