Dirty Little Secrets

she and the worlds
merged into one,
Love in her eyes,
seeing what she saw,
her eyes everywhere
far and distant,
looking inward,
she who knows Love,
becomes Love,
sheltering flame,
where the immortal
and the mortal meet,
passion flickers…
worlds within the soul.

One who is not yet enlightened cannot know when enlightenment appears. The flower is yet opening.

so many things
that i would say
if i had the chance
to talk to you
is it too soon?
is it too late?
should i move on?
or should i wait?
i hope you know
who is loved

what we regret
does not belong
when the Bright One comes
to sing the Song
walking on the shore
of the ocean floor
She’s like water
the Sea God’s daughter
hopes you know
who is loved

At the time of the dream, there is no non-existence. But when the dreamer awakens, she finds that there is nothing to hold on to.

When we die and leave this life, there is nothing to cling to here. It is illusion.

The end result:
there was no real heart there,
clever dialogue, dramatic scenes,
absurdities and details,
sex scenes lacking steam.

Love is exposing yourself,
letting yourself love,
a gentle sensitivity
left to the imagination
and elaborately painted.

Something intellectual,
awakening and honesty,
endearingly shy, wickedly erotic,
laughter, tears, and insight,
unending hope.

moment to moment
we are the makers
of our own destiny

the past is a dream
the future is not yet
there is only now

to face life in reality
with clarity and awareness
is to walk the path to wisdom

to see the truth
of suffering and joy
is to be Real

to learn peace of mind
is to question ourselves
with compassion and kindness

knowing that wisdom
is to be found within
through self-knowledge

to go beyond wisdom
extend compassion to all others
and find enlightenment

moment to moment
your destiny awaits you
how will you paint it?