In silence and stillness
hear the heart beating.
When no words are spoken,
no thoughts are formed,
the heart speaks truth.
If you know how to hear it,
listen to the heart.
 
 

I escape from the constrictions
of guilt and anxiety
(It's hard to do)
O my little soul  is still so scared
If I leave behind all my planning and controlling
I'll fall into chaos, no?
Time unstructured
feels like unvalued,
No agenda
feels like no achievement.
I travel onwards,
no longer "towards",
venturing to try
the taste of freedom.
 
 
 

Under the great clear sky
small weeds grow  in the marsh
and the reeds nod
and the wind blows
and the wild ducks fly over
O Lord make my soul to be
like a wild duck flying
like a reed in the wind
like a humble weed immersed in the water
of the marsh that stretches for ever.
 
 
 

Opening the mind
happens very slowly
Opening the eyes
is a matter of constant attention.
As flowers with slow certainty
progress from bud to bloom,
it will happen --
though sometimes you think it will take forever --
growth happens.
 
 
 

So you should wait like the camel
waiting for oasis
meanwhile walking on, with its stored up water.
Living on rich input of the past
through today's drought
enduring patiently dryness and labour.
Do not take it as a right for the rain to fall every day,
neither give up your work.
Remember the camel
kneels at the end of each day.
 
 
 

Everything that is
grows as a flower
from the tree that is God.
 
 

Ripples on the surface of the lake
mean nothing to fish swimming below:
                     daily hurts need not disturb our deeper peace.
Ripples on the surface of the pool
reflect the stars above:
                     God in even these passing pains.
 
 

In the silent darkness of the deepest cave
dwells the secret treasure.
No one finds it who seeks it with lamps and companions.
You must go alone, trusting the guides who tell you it's there,
daring to place foot after foot on the unseen floor,
believing there will be no precipice to throw you down.
Wrapt in darkness
when the open eyes see no more than the closed
where the only sound is your own heartbeat and footfall ...
there will come light
that is not for the eyes to see,
there will be locutions, and even ecstasies;
in the deep solitary place.
You will enjoy these treasures,
but never be able to take them back with you.
You cannot reveal them to light,
for no mind or memory can grasp them.
You can't tell anyone else about them.
Only you and I will know.
 
 

Nothing to be said.
No more to be written
mo words come
nor prayer to be spoken
nor movement made.
But to be held unmoving:
move if you wish to,
and speak if you will,
otherwise just sit here with me
doing nothing
enjoying the night
enjoying the darkness
in the dark dark night
I make love to you.