Friday, April 17, 2015

If You Love It Enough

“Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough.”
— George Washington Carver


If you love it enough, any-
thing will tell you its secrets. Start
small, choosing perhaps a tiny
seedling. Find your way to its heart.

Can’t hear it? Listen closely — if
you love it enough, anything
will respond, pulsing back with its
own heartbeat, a soft whispering.

It’s a whispering that many
never hear, never guessing that,
if you love it enough, any-
thing can put you on the right path.

For within that whispering lisp
you can hear the universe sing,
and it will reveal to you, if
you love it enough, anything.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

When I Sit Down and Close My Eyes

When I sit down and close my eyes
in hopes of meditating deep,
I often find, to my surprise,
that suddenly I fall asleep.

I focus now, with all my might,
when I sit down and close my eyes.
My stomach thinks “that can’t be right!”
and queues up thoughts of apple pies.

And so go more attempts and tries:
distracted, itchy, or so-so.
When I sit down and close my eyes,
it doesn’t always seem to flow.

But still I hope and persevere,
and long to soar in heavenly skies.
And sometimes I can see them clear,
when I sit down and close my eyes.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Path to the Infinite

This is the path to the Infinite.

This is the spine,
held straight as a rod,
revealing the path to the Infinite.

This is the energy
given by God,
that flows up the spine
held straight as a rod,
ascending the path to the Infinite.

These are the chakras
that subtly transform
and govern the energy
given by God,
as it moves up the spine
growing rigid and taut,
as it climbs the steep path to the Infinite.

These are the vrittis
that swirl and storm,
obstructing the chakras
and treating with scorn
the limitless energy
given by God,
till it’s lost in the spine
now curving and bowed,
and yet longing still for the Infinite.

These are desires
that have taken a hold
and revolve in the vrittis
inflicting great harm
on the chakras whose power’s
now used to deform
that once-perfect energy
given by God
and trapped in the spine
which is tied up in knots,
and can’t see the path to the Infinite.

This is the ego
becoming enthralled
with fulfilling desires
so brazen and bold
that stir up the vrittis
in skirls and swarms,
upsetting the chakras
and leaving them torn,
dispersing the energy
given by God,
away from the spine
which has sunk to its root,
and can now hardly think of the Infinite.

This is the Guru
who calls us His own,
who teaches the ego
to not be controlled
by desires no matter
how glittering gold,
for they only form vrittis
with misleading charms.
But the chakras can now
become free to transform
and uplift the energy
given by God,
realigning the spine
that was so distraught,
and regaining the path to the Infinite.

And this is the devotee,
no longer alone,
who bows to the Guru
that shines like the sun,
dispelling the darkness
of ego and all of
our fears and desires
that once had us stalled,
in the vrittis that now
are dissolving their forms,
allowing the chakras to
open, reborn,
to the flow of the energy
given by God,
ascending the spine
once more straight as a rod,
and completing the path to the Infinite.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Inspiration Triolet

Inspiration comes at last,
when you really need it.
It may come slow, or maybe fast,
but inspiration comes at last.
Don’t let the moment wriggle past,
but harken well, and heed it!
Inspiration comes at last,
when you really need it.

Monday, April 13, 2015

The Tea Sonnet

The tins of tea proliferate beyond
all reason: shelves and cupboards overflow.
But, equally unreasonable, I’m fond
of that elixir. I suppose it shows.
Darjeeling, Earl Grey, Moroccan Mint,
Pineapple Ginger, Winter Chai, I think
without much trouble you can get a hint
that, black or green or red, it’s what I drink.
The white teas too can easily be found:
Emperor’s, Persimmon, Honeydew,
rub shoulders with the herbals that abound.
And so — what type of tea entices you?
Come sit with me and let us share a pot.
A life without some tea is simply not.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Sky-Rooted

I reach upwards now,
into a new element,
kneading the air
as I once did the earth,
powerful fingers,
sun-bleached, stretching,
a silent beckoning
to land and sky and rain:
I drew my strength from you, now
come, let me return it.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

ABCs at the Circus

Acrobatically buoyant, Carol
delights everyone,
flying gracefully high.
If jeopardized kites look mostly nervous,
only perfection quietly reigns supra-trapeze.
Until, very wildly,
xenophobic yaks
zoom zoo-wards,
yanking xylophones
wantonly, viciously
under the supports,
risking quite possibly
our noble mistress’s life.
Kind Jove intervenes, however!
Grasping frantically -- escape!
Deserving crowd’s buzzing admiration.