Moving in the Direction of Headlessness

For a thousand years judgment has reined.
Murder and mayhem has caused so much pain.
Are we ever going to allow those to be?
Who want to create something more than they see?
I feel all the fighting. I hear so much noise.
I cannot yet be your picture of poise.
I did not come to fit into some mold.
I came back to integrate something new and untold.
I have been into the darkness of fear.
Held its hands and shed the tears.
All I want is to find the doors.
That held such promise with those I adored.
I just am looking to find the way home.
Maybe it does not exist and I am really alone.
All things change and those times are long dead.
Is it time to put those hopes to bed?
How do I deal with this pattern ahead?
I must let go of the past and listen instead.
I wait for something that is familiar of feel.
Safety and love is what does appeal.
How do I navigate this political maze?
Without setting everyone’s egos ablaze.
I love you all. Can you not feel my heart?
We are not separate. We are never apart.
I do not pretend to be so clear.
That I know all and I’m beyond all fear.
When one is drowning deep in the sea.
You care not how you get to the top and breathe.
You cannot be graceful. You will claw desperately and shove.
You reach for anything that will keep you above.


Once I can breath the air of awareness.
I might be able to become more headless.
Just like Chinnamunda who talks in my head.
She laughs at the challenges and says to chop butter instead.
She tells me to drop all doubts and to watch.
The hungry monkey’s who love to eat rocks.
She tells me it is all an experience of the mind.
It is not real so why let my soul grind.
Ordinary logic in this realm will not work.
Conventional concepts die in the rebirth.
Prajna she tries to place on my head.
But it is still attached to my body and not yet dead.
I offer my body up to all of those.
Who need to be nourished by the blood that flows.
I only now am tasting some elixir of bliss.
Regeneration and renewal I begin to kiss.
I am standing at the Tantric fountain of youth.
The liquid begins to restore some truth.
Psychic dissolution I begin to encounter.
It is the wellspring within that I need to look after.
To solve a riddle you must drop concepts now.
Nonduality can bloom flowers in a snowplow.
Thank you for trying to be patient with me.
Especially when I am still blind and cannot see.