I wrote this prose in June 2019 after recollecting a peak experience of awakening I had one day 20 years ago. It was 1999, and I was in a car with a girlfriend and two of her young daughters, aged 4 and 7. The two girls were singing along to the tune on the radio: "I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys. For that moment, in the sweet harmony of sisters, the pure innocence of pure love filled the space. I was immersed in the full beauty of hearts free to express themselves. Even today, upon reflection, I can remember how love demolishes the insanity of this world of duality.
Bursts
of broken glass blow apart structures once sturdy
Cleansing
from within the diseased, the downtrodden, the dirty
The
peeling off of the dry and dead – reality’s skin
Crushing
the delusions of every place we’ve been
Laughable,
all stress – in an instant – melts to the ground
An
open sky – space brothers smile at what we’ve found
Celebration
rumbles up from underground roots
The
return of the Lord of Lords, the truth of truths
No
more need for forgiveness, retribution, reparation
Nor
the desperate propaganda to keep us all in separation
No
longer preoccupied with agony’s desire for attention
Fuck
that – here it comes – yes it’s love’s momentum
It
started from the first explosion of soul – a divine spark
Tumbling
earthbound for the joyful excursion into the dark
Duality
dripped upon us until we fell for it hook, line and sinker
Drowning
our sorrows in poison – a lonely, early morning drinker
Buried
in soot, buried in denial, barely a breath to exhale
Covered
up – veil upon veil upon veil … upon veil
Even
prayers leave us in despair, believing no one will ever be there
When
all that is wanted is the face of someone, anyone, who cares
So
we search – as we plunder, blunder, slumber along
Every
step, deeper into the test, learning right from wrong
One
hand clapping, our primordial face – all of life’s conundrums
Will
it come - where is the eternal, the source … love’s momentum?
It
is here, it is here, do not despair
Every
time we proclaim that life is not fair
Seeds
will bloom, given room, in full magic and splendor
Soothing
all sores, healing all wounds … all so tender
Miracles
arising everywhere – glimmering underneath dreams that are buried
The
yin and the yang, the above and the below – forever married
Seen
in anonymous donation, God’s invisible helping hand
Seen
in two young sisters, in sweet harmony, singing glories of the latest boy band
Seen
in the laughter of the child who recalls not history’s hell
Seen
in in sublime response to prayer from our own wishing well
Seen
in the dramas and karmas playing out in divine detail
Seen
in the transcendent lesson gifted us every time we fail
Seen
in the light of our life that often eludes our worldly attention
It
is here, it is here, it is here … look for it … love’s momentum
