born of space


Inquiring into the nature of Reality
At the city of the sky, there are
Only signs, arrows.
This way, oh born of space.

Spanish colonial cruelty, a priest thrown off the cliffs,
Everything happens for a reason says the young woman tour guide.
I buy a pot from her mother.
The circle is the family that holds it all together.
Not my family,  from which I barely escaped  with my life.
Everything happens for a reason.

The arrow in the city of the sky
Points within.
Where space is born each moment.


acoma reduced

5th Floor Santa Monica


Looking out the window to the south, must be 20th Street there to the right.

Apartment houses, a motley high-priced bunch. And palms – date, areca, fan.

Probably Mexican fan palms. The California fan palms aren’t domesticated much.

Wild magical Palm Canyon. The mind is busy with names and places, doing its job.

Cars queue at a four-way stop. Constant movement, all within Your stillness.

For a moment I dissolve into You.

Nothing to say about nothing.

The doctor knocks and enters to cut out a piece of flesh that has become murderous.

The quiet crunch of sawing and smell of burning meat.

I hardly notice.

The body is still abuzz with nothing.

You’re being very good says the nurse. I want to laugh but he’s got his scalpel in my face.

I am remembering the joy of not being. Anyway,

Nothing to say about nothing.

To the Stealer of Hearts

Throw that ego in the fire I say
Hari Om. I am not mine.
No need to dig up old graves
Leave the past in the cemetery.
So subtle that foolish ego
I will do this, I will do that.
I still fall for it.
Throw that ego in the fire I say
Hari Om. I am yours,
O Light Within.

so ham



Surrender to the Light Within no within, no without nothing to grasp So Ham. In the fiery lake of love turtle walks the cool green depth only water is left the river is the sea So Ham.



running in circles

In this astonishing game of hide and seek, each body hides a soul.

Each soul hides You.


Across the street in the schoolyard a small brown boy in red shorts and a red T-shirt runs a small circle,

then runs and runs, spiraling out a little each time.

The force of his exuberance widening his circuit.

Life force.

Yesterday the PE teacher had some kids, maybe third grade, lined up along the chain-link fence.

Shaming them, yelling, The kindergarteners do better than that. Whatever that was.

They stood, approximating stillness, bouncing off the fence, twisting, jostling,

perhaps longing to dash about in ever widening circles to

find You, wherever You are, hiding in plain sight.

Cat on the Bed

The cat asleep in the middle of the bed, leaving her dander I noted.

Deeply, for hours. I nudged her,

you have to share.

As she stirred

a tiny



spark entered her body

she stretched and looked at me.

Oh, that’s what those are. The light within answers always, in due time.

Nothing is as it seems.

Each body hides a soul.


I am forced to rely on the light within.

Otherwise everything goes wrong.

Such freedom. To be completely myself.


the first was fire, melting the container, love bliss so close, so one, snaking through me only hers, burning me away so sweetly. steal my heart I prayed. it is already and almost hers. tears roll down cheeks. who is crying?

the second shone softer than the moon so surprising after the fire, over the ocean glassy smooth, dark, the sky as well only caressing, she came, showed her face, calm repose stillness love bliss beauty, so close, so one. oh there are no words for it.

the third played, hide and seek among bright clear colors, flashing white and then vanishing. expecting harshness, again. a lovely cloud of white then turquoise. all thoughts are she.  in the dark cave,  nothing to fear.

is it possible the searing sweetness is the nature of the goddess? The fourth sent me away to come back later. The subtlety is overwhelming. She tinted my breath with a scent like jasmine. surrender to love.


This is a reminder that I don’t know anything.

The Shakti has inspired me to make these posts, but that is no claim to specialness, because anything that occurs in consciousness is according to Shiva’s will and is done by the Shakti.

more on kirtan

Okay, that was not quite right. Haven’t figured out how to edit what’s already posted. So to continue.

I’m reacting to what I see around me, which is genuine seekers getting stuck in the bliss that arises from kirtan.  Seeking bliss as another of the many kinds of drugs.  Devotion is centered on the Beloved, not the bliss.

Kirtan done with discrimination dissolves the mind into love.