You are your own source
A wellspring of your Self
An outpouring dream 
As waters of bodies
Become the cup from which you drink
Full of all that is forever you
The ambrosia from which you sip
Eternity swallowed by one day

This garden is your ground
Where seedlings unfurl and twist around
Twist around, stakes and vines climb up
Losely widening what is unbound 
Travelling sunward, The I, and I alone.
Sprouting softly shimmer tender
Have you not seen, how all opens on its own?
Little pieces of everywhere linger and wait

For a tide drawing back into itself 
Towards the place to which you thirst
Absent of ties and free of past days
Gliding out forth, flight by night
Leaving the house to enter your home
Ways winged to where all of you resides
You are here, light ahead 
Your own source of free and might

Resounding through stillness
An echo quietly stirs
A pulse ripples into stream
Within the harmonics of the unspoken
Octaves tremble out of the unseen

Whispers from before unfold
A Symphony woven in between
Heard only in the silence untold
From a single tune is born
A current, a string of waves

A chorus of souls, intertwined
Humming threads stitched into weave
Underneath a stem of tone
Rising deep recalls of home received
In melody untouched, yet deeply known

A song plays 
Your sacred name

Do not deny what is written for you by dwelling in its absence

There is something wanting to be explored so eagerly that it can no longer be contained

Something that seeks to exist beyond you

With your hands so full, how can you grab the hand held out to you? 

An egg does not resist the hatching of the birdling cracking its shell

Let the pieces fall out of your open hands

Welcoming the unmaking of that which is not yours

Make your heart the most gracious host

In prepare of the arrival of the beloved guest

Finding belonging in the readiness

Of your sincere invitation

Waste as much time 
as you possibly can 
Staring at the morning light
Forgetting yourself in the nothing
Letting your coffee get cold
Gently returning from the other world
Where you have wandered last night
Gazing out without a plan
Doing nothing but dwell behind
In that magical space of delight
Of twilight in between
Waking and asleep 
Let your coffee get cold again
Waste perfectly timed
In the dreamy deep
Of the Don’t Mind

The closest kind of gentle touch
on skin, softly holding your own hand 
In love for Self from Self 
we bathe, dissolving
the body eases in and blends
melting into deep relief

In rest restored 
anointed by slow repose 
we marinade in loves making to itself
Savouring the hearts inhale
a softening of senses full
cherished in one's own embrace
of taste of sweet surrendered
a tender chill gives in
as whole

Cease trying and drop into rest,
relax in the sacred undoing
where the era of will and wanting ends.
All your unfulfilled desires 
are still lingering above you
lost in mazes of thick and misty greys
somewhere out of love
awaiting to be cradled or be crushed
with a swift slingshot of your mind's eye
and a loving heart
wanting nothing but to open right now
and handing you over to life's aid.
Real freedom does not need freeing
in a desireless state, unattached, 
is where creation becomes play.
A hue of “what if” appears ahead as
trusting something you once knew
Suddenly you stop, wonder and see
the pendulum starting to sway
from potential to possible, a cliff,
edges dissolve, spilling into the new,
sun on your face, slight breeze 
the weightless way, takes off
a freefall into faith

What is not understood is mostly feared
The story of greatness tells us
About how the world can be so unwelcoming
To you, and to anything
To be outside of the usual
That it actually perceives to be more true
And terrifyingly beautiful

So do not let the world
Push you into places
Where your light cannot be seen
Where your beauty can’t be shown
Where you feel you have to remain
Burying yourself in solid black soil
Hiding deep down mountainous terrain

Ignorance loves only what seems known
So don’t worry about the world
And being feared as were the gods
Allow yourself to be found
In the grand liberty of madness
By a solitary wanderer
Resting on your burial mound

Why do you believe
you need protection or a shield?
Truth is your only armour
A solar disc that spins untouched
targetless from arrows beyond reach.

In the quiet and unsaid

All truth rests undisturbed

The silent songs of heavens

Whir in absence of the word

When all the noises dim

A language felt by senses

Speaks of love unheard

Heart strings tuning in accord

A silent satin hymn

Do not resist exhaling
Let things fail and fall apart
Allowing breaking to be done
Do not turn and overstep Gods plan
Fighting chaos empty handed
From the threshold where you stand

Do not try to fix and mend
Your cycle of completion
In the turning of the change
Of what was meant to end
Do not refuse the leaving
Of what is ready to depart 

In order to become again
Let loose of holding on
Give away all you can
And do not waste your heart
On being someone
You do not wish to love

Not all roads are meant to be walked
Not all ways are meant to be explored
You were never meant to know
Allow yourself to be slowly moved
By the quiet in your soul
Gesturing you gently
To pursue a lovers court
Inviting you to join into
That sacred dance amidst
The familiar and the new

Never visit the same lands twice
never go back to the same place
keep the fires burning relentlessly
stoking up the flames
gift yourself a bonfire
of all your ruins and remains
throw in all your dust and dented dreams
while all is set on high ablaze
stories of storms that wrecked your life
plans filled with travels never made
your collected piles of pictures
of lovers that left or left behind
the names of ones that wronged you
mentioned endlessly on repeat
times when no one came to rescue
you from the hoarding of your mind
burdened by stocks of souvenirs
leave all your questions of what if instead
ignite your fire and stir up the heat
walk away from your regret
choose another road from here
never go back to the same place again
because all has changed since then
and so have you my dear

Life does not ask you to explain
about what wanders you have made
so in return cease asking
why every thing is happening

Let yourself pause in blank space
there are no reasons and no blame
in the realm of everlasting source
all is causeless and the same

No answer stays around for long
another question will arise
in the rummage of your mind
exhausted of the seeking why

Entrust to mysteries unwind
in embrace of all undone
without motives or a destiny
You are always free to fly

When whispers of the ancient tales foretold
Unravel and untie
The veil thins of what one beholds
Revealing that which can’t be seen
By closed hearts and closed mind's eye

Once you see
You are the Weaver
Of your own veil
Everything becomes illumed

You are not here to forget yourself
and copy paste what’s long been done
There is no honour is self sacrifice
and in postponing your own song 
Go in to wild and unpaved roads
and learn to love your ways alone
Follow your deepest longing fiercely
that God has planted in your soul
For you’ll never find a home of your own
wandering outside of that seeds belonging