Poetry
The Magic Journey
I have a magic button in the core of my heart.
I press it with my attention to let the magic start.
The world suddenly grows brighter, aglow with living light,
As if it was newly created right before my sight.
A glistening road unfurls before me starting in my heart.
My inner magic Friend then shows me an ancient chart,
A blueprint of epic scope, the story of my life,
Highlighting each victory of overcoming all strife.
By keeping my attention upon reality’s shore,
Where perfection washes its beauty upon me ever more,
Grace is won, love is given, and peace will now descend
Upon each person and each place where this road doth wend.
The Word
What word in divine nomenclature
Can I call you: Buddha nature,
God, Presence, the Self, Consciousness,
Brahman, Rama, Pure Awareness?
What word could capture your essence
Wafting my heart with divine remembrance?
What name brings your sweetness instantly
Sending a thrill that touches all of me?
They say you cannot be contained in a word,
But I think there’s a word somewhere I’ve heard
That focusses attention in the right direction
And give me an instant vibrant connection.
To be Like the Buddha
I will be like Gautama
And climb through the veils of maya,
Up past tangles of past sowings,
Up past the wailings and woeings
Of emotions returning to my door.
Up, up higher I will soar
And touch your heart O Blessed One,
Touch you and your glorious sun,
Touch your waters of sunlit peace.
I will stand on that shore and reach
Into your arms to find my perfect clime,
And see that I was there all the time.
Separation was a mayic myth.
In the sands of time you left the glyph,
So I might read and follow true
Every sparkling, radiant clue
Into your heart where I have always been.
And that is the truest truth of my being.
The Sunny Voice
Beloved inner Presence bright
Fix my mind on your delight.
Banish all my doubts and fears.
Sing your sweet wisdom in my ears
So I can hear your sunny voice
Giving me that splendid choice
Of choosing Love as Truth supreme.
Showing me your beautiful dream
That loosens all my dusty fears,
Dissolving them without any tears.
An Old, Old Road
I’m going down an old, old road,
Like in the Bible stories of old—
A maiden carrying a water jug.
In my heart I feel that ancient tug,
To find the well, the source of all life,
That puts an end to every strife.
There in that oasis of sacred space,
All worries dissolve without a trace.
Living water from an endless source,
Liquid Light from a crystal watercourse,
Touches my memories revolving slowly,
And turns them into remembrance holy.
Pours forth into my thirsty mind
And sunlit thoughts do there entwine.
Into my feelings all in turmoil
Comes a soothing healing oil.
And into my body stiff and tight
Pulses a pure and holy light.
And there, new made I’ll ever dwell
Beside this Christic heart-sprung well.