March 4, 2014

Coffee. Together.

I see you, we smile,
exchange pleasantries
and then we sit.

Our coffees face another
next to the sugars and spices,

A duality -
you & I
sugar & spice
and our javas.

As I listen to your milky voice and
watch aromas from our cups gyrate,
I wonder what that tender, secret
spot on your neck smells like.

As I drink my coffee and caress the
richness of the beans within,
I wonder what your lips taste like.

As my fingers playfully dance
with the sugar, my eyes linger on yours.
I wonder how sweet you would feel.

As warmth of the cup permeates my hand,
I wonder how sensual your skin
would feel next to mine.

My coffee now empty,
all I can think about is
consuming you.

Check, please?
I say with warm smile
and twinkle in eye

Together we leave
hands entwined,
hearts stolen.

March 4, 2014

Beloved, it was you

Beloved, it was you.

You were there even
when I was looking elsewhere.

You, sitting my my heart
just waiting for me,
providing sustenance
all the while.

Even when I wept,
tears flowing deeply
I didn’t see you return
each tear back in love.

It was also you,
who whispered to my heart,
each breath making it soar
in moments of bliss.

And yet, I didn’t know,
I kept looking, seeking,
trying to find you.

And there you were,
everywhere within,
between the paradox,
yet the whole.

Beloved, it was you.
All along.

March 3, 2014

You are nature, too.

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.

March 3, 2014

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.

March 3, 2014

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.

March 3, 2014

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.

I know nothing

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

-Ray

March 2, 2014

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!

Go with the flow

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

-Ray

March 2, 2014

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.