Detachment

detachment is
the thin thread
that holds
and lets go
with love,
as the kite
grows wings
in the open sky....

detachment is
to see joy
and pain
as two sides
of a coin,
and be
in the space
between the two...

detachment is
to see the world
as myriad expressions
of the same energy
that flows
in you
and me
without making each
my own....

detachment is
the struggle
and the triumph
of what it is
to be the divine,
in human form...

Beneath the surface

beneath the surface
stretched taut
on a beating drum,
beneath the surface
of endless waves
in the blue ocean,
beneath the surface
of mountains and dales
on green and brown,
is a space that is void,
holding all and none,
that rests untouched -
a silent witness
watching it all,
with love.

Telescope

I strain my eyes
but cannot see
the trivia
lost in the deep;
I look out through
an old telescope,
hoping to see
what my eyes don't know;
the trivia now
look so enlarged,
that I lose sight of
the whole and its parts;
what I need
is a telescope turned in,
into my heart
to search within;
for the world is vast
and it's hard to find
what I'm looking for,
when all lies inside.

Love flows...

even as the frozen ice,

stops its standoff
with the glowing light;
even as water drips down
slow and sure,
to reach the oceans
waiting silently below;
a cold, locked heart
does thaw with time,
for it holds love
that waits
to flow to the divine....