The invasion was unexpected and uninvited; it happened
one numinous now
when the minder of memories had her back turned.
In crept wild wideawakeness, sleuthing
through this dormitory of sleeping stories,
slipping from cocoon to cocoon
dubbing each bedded-down memory
with its diamond dagger and pronouncing each one
an esteemed and luminous Member of the Matrix.
It lifted up the wounded and the weary,
the lost and lonesome, the betrayed
and the broken, saying
To know this pain, beloved
is to know That which is beyond time
for That alone has the capacity to be aware
and in your naked awareness of your pain
you are naturally ever-enlightened.
You imagine your enlightenment to be
other than this wretchedness –
you take it as proof that you
haven’t yet “made the shift”
yet how could pain (or pleasure) be known
if enlightenment were not fully present?
By what function of cognition
would you aware this knowing?
By both logic and experience it’s found
that the unlit light of awareness
is prior to every sensory perception.
Will you stay tucked up in your cocoon
dreaming of the mirage of your awakening
shimmering in some distant space and time
or will you blink now
and own up to your feral freedom?
Image: Tantric painting, India, C1800 or earlier, detail
love your imagery!
High praise from a writer like yourself dear Steve – thank you. I’m loving your poetry; your blog is a treasure trove …
I have been reading you blog a bit recently – i made reference to your site in one of my recent posts (The Heart in the Palm of my Hand) – thanks much Miriam – appreciate you!!
That’s a beautiful collection dear Steve, and I feel deeply blessed to be included. Thank you!
Thank you dear Amrita – it’s amazing what an upheaval in one’s life can clear space for … you know this too 🙂
_(<3)_ Thank you precious ML xoxo
Gladness, dear Leslie. Good to hear from you!
Very, very nice Miriam!!
A deep bow to you Susan. Thanks for your comment!
I lap it up. all those poetic deliciousnesses
I do too dear Nina – it never ceases to amaze me the way the words just dance themselves down.
Yes – delicious!
You are such a dear to leave a comment! ❤
I LOVE that you write this. I write on a poets Forum – and most of the writers take the stand that the poem is not so good, but…(when it is really wonderful). And I praise mine, because they truly COME