Dance Like Windblown Leaves

Dance, 

like windblown leaves, 

giving fascination. 

Become fascination, 

intoxicated within the wind. 

Write, 

like an inspired poet, 

giving wisdom.   Inspired 

by the wisdom, 

live your life like poetry. 

Burn, 

like a fragrant candle,

giving light.   Venture 

out in your own light and 

start a new life.

Be,

like the dewdrop;

emitting radiance.  Recognize

your own vast waters and

become the ocean.

Embrace, 

like the open, sheltering sky. 

See your own spaciousness and

become the sky, 

moon, and stars. 

Be the world. 

Dissolve in love and 

create your own galaxies —

ignoring rewards, rules, 

repercussions, and salaries!

Love Comforts

Love 

comforts

like a soft blanket, 

sooths

like a cup of tea, 

heals

like ambrosia, and 

relaxes

a good bath. 

Love, 

your deepest 

desire, pursuit, and 

passion, intoxicating you 

like pure wine.  Time dissolves and 

you are young again with 

vibrancy. 

Love, 

its divine flow, is 

without reason or logic. 

Your wisdom and poetry

are pointless.

Love 

whispers 

you away from 

rules and conventions but 

may also walk you to the scaffold. 

Love 

arrives in ten directions, 

all around, up and down, 

to sweep you away from your musty place. 

You are cleaned out but left free, without name or status. 

Emptied, 

you are without 

a dwelling, but everywhere 

is your home. You are, like a drum, vast and void, 

able to sound your own beat and music.

Let Your Dewdrop Return to the Ocean

Let your dewdrop return to the ocean — 

a home
for starfish and sharks to swim, 

a refuge
for corals and seaweeds to anchor, 

a world
for fish and sea urchins to breathe, 

a dance floor
for the waves to billow. 

The sun casts its crimson plays.
The moon whispers
its deepest secrets.
The willow bows
its shadow in respect.

As the ocean, you are
manifesting,
offering,
nursing,
welcoming, and
becoming,
encompassing
all.

As a Dewdrop, You have the Ability to Renew

As
a dewdrop,
you have the ability
to renew, recover, and recycle as
vapor and
cloud.

In
your
adventure, you
precipitate as rain,
returning back to earth.
You freely entry and empty into
the river, lake, and
ocean.

Your
dewdrop
may be small
and temporary, but
you overcome all hardships.
You are oceanic -- profound, and
vast.

You
can hold,
in your reflection and
vision, the immensity of the sky
transcending behond the limiting
water sac of a
dewdrop.

Now
that you
realize and remember
that you are not just a humble
droplet, but the spaciousness of the
ocean,

you
can let go
of pettiness --
your memories of creeks, streams, river,
lakes, geysers, waterfalls,
ice fields, and
icebergs.

You
are one
boundless,
open magnificence,
eternally ebbing and
flowing.

You
may have waves
cresting, billowing, and
surging on the
surface,
but

in
your
fathomless
depth, there is
vitality, peace, emptiness,
openness, and mystery -- where
all sound, noise, and your dewdrop
return to balane, infinity, and spacious
Silence.