a shell breaking open
a shell breaking open
a shell breaking open.
In the past,
You’ve been rough as hell about it,
You Affectionate Scoundrel, you!
You played two games back then–
gleefully chasing to help me get life moving
and heartfully holding to help me settle into peace.
I felt like I was burning down back then,
and You stood there beside me with a kind, knowing look on your face,
cheering with such relentless fervor,
“Go, go, go, burn up and bust it down!”
You played in the Dark and the Light,
in the world of dreams and mind.
Now, what is all this?
you’re caressing my white shell so softly
You’re leaving piles of beautiful flowers around me.
You’re singing to my heart with flutes and life and
pulling me into the world, right here, right now, into my body.
You’re starting to pour dazzling affection for what is into me,
and now my mind lays down peace
and worries sparkle away into the past.
This time, I don’t even feel the shell breaking.
Throw some more flowers at me,
you affectionate Scoundrel, you!
Play these songs that reach my heart
and seem to meld with my breath!
Yes! You Colorful Lover,
let’s do more of this!
Keep breaking open this shell
piles of flowers and
soft kisses and
that tugs at my heartstrings!
Aye, Keshava, aye!
I could stare at that face for eons
I could fall into it
and my heart beats
like the deep, silent boom of the universe
One look at your face,
and I feel time unmoving.
I see the black of space and galaxies
And dark pink flowers unfurling.
In your concern,
I see how black yin meets gold yang.
In your delight, I see
the formless embracing form, letting go,
embracing form, letting go,
When you smile and play,
I know why you make matter,
And I know why you made the universe so big.
I’ve heard of some who think they need to search for you
In the fumes of mind alone.
But they haven’t seen
how the formless yearns for form,
How you’re always everywhere, flinging yourself
with sweet, thirsty yearning
into the joyful play of the physical world.
Wah, Narayan, wah!
The voice of God is
as quiet and gentle as the sunrise at dawn,
when the sky is still purple, melting into golden pink.
Become quiet enough to hear
the voice of God.
He doesn’t pester.
He is gentle.
God is all around.
He is all right here, never lording over.
His voice is gentle, a brief caressing breeze.
He is like the gleaming dust particles in the sun.
Become slow so you can see him.
Become quiet inside so you can hear him.
(He only bangs on your door
when the choices you haven’t made
are fastlaneing you to your heart’s death.
I pray we never get there.
When he shouts for you to bring you back,
he runs you off cliffs, crashes you into trees,
and t-bones your car.)
Don’t make God wail for you–
because he will risk your life to save your Heart.
Become quiet now
so you can hear his
soft, gentle, always-here voice.
Let me tell you where God lives.
He lives in Silence.
He lives in the Stillness.
He lives in the center of the world unmoving,
And all the world revolves around this stillness.
Let me tell you where Love is.
It is in the Silence.
It is in the Stillness.
It is in the center of the world unmoving.
It is in wordless feeling and mindless listening.
Our minds are a door to the world.
We can love a person
We can love a mountain
We can love a color
We can love a feeling
We can love an animal
We can love anything,
even our old and worn out selves,
If we go and sit in the place where God lives.