Luminous Awareness

  The words may be pointers   Fingers motioning   Directing the eyes   Back to the moon   On a winters night   In February       Here is an invitation   To take one small step   Into That       Let the unknowning be your guide   Back to the land that birthed you     Then     A symphony of strings all rejoice   From an unknown source   Somewhere in the void   Behind the clouds   That the sun has chosen   To poke through   With amber fingers of light   That sweetly caress   The mountain pines     Reach out   Be taken by the hand   Gently reminded how to whirl   Like the dervish   Caught in the mountain creek current   Of living water   Spinning eternally   In the heart wheel of God   ...

A morning kiss. One mountain and a million twinkling eyes. I want to lay down for an eternity in the soft white of your valley. The cold passes over quietly, like the kindness of winter fog. Give service to this blessing. Bow down again and again in a room adorned with Nothing. Be a snow ball that the neighbor child has just thrown into the creek. Watch as you are taken on a journey deep out to sea. Be as gentle as the bird that has just landed on the fresh pile of snow outside my window, pecking at tips of dead grass. Watch as all the previously known laws of the universe become undone. Let the awe be a bridge to your own undoing. The mountain may be hiding under two-feet of snow but you can still access it through the secret door in your heart. What the snow has given to the mountain has been given to the whole universe. Just lay down in it and be a child making snow angels, catching snowflakes with outstretched tongue. Here is an otherworldly offering. It melts in the openness of a ...