Presence is the leaven that makes earth rise.
We knead this loaf by walking gently,
honoring ecstatic raspberries
that tumble through the crippled zero
of a junked tire,
peaches fallen into putrefying splendor,
lightning of naked twigs on Autumn sky,
hieroglyphs that signify how jaggedness
resolves into awakened space.
This isn’t just pretend, it’s how
Christ beholds the lilies…
Let that eye of kindness lead you
back to the vulva where your clan emerged,
womb-amber chaos all our dreams
entangle in, the quintessential element
of seeing, where we suck
the nipple of original otherness.
After love making, some mother
must have swept our ashes up
in the wake of her heartbeat
where we could smell the mulch
of opposites, the musk of the dead
in a bundle of throw-out hyacinths.
We tasted rubies and moonlight,
the bitter yeast on golden grapes
un-gleaned at vineyards edge,
first fruits for homeless strangers,
those lovers of losing their way…
from the heat of the composted loss
the packed blackness of our sorrow
suddenly sprouts bejeweled graces.
I’m still stumbling home from that
first fragrance, friend.
You’re not as drunk as I am yet,
but you’ll get there, you’ll get there.
Leaven by Alfred K. LaMotte
love warriors walk through this world
love dripping from open hands
falling onto shattered pieces of the broken
staining bits of the kaleidoscope of hurting hearts
pouring out what is so needed
brutally defending tenderness
as the ones who have forgotten to know
appear to do battle…
fearful, hardened, defense
not knowing what they have forgotten…
oh, dearest, please wake up,
please allow yourself to remember
we are all the light
we are each the beloved
please let me hold you
touch those wounded places
touch your face
breathe your soul into mine
until we are completely one
rub love on your sore spots
until you remember
what you already know
stay here with me
for a long long while
let’s walk together
talk about all this beauty
as we go forward
allowing this drip to become
the very universe
let’s dream together
as we sail our sea green ship
into this mystic world beyond the stars
beyond the moon
and once again
find ourselves home in the sun
living this exquisite ecstasy
drunk on the love brew
The Love of the Soul wells up within my heart; and understanding, pity, love and self-forgetfulness arise. I carry love to all I meet. I meet men’s love with love and remember not myself.
Discipleship in the New Age I
Alice A. Bailey
The Tibetan D.K.
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.
A Community of the Spirit by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi