When I look at you,
I am looking at me . . .
In a time or place
I have been, or will be.

Real...am I.
Only when Thou art with me.

Real...I am,
Lives in remembrance of Thee.

If only we would cease giving others
Reasons to resist our presence,
Bear ourselves
With what we burden them,
Leaving no reason for blame . . .

Then . . . that great silent rage
Hidden in the human heart
Would have to be seen for what it is:
Violence looking for a war.

Such a discovery would awaken
Within the discerning soul
The immediate, most intimate need
To be the embodiment of peace.

This seeing-born need
Is the seed of true revolution.

Dreams of greatness are formed by life undigested,
The fleeting stuff of souls untested...
Who'd sooner sleep in a fitful peace
Than leap into Life's cleansing fires.

For there already dwells Greatness uncontested,
A Gift beyond time, a Title vested...
In the waking hearts of warrior souls
Enflamed alone by what God inspires.

"Give me your life,
I will give you mine."

Such . . . is the Path,
If Love you would find.

We are a Sound, making sounds,
And in our echo sleep.

We are a Form, building forms
That we cannot keep.

We are a Seed, sowing seeds,
Our harvest bittersweet.

We are a Light, dark and bright
A Rainbow in the Deep.

What we live for,
We give to.

What we give to,
We grow in.

What we grow in,
We become.

What we are becoming
Is our life,
However we may name it.

Only through a change
In what we live for
Is there a Life beyond becoming.

Without effort to become, there can be no barrier.

Without a barrier, there is nothing to overcome.

Without that which must be overcome, there is no fear.

Without the fear of loss, there is nothing to be gained.

With nothing to be gained, there is nothing to be learned.

Without that which must be learned, there is no ignorance.

Without having to end ignorance, no effort is required.

Without effort, Peace of heart and mind is already present.

Stand, like mountain,
Bend, like reed.
Surge, like fountain,
Wait, like seed.

Give, like sunshine,
Melt, like snow.
Live, like springtime . . .
Come and go.

All that I am is revealed... wordlessly
In the great court of Now,
For without need of a single image
I am seen just as I am.

There is a gentle, but thorough, judgment here...
Balanced in a perfect act of justice without prosecution.
Whatever the case in question -- it is quietly put to rest
So no defense is necessary.

Time served is the sentence before this deliberation...

And only by stepping up to take the stand
Is it possible to hear the great verdict read aloud:
The sentence of fear is forever stayed
In a tender pardon already granted long, long ago.

Have you seen
the perfect stillness
Of falling leaves
Through the air

...And beheld
The Ocean's silence
As it breathes
In waves there?

A battle is waged
In the deep of me,
An epic struggle
'Tween sand and sea,
Where one resists
The other, so free...
Yet, no loss or gain
Marks Eternity.