Inspection Required

From where come you
My thoughts
You’re not, you are
Again you’re not

You lead me to your sons and daughters
I have known your ancestors
But on careful inspection
You disappear into silence

Come back and make a stand
But no you fold
Like a nomad’s tent
A shadow hiding

-purushottama

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.

Satsang Invocation

May our inner flame illuminate the way

from darkness to light,

from unconsciousness to consciousness,

from becoming to being.

And from the outer body to the inner body to no body,

from the many to the one and beyond.

Om shanti, shanti, shanti.

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.

Time to Be

Touched by majesty
Bathed in glorious mystery
Surely shaken, perhaps awakened
Worked, played, meditated, celebrated
We knew it was time in magic.

When the moment passed
Some put away the treasure
Knowing that when the time was right
We’d bring it forth and let it shine.

So we burrowed, and integrated
Hibernated and some emigrated
There were those who propagated
Even a few were castigated
And Still the treasure we knew
Lived in us—our life.

Been hiding in the dark lying wait
Searching for the time of Now.
As time came, always knew it would,
To shine, to share, to be aware.

Need not wait, no more
For surely Now – is the time to
Be
Unto ourselves – the Light.

-purushottama

This poem is from a collection of stories and essays from along the Way titled From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva.

Who Am I?

My father is the sky in which I breathe
My mother is the earth on which I walk
I know their son but I am not he.

Then, who am I?

My heart is love
My head insight
I am both, no neither.

So, who am I?

When I close my eyes, the whole world disappears
When I open my eyes, I am reborn
I witness all of life.

But, who Is this I?

-purushottama

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.

Making the Two 1

No-body is Here

No-mind is Now

Aligned

I slips out

in two

the 1

-purushottama

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.

Someone’s Left the Tap On

in the beginning the words flow like water

someone’s left the tap on

i become aware – the water is running

the flow begins to slow

enamored by the words

the shapes of the letters

the colors of the sound

noticing space between words

i am drawn back into myself

the space in which all these words appear

and when the last syllable disappears

there is ….

-purushottama

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.

A Slip of the Tongue

Woke up this morning and found my English slipping

Maybe it’s the result of all those years teaching it

Can’t find the distinction between god and happiness

Are love and meditation two words or one?

Not able to slip a sliver between the Tao and the Logos

Used to be a division between me and you, what happened?

Perhaps we’ll just rest here before the word

-purushottama

This post is from a collection of essays, stories, insights and poems that have occurred to me along the Way titled Here to Now and Behind.