Eyewitness to the Truth ...
> > > I thought I had self-control, > So I regretted times I didn't. > With that considering over, the one thing I know > is I don't know who I am! > > > This piece of food cannot be eaten, > nor this bit of wisdom found by looking. > There is a secret core in everyone > not even Gabriel can know by trying to know. > > > You come reading books late in life. > Don't worry if you see the young ones > ahead of you. Don't hurry! > You're tired and ready to quit? > Let your hands play music! > > > Some nights, up until dawn, > as the moon sometimes does for the sun, > Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way > of a well, then lifted out into the light. > > > Tonight remove whatever remains. > Last night we lay listening to your one story, > of being in love. We lay around you, > stunned like the dead. > > > No wineglasses here, but wine is handed round. > No smoke, but burning. > Listen to the unstruck sounds, > and what sifts through that music. > > > We don't need wine to get drunk, > or instruments and singing to feel ecstatic. > No poets, no leaders, no songs, > yet we jump around totally wild! > > > No better love that love with no object, > no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. > If you could give up tricks and cleverness, > that would be the cleverest trick! > > > I can break off from anyone, > except that presence within. > Anyone can bring gifts. > Give me someone who takes away. > > > Noah's ark is the symbol of our species, > a boat wandering the ocean. > A plant grows deep in the center of that water. > It has no form and location. > > > What is this day with two suns in the sky? > Day unlike other days, > with a great voice giving it to the planet, > HERE IT IS, ENAMORED BEINGS, YOUR DAY! > > > Glass of wine in hand, I fall, > get on my feet again, dizzy, deranged, > then sink down demolished, > not in this place any longer, > yet here, strong and sober, still standing. > > > The Friend comes clapping, at once obvious > and obscure, without fear or plans. > I am like I am > because this one is like that. > > > The Friend comes into my body > looking for the center, unable > to find it, draws a blade, > strikes anywhere! > > > This night there are no limits to what may be given. > This is not a night but a marriage, > a couple whispering in bed in unison the same words. > Darkness simply lets down a curtain for that. > > > Tonight is the essence of night, > asking and what the asking wants, > generosity and the given, > something said back and forth, > with God! > > > A night full of talking that hurts, > my worst held-back secrets: Everything > has to do with loving and not loving. > This night will pass. > Then we have work to do! > > > I circle your nest tonight, > around and around until morning > when a breath of air says, NOW, > and the Friend holds up like a goblet > some anonymous skull. > > > I am filled with you. > Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. > There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. > Nothing in this existence but that existence. > > > Don't forget the nut, being so proud of the shell! > the body has its inward ways, > the five senses. They crack open, > and the Friend is revealed! > Crack open the Friend, you become > the All-One! > > > Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. > Don't try to see through the distances. > That's not for human beings. Move within, > but don't move the way fear makes you move! > > > Walk to the well. > Turn as the earth and the moon turn, > circling what they love. > Whatever circles comes from the center! > > > The rose laughs at my long-looking, > my constantly wondering what > a ROSE means, and who OWNS > the rose, whatever it means! > > > Two hands, two feet, two eyes, good > as it should be, but no separation > of the Friend and your loving: > Any dividing there > makes other untrue distinctions like "Jew" > and "Christian" and "Muslim"! > > > Seeing you heals me. > Not seeing you, I feel the walls closing. > I would not wish for anyone else > such absence. > > > WHAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE WITHOUT ME? > HOW CAN YOU CRY? > HOW CAN YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? > HOW CAN YOU SEE? > > > Lost to one who seems not to care, > I feel pain, though even that is welcome > from the Other who demands everything that I am. > If I withhold it now, > as worthless, the asking is precious! > > > My love hides on the path where the love-thief goes > and catches that one by the hair with my teeth. > WHO ARE YOU? the love-thief asks, but as I open > my mouth to say, he escapes into the desert! > > > I thought of you and threw > my glass of wine against the wall. > Now I'm neither drunk nor sober, > jumping up and down, completely mad! > > > Our eyes do not see you, > but we have this excuse: Eyes > see surface, not reality, > though we keep hoping, > in this lovely place. > > > After being with me one whole night, > you ask how I live when you're not here. > Badly, frantically, like a fish trying to breathe > dry sand. You weep and say, > BUT YOU CHOSE THAT! > > > There is a channel between voice and presence > a way where information flows; > In disciplined silence the channel opens; > with wandering talk, it closes. > > ...
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