Day before yesterday,
fire whispered to the fragrant smoke,
Aloes wood loves me,
because I know how to untie it and let it loose.
This burning must occur, or nothing will happen.
Sperm cell disappears into egg. Then a new beauty appears.
Bread and broth must dissolve
in the stomach before energy comes. Raw ore gets refined into coins.
It is necessary for you to experience nonbeing.
Love takes you toward that. Asleep beside the splashing water, let it say secrets into you.
Be a sleep and a pure listening at the same time.
-WHAT FEAR OF LOSS-
When we are with you, what fear of loss could we possibly have?
You change every grief to gold. You give us the key
to each world we come to.
You sweeten the lips of those we love, and you open their mouths in desire.
You are beyond all guessing, yet within each guess.
Hidden, yet beginning to be revealed.
We have fallen into the sugar shaker. We are the ground beneath you.
Let someone else describe the sky.
Hold us in silence. Do not throw us back into some discussion.
“Trust your wound to a teacher’s (God) surgery.
Flies collect on a wound.
They cover it, those flies of your self-protecting feelings,
your love for what you think is yours.
Let a Teacher wave away the flies and put a plaster on the wound.
Don’t turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
the Light enters you.
And don’t believe for a moment that you’re healing yourself.”