Yesterday I was reading Kabir and Mary Oliver poems to Keith before bed and then poems started swirling in my head. So reminded me that what we listen to will resonate within us. That sound current Naad yoga component. Wahe Guru so this one is to and for you. First a little Kabir then me to you.
It’s time to put up a love swing. Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they swing between the arms of the Secret One you love. Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes and cover yourself entirely with eht shadow of nite. Bring your face close to his ear and then talk only about what you deeply want to happen Kabir says, Listen to me, brother, bring the shape face and color of the holy one inside you. I say Wahe Guru.
Poetry is for making bread with the mysteries of the world, baking them lightly and eating them with relish. Poetry takes you on deep journeys with five deep words crafted together like a bamboo raft. Your life boat comes to carry you away on smooth word waters and you oblige by jumping into the unknown and flowing into a promise of the sublime. Craft your own words which will attract all the heavens to bow warmly at your feet when you no longer care.
Poetry is about letting things flow from you in ways they are normally stopped and censored. Allow the jagged rocks to crash upon calm waters and create a rumba. Be the dance and the dancer. Be the lover and the beloved. Experience it all. Become the one that dangles at the end of each word.
Wahe Guru love to you now do it. Be it that is the delight of the infinite to watch his finite stop struggling helplessly and making the most of the crashing and thrashing knowing the beloved is just knocking the dirt clods off you.