Short thoughts on love

Flames from my cabin's fireplace
Flames from my cabin’s fireplace © Raymond Hines

Often in this society
when we believe
someone loves us,

We’ll soon discover
they only love that
which we can give them.

In desperation
not to be alone,
love is service —
given and taken.

When they say
“I love you”
in service,
it is untruth,
a curse.

Real love can’t
be communicated,
nor in service.

Real love is an
unconditional life
between beloveds.

Real love is a
knowing between two,
as proof of that life.

Sometimes real love
feels like a curse,
but it is a growth of truth,
inwards and outwards.

Real love is a
singular, continuous
path taken together
to reunion with
All That Is.

Real love *is*
All That Is.

Subtle void

The other day I realized I hadn’t been meditating as much lately. I’ve gotten so caught up in the detritus of life and I can tell the difference. It’s amazing how the simple act of meditating on a consistent basis can shift your life for the better.

When you stop or let it fall off quite a bit, after awhile you’ll notice a subtle void that wasn’t there before.

The intangible becomes tangibly missing.


Ocean of love

I closed my eyes
and I saw you

Adrift on a vast,
deep ocean of love

Yet in your dinghy
you were separate

With worry, stress, loss
creased upon your soul

Not knowing
that all along

Your great Beloved
was right below you

Holding you aloft
and waiting for you

All you needed to do
was surrender

Dive into the
depths of the Beloved

Into the arms of
unconditional love

And the realization that
you are the ocean.

You are nature, too.

Blue Heron in tree over the Suwannee river near Bell, Florida

I often see animals and other kinds of life while out in nature. It happens frequently enough that it’s become a communion of sorts with my friends out there.

When I see them, I feel this sense of quietness and acceptance beneath their skin, an “okay-ness” with their world as it is.

I always want to get to know them better. That’s nothing new, mankind always has by way of capturing them, inspecting them in laboratories or putting them in zoos, etc. to observe them, and so on.

But it’s not real, nor as authentic. You cannot really “know” these beings in that way. They’re creations of God, our Universe. To really know them is to embrace them in their true essence, as God intended them to be… As pure and free spirits, in an environment that’s home.

To really know these creatures is to quietly melt yourself into their environ, open all your senses and especially your heart. This is how you “listen” and feel them, to sink into who they are, that quiet embrace that turns into an intimate connection in and of nature.

That’s when you start to feel the magic, the oneness, where you realize that you, too, are an animal, a creation of nature just as much as they are and you have a common bond with them.


No man’s land

Have you ever pondered ownership of land on earth? While it is a solid concept in practice, if you step back and look at it from a universal perspective, it seems arbitrary, perhaps even silly.

It just seems odd when see it from that non-human perspective — you have people claiming to own a piece of earth when it’s really not ours to begin with in the grand scheme of nature.

If you try and trace back ownership of a plot of land all the way back to the first/original “owner” you’ll find no provenance beyond that. Just that one day a person roped off an area and decided it was theirs to own, sell, or give. In other words, there’s no original authority at the end of the chain, so it’s almost like the entire concept of property ownership is a house of cards.

In an example of irony, the native american indians understood this, they felt as stewards of the land, not owners. And yet the the first “explorers” of the land they lived on took it from them and said it was theirs. You could say these caretakers were robbed.

In reality, all this land we live on was never owned by anyone, nor did it belong to anyone.

Sunset on the Suwannee river near Bell, Florida
Sunset on the Suwannee river near Bell, Florida

I know nothing

The deeper I go within meditations and dreams, the more certain I am that I know nothing


My cratered moon

Oh, my moon
My cratered moon

Whenever I looked up
clearly I could see you

But now you are fading
into the blackness

Stars showing a memory
of where you were once

Oh, my moon
My cratered moon

Don’t let me
forget you.

(Photo courtesy of and copyrighted by Mazhe)

Tuscawilla Oak

The colors out on the Tuscawilla Preserve are surreal around sunset, esp. with orange rays shining through the moss on these beautiful oak trees. The green trail looks like something out of a movie as it winds beyond the tree. If you follow it, you’ll end up on the edge of a sometimes dried lake with hundreds of birds about, akin to scenes long before humankind’s footprint ever trod here. Close by is an ancient indian burial ground. Whenever I mediate here, I often “hear” drums beating within and a breeze always kicks up, perhaps a sign from our native american brothers that they’re still around in spirit. Chehuntamo!

Large oak tree at Tuscawilla Preserve in Micanopy, Florida
Large oak tree at Tuscawilla Preserve in Micanopy, Florida

Quiet stillness

It looked like a winter morning out on the river when I woke up this morning. I like these quiet moments of majestic stillness that fleetingly dwell between night and day….

As if to remind us that we yet remain souls in between the light and dark of our own humanity.

Dawn on the Suwannee river near Bell, Florida
Dawn on the Suwannee river near Bell, Florida

Go with the flow

When you can’t go with the flow anymore, maybe it’s simply time to create a new river.