Haiku 123

Panning for some peace
... rivers pass through ... but no gold.
Drop the pan! It's here!



Sweet Mystery

Sweet mystery:
I am ready.
I want no more from you now:

not an immortal soul 
not a promised land
not a sacred goal
not your guiding hand
not to remain
not a transcendent view
not to come again
in the morning dew
not an absolute confess 
in a cleansing rain 
not your forgiveness 
not an end to pain
nor to fear, nor strife
not an impregnable peace 
not a bargain for life 
not a joyful release 
not a brand new start 
not to merge with you 
or know we were never apart 
not to understand you 
neither an end, nor no end
not any thing, or no thing ...

I am ready.
I take off my clothes
and prostrate myself
flat to the ground
with no agenda
and in full surrender:

A golden invitation

You can let go
into it all.
You really can!

Are you too frightened?
Your fear is just the surface tension
of a water drop
before it merges into the sea.

Come on!
Come in!
Breathe deep and merge.
Do it, now!

And you and I are no longer separate,
We are all things –
the miraculous everything…
life, existence, eternity,
the ineffable mystery.

We are all that and more
smaller than the smallest sub-particle
Larger than the multiverse
beyond even those.

For there are no limits.
We are immeasurably full
and full of emptiness.
The ultimate paradox:
yet self-evident.

Join back now
Let go.

Not that we were ever apart.
Or that there was anything, ever,
to let go of,
not even our thoughts.
For we are not separate
and never have been,
not me and you
only we and us –
the limitless ‘I’
that encompasses everything
…that’s us!

You who have never been parted:
welcome home to that
which you never left.

And, oh, this language tricks…
For there is no subject and object
Though it would construct it so,
entrenching our illusion
of separateness.

These words are just signposts
to nowhere
for there are no destinations
and the ink on this page
is tainted with duality dust.

For we are one,
Not described, or informed or taught,
or in need of teaching,

And here it comes again
another time
in an infinite series –
a golden invitation
to remember:
we are one