Cave of the Heart; Abode of Mahadeva; Enemy of the Great and Abominable Church

Women and Gold!

Name and fame!

Heavy intoxications!

Lies! Lies!

Lies so magnetic its hard to turn away -

But desires are never satisfied - we continue to ingest them!

Only giving birth to more desires! Want of more lies!

How tumultuous, how exhausting

The storm of thoughts of want in this sea!

The cracking thunder

Always screaming to our senses,

The overwhelming waves

Tossing ideas about in our heads:

Women and Gold! Women and Gold!

The Heart craves naught.

Release the clutch of material -even mystical- aspirations

And live in the cave of the Heart;

Her breath sets you free.

Her dance lightens your step.

Aum namah Kaliya,

Aum Kali Ma, Aum Kali Ma

Aum namah Shivaya.

Aum Shiv, Aum Shiv,

Aum Namah Kaliya,

Aum Kali Ma, Aum Kali.

AUM... Aum... aum...

Store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

-Matt 6:20-21

In My Lord's Garden

My heart yearns for Your sacred grove.

Longing for the human-weight to be lifted.

Last year, in some brief hours,

Your step in the rhythm of my stride,

Every foot raised was my prayer for Your attention.

Come to me, come to me!

My song broke tears in the temple shadows,

The well of devotion, its caverns filled,

Its waters flowing over, sang along.

My heart burst

An awe-filled gratitude in my soul,

Your Holy Breath, meek upon my neck.

You humble me, Lord.

A Story About Tea.

The sun sets and his chin falls.

His back slumps, his mind descends into subconscious depths.

Awaken, child!

Instant! Chin tucked, back straight, eyes open- cast upon Quan Yin.

Carved stone and drifting smoke lit red through temple doors.

The air does not move. The birds do not sing.

Sit. Sitting. Sit.

Does a dog have Buddha nature?

-Wu.

Thought. Thought. The dog barks, Wu wu! Wu wu!

Does a dog have Buddha nature?

-Mu.

She sings. He feels Her. He struggles against Her. He steps back.

Wu wu! Wu wu!

Does a dog have Buddha nature?

-No.

Hush thunders. Silence lulls.

Peace transcending all understanding.

She sings, the dog barks.

Wu wu! Wu wu!

He steps aside. He falls.

Hush hush, slip. Quiet.

Back slumps, head nods.

Wu wu! Wu wu! AWAKEN, child!

Fury boils, crawls, thunders in his veins.

Chin tucked, back straight, eyes closed.

As one peels a sticker from an orange.

Bodhidharma lifts his hands and tears his eyelids from his face.

The air moves gently. He throws them at Quan Yin's feet.

A dead leaf drags across the floor. Blood trickles through the tile cracks.

Chin tucked, back straight, eyes...

Open.

Dusk. Twilight. Dark.

The air does not move.

Wu wu, wu wu.

Inevitable. Darkness. Sleep enshrouds his soul.

Hush, child. Protection comes...

Dark. Twilight. Dawn. Eyes...

Open.

The air moves. The birds sing.

Where there was blood there is roots.

Where there was flaps of skin there is a tea plant.

The Iron Goddess of Mercy sings
Wu wu! Wu wu! Awaken Bodhidharma!

Does the dog have Buddha nature?!

-Mu!

To be in AWE.

Its the twilight sky
Revealing an expansive ocean.
Waves of the primordial soup
Crashing on the sand
And the life that grows and crawls
Within Her womb.

The road to AWE
Is to stand all amazed
As wisps of cloud
Drift overhead.
His face taking the first breath
And her body lying still in the
Mountain's silhouette.

The raod to AWE is the vines
Growing in the hedges
Creeping up Her limbs
To taste His sweet Light.

The road to AWE
Is simple,
Is difficult.
It is to stand in awe
Without flinching.

*Inspired by "The Fountain"

The Highest Endeavor:

You may control a mad elephant;
You may shut the mouth of the bear and the tiger;
Ride the lion and play with the cobra;
By alchemy you may earn your livelihood;
You may wander through the universe incognito;
Make vassals of the gods; Be ever youthful;
You may walk on water and live in fire;
But control of the mind is better and more difficult.
-Thayumanavar the great South Indian sage.

I Am the Self in the Heart of All Creatures

Arjuna:
O Krishna, O Origin of beings, O Lord of all creatures, O God of gods, O Sustainer of the world! verily Thou alone knowest Thyself by Thyself. Therefore, please tell me exhaustively of Thy divine powers and qualities by which Thine Omnipresence sustaineth the cosmos. O great Yogi! how shall I always meditate in order to know Thee truly?...

Krishna:
...I am the Self in the heart of all creatures: I am their Origin, Existence, and Finality.
-Bhagavad Gita X:15-17,20


"What one finds if one studies the various forms of mysticism is that the doctrines of the mystics are much less diverse than are religious doctrines. My interpretation of this is that mysticism is concerned with very fundamental laws... I consider mysticism to be something universal like scienece [and that] religions are based on the facts of science. Thus mysticism is a kind of universal foundation for the diverse and different religions. I should mention here that I'm not talking entirely about Eastern mysticism, because there is Western mysticism as well: e.g., Christian mysticism, Islamic mysticism (Sufism), and Jewish mysticism. These all say rather similar things.
"...Mystical experience by self-development through meditation, etc., is not only the key to one's own development but also the key... to putting this attempt to synthesize science and religion on a solid foundation... If we follow this path of a system of science with religion (using meditation as an observational tool), what we are doing is using our own nervous systems as instruments to observe the domains in which God works. Ordinary scientific instruments like telescopes, galvanometers, and particle detectors are not going to be good in this context because they are designed to function in the material domain. Our nervous systems, on the other hand, are designed to allow us to interact not only with the material level of existence but also with the spiritual levels. ...All the different levels are open to exploration if we develop our nervous systems so thet they tune in. One can imagine that this would be a part of the scientific training of the future."
-Nobel physicist Brian Josephson of Cambridge University, 1985

Though My Lover is Gone, Thou Love Me Still

Thou didst come to me as a lover
But now she is gone
That I may see Thee in family and friends
In the peace of the path
In the glories of Gurus

Though the pain of that love
Lingers writhing in my chest
I seek Thee still
Striving
Striving
Striving
One day behold!
In Thee I rest.

Aum. Amen.