Do you Know what love is ....

Love is not of this world

I can tell you a secret though

"its the man sucking the poison out of the snake"

How do I know

Because he sees to

like the blind man who sees that

there is only light in all the darkest corners...

A Poem from the Heart

Truth meeting Truth

Glimpses of the beloved touched in its true essence, passing gifts handing them over
from a long forgotten .. ..

Oh I bow down to you, You drown me in your gaze, your beauty shines..

I cannot ever have you because I am You..

Thank you for this reminder to show the way home..

I know we have exchanged

I know I have given you a gift to .....and thats the dance...

You see we didn't plan this meeting

A love brought us here...

Nothing, everything, everything nothing all of that happening at the same time..

Looking, searching , grasping, realizing all of it passing by.

Trying and looking for a landing place.

The search that never finds, always coming to nowhere, its futile yet necessary...This sence of I, me ego all of it the play...haha and then there is a sence that youve landed and bingo the whole scenary changes youve lost it again...You realize theres no way out and definately no way in..

This character has already been done, this play has already been rehearsed..This is the magic, the miracle, the horror that You cannot change anything. Its shocking !! Because what you thought is awakening has got nothing to do with what you imagined... I have to laugh and laugh of my own ignorance as every time it catches me out..I get kissed by the beloved and then kicked in the backside only because my own ignorance again tries to catch it ...

Its very entertaining, like watching some south american soap, everyone trying to find the beloved in the play called life and every time its looking back you in your face...Yet then theres the meeting, the meeting is the bliss..and that meeting is happening in every moment . you either see or you dont ha ha what a crack ..You see self is finding its way home through the labyrinth of all these characters..like a snake and the ladder weaving its way, pointing the way home...