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Baba's birthday
seven squawking geese
rip across Long Lake
Gnawing blackness
eclipsing the moon
my desire for You brightens
Orange half-moon
on the ocean's rim
embers of the heart glowing
Bitter wind off the ocean
cold sand, blowing litter
where have You gone?
Pulsing energy on the ocean's
far horizon—Your face
best glimpsed with soft eyes
Tonight, inside the Lagoon Cabin,
the whirling of galaxies,
Venus and Mars Argentine tango
Flat on the boathouse deck
devouring the noon sun of You
in the reeds a blue heron
Moon in the water
fish in the sky
this ache inside never subsides
Another Silence Day
and still my hypocrisy:
quiet tongue, jabbering mind
If I painted my heart
bright pink as Your coat
would you hide it on Your sleeve?
My heart turns and still turns—
facing the world, then
facing Your face
Full moon over the boathouse
the milky way in the lake
shimmerings of Your silence
I walk the trail
to Your house
for so many briar-torn lifetimes
Lovers surround Your bed
outside the window
a jealous angel
A blue heron wings
low over Long Lake
over your great Silence soars my heart
Crescent moon cradles
a star—may my life
be lived from inside Your embrace
Still fluttering, the moth
snared in a silken web
"I" takes so long to die
Meher, I smell
Your mysterious name
deep inside this oak
Last autumn I planted
Your name in my windowbox
when will spring arrive?
An ant carries
a dead beatle. Beloved,
walk my sorrow to Your nest
Transfixed on the footbridge
forever,
the evening sun never setting
The implicate order of
eternity imbues
every leaf on Your Center
My every cell saxophoning
blue and gold notes
jazzing Your name
Barefooted, I sizzle
the snow—the tips
of my toes branding Your name
As I remember
my heart
longs to remember
The ocean floods
the beach pool
where heart becomes soul
As I stare at
Your golden face
I long to see You
Evening arti
in the distance a cow's bell
when will You call me home?
Even inside your Samadhi
my heart longs
for Your Samadhi
We bow at
Your threshold
but we don’t dive in
Anyone can kiss
Your threshold
few dare step inside
The woods of Your Center—
Great Mystery Forest
Great Mystery Lake
Scrub pines so dry
so brittle
sometimes the heart a desert
Sometimes I face the highway
sometimes the Ocean
the heart is that which turns
A sand crab scuttles
inside its hole
flood me with Your waves
No more sand dollars
on this beach
I am a poor man without Your love
An Angel Falls of love
cascaded into my being
when you accepted my grief
I drank the poison
of longing for You
there is no antidote
A cataract clouds
the eye of my heart
I grope my way to Your home
I found the Master Tree
on Your Center
a poem as beautiful as a tree
Fairies on retreat
in Great Mystery Forest
all night You frolick
The atoms of my body
in nuclear fusion
Your enriched Name the fuel rod
In April wisteria blossoms
send me sniffing
the path still hot with You
The sea's first light
a rose-sword from sun to shore
the burning of the heart
All night, a gentle snow
All morning, your melting breath
My footprints disappearing
You surprise us
With snow last night
On the lake two white swans
Deep within Your Center
Hides another Center
We search the trails for it
Lagoon Cabin steps—
Worn sneakers, torn laces
How many lifetimes of wandering?
The clarity of light
Inside the Lagoon Cabin
Outside, the darkened sun
I sleep all day, nights
Spent sipping Your Being
In the Open Heart Café
Two people in the boathouse
A turtle's nose
Peeks through Your Silence
I've become a bum
In Your Open Eye Café
Addicted to the Unseen
And You, the Butcher
And we, the turtle's heart
That keeps on beating
climb the brick stairs
Slowly, mindfully
Twenty-eight stations of the heart
October 15, 2014
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