Friday, May 20, 2011


We are lost,
Until pain wakes us from the dream,
And salty tears point the way,
To the abode of the Self.

Desperate to follow,
We bend,
Forced to put down,
The burden,
Of me and mine.

And entering the secret doorway,
We discover a palace of Light.
Where we find our own reflection,
Dazzling and laughing,
In the perfection,
Of appearing,
As a thousand different faces,
And a thousand different forms.

When You Pour Your Tea

When you pour your tea,     There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...