Sunday, January 6, 2013
Step into the fire and breathe. Listen, Awake, sleepers from your sleep, and slumberers arise from your slumber! Hear the still of the lion's roar.
Venture within. Stop to practice. This
is the way; walk
it. Subdue the flesh, in quiet. Nest here,
beneath the ray of clarity, away from the tumult of mind, the mire of the bitter roots that strangle.
The uncertainty, unrest, behind,
here, you find a new
sort of giddy. Here, the vacancy is full,
in presence. More and more. Visit often, let
your skin dive in; sink down past the
divide. Craft discipline in solitude. Arise
and be satisfied. It's for
the asking. In the impossibility of a kingdom, upside down, you will give yourself and not
know how or why. The song moves you and you're enticed, inclined, called and
yielding, softer. Crystal clear,
closing in. Clay and clean. The faithful rise. You were made for this.
The Sunday Whirl