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When the Universe Comes Knocking

When the Universe comes knocking,
We roll.
We pull out the shiny red car from the old garage
We put streamers and bells and whistles on it.
We move over to the passenger seat,
And with a big, relieved grin, we say,
“Baby, you drive!”

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Strings of Mind

Hey, Hey, God,
Take all the straight strings of my mind
and twist them
into a rainbow circle
and wear it
around the ankle above your feet.

I told you I want to be the village idiot
like that drunkard, Rumi,
but at the moment,
I am on the star farthest from.

I told you I’m done playing the game,
and yet I still stick the sword of knowledge in my heart
and play this game with zealous abandon.

Do we have to keep fighting
like a couple
who thinks
they’ve gotten used to each other’s ways?

Let’s settle down
and hold hands
and drink a cup of tea together
without saying a word,
And how about you whisper
some more of your secrets to me, Love?

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Pain’s Treasure

Oh Traveler!
You think that pain is your domain alone
And there you are so alone

What you do not know
Is that pain,
bonebreaking, crushing pain,
is a part of being human.

No one can tell where someone has been
on this road just by looking at them or
listening to the sound of their voice.

Ask, Listen, Learn!
Outward appearances conceal whole worlds
in front of your eyes.

You look at all the glit and glitter
And think it denies reality–
But what you do not know, oh Traveler, is that
in the suffering
lies the most beautiful gem of all!

There the World itself
reveals its true and simple nature:
yourself meets Yourself,
The mind realizes its own game,
And suddenly you realize
you were never alone,
never, never, never,
not once!

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You Affectionate Scoundrel, You!

Life
is like
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?
This time,
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
with
piles of flowers and
soft kisses and
music
that tugs at my heartstrings!

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Love, And Timestops

All of the sudden, I want you to crash into me.
If that train careened into me,
nothing, not a thing, would be wrong.

You give me
downright
mindblowing
sensations
of the way you love the whole universe.

When I start to feel love,
I suddenly feel…an immense ocean of lack.
It burns sweet and pulls hard.
But really?
It’s not a lacking at all is it?
That sweet burn and hard pull
is Your desire to play as every last atom in the universe,
isn’t it?
You made infinity to pleasure yourself, didn’t you.
How much you love, I doubt I’ll ever know,
and just a taste of it turns my world inside out.

You keep sending me postcards lately,
snapshots in time.
A tree I’ve driven past a hundred times
is suddenly blooming still in timestop,
effulgent in all its beautiful, raucous
attention-getting.

White blossoms say “Hello!” to me as they fall in stillmotion.
A chime, unringing, grabs my attention,
and the world in the misty morning stands still yet again
as you send me another postcard.

What if You wrote me a whole letter?
I might lose my fucking mind.
I might stop going to work.
I might stop doing my duty.
I might stop talking.
I might stop hating and fighting.
That’s scary, and you know that, too, don’t you?

You’re hinting at me.
I’m starting to catch your drift.
The stories I tell myself, the stories I told,
and clung on to, don’t matter.
It could all be so easy,
so mindnumbingly simple,
if I just let it be.

If you blast my mind away,
I’ll run through town smashing your idols,
and then we’ll be Even.

I love the postcards,
but I want you to know I’m scared,
yet curious as always.

So if you fire the final shot,
please do this gently, with me on board,
when the time is right,
with the love you love the whole universe with.

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I Could Stare at That Face for Eons

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,
for eons.

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!

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The Short Guide to Happiness

Pleasant feelings
Rest there and savor
But don’t hold on

Unpleasant feelings
Rajas!
Rouse your courage and your awareness!
Go directly into it!

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