true kabbalah:
breathing Light I rest peacefully
lying on the loveseat acquiescently
observing the television and luminous
blue white sky above.
rushing purity from vents below
as i lovingly peck at the tablet
allowing my higher self
to express him/herself —
knowing that this is the only
self that i am —
knowing the Unity of all
that was, is and will be,
so time dissolves
and God ceases to suffer
as He/She is no longer
fragmented by my divisions, objectification
and theology.
i breathe softly
content to experience the friendship
of God
found in poetry & the glances of others.
i invite the Creator to allow me
to co-create
with loving-kindness.
all that i can really say is
i am
and we are.
remaining receptive
is enough.
NOW
Closing my eyes,
I let go of
unwritten books
that are a slide show
of old wishes –
all feeling
like myths
or metaphors.
As I pray
I invent
realms of atmosphere
catching my childhood
in a wavy net.
I release
the past
like a vampire
bathed in light.
Happiness.
meditation on the back porch:
as you leave for the day
your kiss is a loving collision
and a lamp
of my ancestors.
i sit in humid morning
with our dog on my lap,
closing my eyes
and observe my breath.
my thoughts are compulsive –
like an onyx coat
and clouds of plankton.
there is a microscope
in my head,
but as i pet Bella
my soul becomes
sea green
and the sun wipes its forehead
in orchid heat.
love soothes fires
as i become
a peaceful dove
reclining within
the restful
mind of God.
PAROUSIA Magazine 