Doors & Openings

I have dropped my guard
I do not even
open doors for You.

You are the door
and I am the opening
and even though this is the wrong way round
I can’t see an inside or an outside
so both ways are the same.

What’s the use of yoga?
What’s the use of meditation?
I have one position to practice
and that is to be the flow of Your heart.

I have let my guard down.
Raised hands only get in the way
of Your fingers
and my movement in them.

Your Beauty

Your beauty
pulls minds like babes
out of each grain of sand.
It conditions flowers to bleed light.
It dances in the blood
where every cell is a shoe
for Your steps.

I don’t think I am You
I don’t think of You or I.
I feel.
I feel the breath of Your beauty.
I feel the lightness of Your flowers
opening under my skin
where the void arises.

You are not a thing to paint
or to compare.
Your beauty
is a flare of radiance,
a glimmer
only the heart can see
or remember
as the eyes dream.