Drew Lawson, Victoria Regional Meeting.
on reading of the mystical way
speak these words
with the voice
of your soul
feeling the sound
vibrate
your being
listen
with the ear
of the heart
leaving the work
of the mind
until the infused silence
has revealed
what is
beyond
these mere words
allow
these doors
to open
upon
your own bliss
which will
reveal
a thousand thousand
blessings
enabling
you to embrace
bodhichitta
and bathe creation
in an ocean
of great good
*
where does it come from
this book you have made
with pages of fear
constraining your heart
proclaiming
what your life is not
the cannots and impossibilities
the demeaning smallness
denying your nature
in the image of alaha?
this tomb of a tome
fences you in
with blindness to the truth
of your being
encouraged to wither
its existence becomes
an unseen mystery
an itch
scratched with the wrong hand
irritating
instead of healing
whose voice
has captured you?
and with your allowing
sent you to the hell
which is the denial
of the long, long, list
of alaha’s graces to you
the long, long list
of alaha’s gifts to you
the long, long list
of the diamonds shining
in your heart
when did you learn
to say no to alaha?
when will you say yes?
with no answers
you sit in the unending
stream of love
in a landscape
where there is no drought
but unceasing baptism
this water does not
clean you
for you are
this water is empty
of gifts
for you have everything
this turbulent water
is alaha’s dance of joy
at your existence
the roar of universal communion
singing the song of greeting
to their blessed sibling
polishing the preciousness
you have always been
scrubbing away the moss of lies
to reveal
yourself
to yourself
divine and infinite
being of alaha
blessed beyond measure
generous beyond weighing
loving as the depth
of the cosmic ocean
look in the mirror
of alaha dearest one
and be flabbergasted
by reality
*
centuries
of small theology
have left us
harming christ
by refusing
to embrace
the gift of our being
made in the image of god
encountering the divine
we rear away
like a startled horse
whose staring eye
has seen
the consequences
our own divinity
which threatens
to break us
open
into the endless
blessing
we have
unknowingly
always
been
*
i stand
facing countless blessings
incarnated
as hedge leaves
a vibrantly green choir
singing
in the spring air
*
prayerful silence
is
a demolition ball
pounding
all constraints
into a mountain of rubble
to be cleansed
in the flowing river
and recycled
into a temple
of adoration
of our bridegroom
who came
to set us free
from all
inhibitions constructed
from the bricks of fear
anger and guilt
releasing
a monastic enclosure
whose limits are
a torrent
of edgeless love
yes
yes
a monastery
without walls
containing all
of the impermanent
evolving cosmos
constantly baptised
by the living stream
which is
the eternally infinite
mystical ocean
welcome to your being
*
blue
blue
hangs
in the air
serenely
present
a divine
infusion
rising
from the earth
to attract
our attention
reminding
our heart
each step
is enfolded
*
longer and longer
i sit in silence
until i am
no longer waiting
alaha speaks
release your song
let your mystical being
live
as a fully open door
a wind of love
infusing the cosmos
with song
sung through your being
into the ears of all
mystics
throughout eternity
*
the lintel
gives the clue
when we look
with our heart
rather than
the mind
which only sees
a bricked-up doorway
stopping
our desires
the seemingly vertical
and blocking stones
are
the welcoming path
waiting for us
to allow ourselves
to believe
our vision
caressed
by the spirit
which is
forever opening
what we think of
as closed
*
the song of my heart
is
a doorway
filled
with shadow
inviting me
into
what i cannot
see
*
in the land
of the spirit
the grass
is
still
singing
a thousand songs
of green
drawing us
into
the incarnation
of love
un-noticed
when
our outer spontaneities
are
disconnected
from
our being
*
the stone walls
cold and moist
with morning rain
touch my hand
entrance my eye
bend my knee
and i sit
leaning
against the upholder
of my being
as the baptismal spring
begins
again
silently
i sing
with the joy
of the pilgrim
at home
amidst ruins
alive with the lineage
of all contemplatives
*
on top
of a mountain
vision
is
blinded
by the insistent
blue
prising open
the eternal
eye
of the soul
waiting
for the descending
cloud
of unknowing
to baptise
with sight
*
the window
beckons me
to fly straight
as a meditation
into the mystery
of the source
unconstrained
by materiality
each vibrant colour
of the hill-side and sky
fruitful
emanations of the beauty
of the unseen
silence
singing
at the centre
of each geographic moment
arising
from the divine emptiness
infusing
yet beyond
the seen
and unimagined universe
flying
flying
flying
soaring
the ever open
window
disciplines the flight
into the infinite
space
encompassed
by the eternal hermitage
walls glowing
with the darkness
of all meaning
hidden
in clear sight
to be found
by the faithfulness
of the bride
*
amorphous forms
of words deceive
with dictionary definitions
that cannot
explain the i am
of colin mccahon
or the swirling
letters and words
of aida tomescu
we use
a million pieces of rope
in a deluded attempt
to tie life
to a mythology
devoid
of the human heart
and end up
nowhere
this is
the nowhere
of confused lostness
not
the nowhere
of everywhere
given as our birthright
of connectedness
infusing
all with all
and from the silence
of nowhere
which is
everywhere
light
is
spoken
*
on her first
much longed for
pilgrimage
to iona
the abbey church
disappoints
the sadness
filling her
like a wave
flows
down her cheeks
and reduces her
sprightliness
to the walk
of the living dead
the living stone
that had uplifted
her heart
over the miles
of her geography
turned out to be
merely
a museum
so much she couldn’t see
through
her tear filled eyes
yet on entering
the pale
of the nunnery
she finds
the nuns waiting
for her
*
the lintel
is
large
and heavy
to pin
all
in place
like a key
turning
in a lock
it floats
into place
on a cushion
of divine silence
releasing
the compassion
of the mystic
heart
*
flowing
mystical
essence
unlocks hearts
unlocks hearts
and is
my doing
by being
*
in disappearing
i struggle
as tentacles
of the worldly desire
to be seen
tug me out
of the awareness
of the divine
entrancing my mind
with seductions
of the temporary
i hesitate
at the choice
between death
and the eternal
*
the window
which is
my soul
looked out
from my cave
on the mountain of god
and saw
a space so enormous
that my being
as naturally as breathing
expanded
into union
with the divine
and the valley of my illusions
fell away
revealing
god’s constant call
to rebuild
the nunnery on iona
with blocks
of silence
*
earthquake
of my heart
you sit
so still
under a celtic cross
while facing
the abbey
on our iona
marvellous music
sings
through our conversation
of silence
interspersed with words
as exclamation marks
on our voyage
that never ends
for it is
always
just beginning
*
my being
is
a hermitage
cathedral
expanding
all notions
of inner-space
until all is
beyond
all notions
*
my hermitage
is
a cave
on the mountain
of god
firing
clouds
of unknowing
into hearts
confused
by certainty
*
dancing
through the cloud
of unknowing
reveals
a sacred arch
framing
the ancient tree
of wisdom
planted
in our own soil
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