Simply Love

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Trees sleep in the winter, bloom in the spring

everything has its time, 

people want everything now, 

what happened to the seasons?

so many things to do, so little time

time is the same, but minds are full and restless

so many things wanted, so little accomplished

look ... look here now, look around

what is there to do?

stay here silently.. your love will come soon!

unaffiliated, undefined, uncertified, unapproved, unplanned and unmade

Who is my mother? the space without concepts is the kindest of mothers.

Who is my father? The innate radiance of the space, all creates.

What is my lineage? The lineage of the vultures, feeding on the dead corpses of conceptual thoughts!

What religion do you follow? The religion of the crickets, who sing just because it must be done!

a single flower stands

on the dry rocky trail alone,

alive, untouched

who is it that stands in the world?

become the flower and all deserts will come alive

The mist rises up from the plain

filling the spaces and colors everywhere 
wisdom rises up from the silent mind

filling the dullness of an ordinary mind

the white veil rises in the night

 climbing the mountain

the moisture of clarity rises through the dark mind

everything is seen, but no seer exists.

strong sighs roar outside, 

as the wind dances through the trees 

the silence resounds louder and louder 

the wind and the silence, inseparable at birth 

show yourself, supreme source 

the wind roars, I hear it - I see you now!

The sun is shy this morning, behind a morning white veil

If there is a need for light, light arrives when it is time

light always arrives, because it was never truly gone

where are you my loved unborn supreme?

Only a smile replies.

You give me so much, so much wealth 

fruits fall from the trees, and water from the sky 

food appears from the earth, and warmth from the sun 

this body works and walks, same as the growing grass, 

All is perfect within your heart, 

where I dwell basking in the warm winter sun, 

what is there to want?

White mushrooms rise everywhere, 

now in this moist and gentle time 

I have searched for you so long, so much longing 

as the waters of silence and love flowed gently in my heart 

you have risen from nowhere 

and now there is nothing but you.

The mist embraces the hillside
Vultures dance, in and out of the thick white veil
The change within the changeless
everything changes but This.
The vultures glide in longing circles
Worldly minded people, seek so much, romance, wealth, to be something
From Here I look, and see mirages.

I rather dance with the vultures

As the first rains fall the ants fly up into the rising wind
Where to go, they do not know
Hunger not for what is not yours.
All that is not in your hand, is not yours.
Hunger for what is yours
That which is your own heart, is already yours.

The glaring summer surrenders to the freshness of autumn
Timid young grasses look out to see, did it really happen?
Everything changes as it should, nothing stays beyond its time.
People all but barely notice as everything changes,so lost in trying to hold everything solid in its place,
holding strongly to so many things,as if by their holding, they could stop the universe from moving.
Let go... let yourself be free.. 
The cold wind arrives, announcing the news
The young grasses flowers rise, now it is their time!

It is time to gather wood for the fire
That is all there is to do, why complicate life?
What else do people need?
I drink and eat food,
but it is the fire of Shiva that gives life!
So gather wood and burn up
in the fire of pure awareness!

The goats walk down the path searching for fresh grass
The path is whatever leads to the grass The mind cannot walk the path. 
The one that understands, surrenders to the path. 
When their bellies are full, they lay at peace, under the immovable tree.

The water runs down the hill 

The first rains bring freshness 

In the forest we do not see confusions 

Everything happens as it should 

Surrender to the unborn absolute , 

means the death of confusion 

The first shoots of green sprout everywhere!.

by which purpose does the flower bloom?
It is time to plant the winter seeds, to grow the cold crops
Rye and peas want the autumn chill
By which purpose does the flower bloom?
The spirit knows nothing of the mind's purpose, ... nor does it care.

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