The Journey to Here

[louij]

In youth we touch
and immerse each self
into the texture of
pure existence ..
oh so sensual.

Moons move calling us
through into a transparency
of that shared ocean

cresting like waves
hands clasped
into the inevitable crescendo
and roar of simply
being -

and thenbeyond this chaos
we realise the training
ground in all its transitions

these many faces and sharings
were only to sustain love and
bring us to a deep understanding

we are the silent symphony of
.... the perpetual
harmonised
love being..... here.

[louij]

In This Perfect Place
I am out of view
Beyond the hold of gravity
At escape velocity
Clear through
The Web

And then as light again
As a wisp of smoke
My soul in pure Joy

Here!

[louij]

I spend time talking to the river
Within ….
Trying ….
To walk in my inner-rain

Breathing the inner forests
In a wisdom like
Swimming in clear water
What is this walking?

It is the rain of love
Clear of the speaking words
I’m Caught listening in
The pause
And there a goshawk flies
My soul
In an attitude of pure
Freedom.

[louij]

Into the warm
dark - silent
no movement
no touch
no smell
no near - no far, no up no down
There - no sensation at all, just a deep comfortable
weightless void enfolding.
Motion without movement distance without dimension
passage - without time!
After a long listening opening that fleeting window
of pure light, and then a fragmentary awareness
of spatial aspect minute barely discernible
and in that first brief stirring of consciousness the
universes awake from sleeping leviathans
and through the void, I flew
then much later on, an evanescent implication of hue
in the far far distance, gradually drawing nearer,
a single tiny glimmer,
punctuating the void, like a softly spoken word .…
slowly the distant cloud grew, swirl of purple, blues and greens, gaining substance.
Tendrils of incandescence spread out like arms, floating,
swaying, turning, slowly in a ceaseless spiraling ballet I come back -
At last, imperceptibly, light contact, arms coiling back,
colours solidifying, the light shrinking, but intensifying the
whole - back to presence.
Back from being, a newborn star.
A meditation .... of shabd travel.