I cannot see my love,
I cannot hear my love,
I cannot smell my love
I can not touch my love
I can only feel my love for you,
My heart aches, my resonance so strong, it radiates my love past the moon and the stars to universes beyond.
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I cannot speak love, although my mouth will often try,
I cannot write love, although my pen flows with words,
I cannot think love although my mind wants in on the play,
I cannot face love, although I often look it in the eye,
Love springs from nowhere infecting my heart, saturating my body, and soaking into my bones.
Down, down, down, deep into the earth and beyond, never stopping further than my imagination can take me. My dad, his dad, his dad, his dad, his dad, until I see no dads! And then further again, no dads, no dads, no dads, no dads, until nothing arises out of me.
I cling to my roots, I cling to my past, these very roots, hold me firm. I am good at this like my dad, I am bad at this like his dad, my hair is white like his dad, and and my eyes are blue like his dad. And so it goes, back and back until at last, I am the essence of NO dads, and nothing arises out of me.
It takes courage to cut my roots so deeply for freedom to arise. Free from the field of comfort and delusion where my dads of past love to lie. The sword cuts the axe chops the roots finally sever and into nothingness I disappear and no trace is left of me. And there it is the field beyond where the face of NO dads appear; nothing arises, no roots, no self, just free to roam in infinite possibility.
Again and again, I find myself on this road,
halfway between the life I left behind and the life I have not yet claimed.
And for the moment, breathless, I forget the destination, forget where I am going
because my heart is ablaze, and the wind is in my hair, and the world cannot keep up with me.
I am too fast for this world, too alive to think about consquences.
I have risked everything to ride on this road, risked ridicule and rejection and my precious reputation, but I have chosen life over death,
freedom over approval, speed over stagnation.
I have fallen in love with the unknown again.
The destination will show itself, yes, a new life will rise, but first I must ride, guided only by some inner knowing, a little frightened but in awe of my own courage.
There is no greater connection than our connection to the earth,
It has to be this way as gravity returns us time and time again.
The birds fly, masters of the air,
We stumble, masters of the mind,
Sink deep, let gravity pull us into the darkness of the deepest ocean,
Empty your lungs and with your last gasp release and let go,
Let go of everything, let go of everyone, let go of life as you know it.
And only then will you pass through the gate less gate to freedom and beyond.
I have learnt too much,
And yet I know nothing.
I have so much to share,
But with who I know not.
From where did I come,
And where do I go,
The birds sings, the mosquitos bite, in stillness I sit.
Trust not me, and trust not you,
How do we speak a truth that we cannot see.
Sit and find your way home,
And only then can you trust,
But not me and not you.
Published in OM Yoga Magazine – March 2018
My journey into yoga and Zen Buddhism began over seven years ago at a time in my life when I was rapidly self-destructing, fears of failure and pressures of business and life, snowballing over a decade until life itself reached a breaking point and snapped. In desperation I began to look for something, Continue reading