TAKE ME

I have no thing...
I hold not even the sound of this flesh...
No hand truly holds that infinite form...
Blessed I am to experience...
A mere taste of sight...
A mere sight of touch...
A mere touch of that beyond description...
For, no lamentation can produce enough tears...
No stone can contain your form...
No ivory can shape your love...
No temple of hand can contain your bliss...
No ritual can truly bring me to you...
Tis said...
You are the stone, ivory, temple and ritual...
Ignorant is he that says there is a way to you...
Tis said...
You are the way....
Tis said...
You are every aspect of truth and light...
How dare I even consider choosing...
No bending needed for your union...
No discipline needed for your union...
No observance needed for your union...
No grasping needed for your union...
But in ignorance...
I seek only to withdraw back to you...
And upon abandoning the duality of hands...
My surrender of all...
I have no body, no mind...
I have no intelligence...
The Mother has re-opened the womb...
Naked in rebirth...
I am ready...
Take me...


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DEVOTION

Pious in public no more...
The sage carries the religious paraphernalia...
Only deep within his blood...
Woven into his skin...
The priest still picks up the cross daily...
But it is hung in the temple of his heart...
All scriptures becoming living word...
The saint has nothing to prove...
Even the learned ones...
Eventually the books are put into the fire...
They too blend with the ash...
Remembering the dust from which they came...
The place of worship...
Relegated to the inner cabinets of his mind...
His radiant persona...
His twinkling eyes and sweet speech...
God is infinitely seen in him...
And unaware of his actions...
He is the truth and the spirit...
An ocean of perfection...
He can only reveal that which is in us...
Not a word or action of ignorance by man...
They cannot move him...
Knowing only himself...
He is fully joined...
He, knowing that all things are worthy to be praised...
He extends himself even into the blind man...
Identifications with the body and mind...
Fully denied and now he is fit...
Seeking only to live as the light...
He shines radiantly in the hall of the kingdom...
Blessed is that devotee to wash his feet...
But best that devotee do it swiftly...
Otherwise the sage may do it first...


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DUTY

Deciding to no longer pack and unpack...
I burned the luggage...
Bags no longer needed...
I traveled lightly...
Besides--bugs and pests harbor in bags...
And while trekking through swamp...
And navigating through sepulchered caves...
One cannot afford to be weighted down...
The pomp of leeches and demons can jade a man...
And with a flickering candle...
The fire must be held with diligence...
Intelligence of the heart as the shepherd, rod and staff...
The light that is sought...
It cometh not with sight...
And being at variance with all things...
He boldly goes where none have gone...
An ascetic of sorts...
He eats only what falleth in his palm...
And nourished mainly by the wind of his mother's hair...
He sings with sweet tears of all beings...
Carrying the sacrifice...
He marches fearlessly into the fray...
And while knowing the Supreme Self...
He leaves behind life and death...
It is for those that seek to understand that...
Following no footprints...
The sound of his drum...
Once abandoned...
Tis no longer far away...
Fully receptive to the grace...
His back-up light brought to the fore...
He made a friend in Duty...


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THE HIPPOCAMPUS

The doubtful Self was murdered...
Fearlessly eternal...
The ragged body...
Carried off by the Holy River...
The sweet smell of burning flesh...
Not a prayer was needed...
Introduced to the Farmer...
He taught me the craft...
Introduced to the Mother...
She held my hand...
She taught the man to be vulnerable...
She taught the man to care for the sprouts...
Destroyed I was by past doubts...
A fool with my mouth...
Twas my speech that caused this seahorse to drown...
Killing all the babes long ago...
She rescued me...
Coagulating my fluids to restructure my brain...
Memories of the past returned...
As if I never left...
A relegated feeling of something akin to a moment...
I did not know of my death...
Formed from the ash of His fire...
The sage of Light exhaled...
The vibration blown into me...
Remembering now how to see...
I'm back in the seat of the raft...
No wind, yet an ocean flow...
A cupful of patience...
The eyes roll back in...
I now remember...
Remembering is for the fool...


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