Honest (for Sunday Scribblings)

The honest truth

Is

That I am 

Everything

You think I am

And 

Everything

I think I am

And

None 

Of the above

Going home

Every morning I retreat into my cross-legged abode

The body in perfect position to settle the mind

I walk the familiar steps of my practice

Without expectation

And sometimes

Out of the blue

A door opens

And I go home

To that place of stillness and peace

Where everything is already perfect

Laziness and Resistance

Here you are again

Like shadows following my every step

I can’t shake you off

No matter how fast I run

You don’t understand the word “no”

You won’t go away when I ask you

So instead I shall try and embrace you

Even praise you

Come

Sit down

Keep me company

I shall overcome you with acceptance

And love you into defeat

Suspended Reality (for Sunday Scribblings)

When I suspend my beliefs for just a moment

Let go of what I grasp at as real

I enter the space beyond the stories

The gap where past and future don’t exist

And dwelling in that concept-less abyss

Allows me to see clearly

What my true nature is

Rest (for Sunday Scribblings)

I’m trying to exorcise

A feverish force

An all-consuming desire

The stuff of hungry ghosts

To gain

To get

To arrive somewhere

The happiness I’m craving

Is never there

But something compels me

To chase the next thing

The temperature is rising

I’m fevering again

I’m a slave to my thoughts
To these flames of desire

Burning up inside

My mind is on fire

I want to stop

Give it up

Let it go

Retreat into stillness

Stop the show

Winds of change

At first a gentle breeze

Just a breath of fresh air

Playfully caressing

The locks of my hair

Then it's picking up speed

And I'm starting to sway

I lose my footing

I’m blown away

Like a leaf I take flight

Up towards the sky

Am I falling or flying

Should I laugh or cry?

Taking control

I decide that I’m flying

Only trying to land

Involves the chance of dying

The Calling

It was their cries

That first caught my attention

As I heard them approach the house

And I ran towards the garden

Then I saw them

A flock of wild geese

Getting in formation

Gathering to fly south

I watched them take off over the roofs

Listened to them calling their goodbyes

And found myself left there

With a heart full of longing