The Last Wanderer


The Last Wanderer

Not far enough, my mystic soul has strained
Not real enough, my heart aflame
The trance of truth must be undone
All philosophy discarded again

For the lone beautiful Tao
That knows not a higher life
But only how to be
There is no sheer God

Outside of this enlightened brain
Only a cosmic energy
A veiled beauty everywhere
The music’s grip of gold

The muse’s shade of divinity
I know it well, I used to love it timelessly
O’ truth-soul, I’ve seen the wonder
Not of the world but of other worlds

And I long for them, as you long for memory
I have no memory but the spirit’s stuff
The dawn for me is the splendid cup
God is not asleep, he is dead

So let me learn the stars again
Upon new terms discover old truths
And be as a supramental thing
Prayer after pray, step after step
Breath to the light, of all body and mind.

rising into silence


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i came upon God accidentally
like learning a new language
upon connection, i came

into the unknown and stayed
without knowing, rising
beyond the science of silence
i did not know where

the door was to leave or enter
this brilliant house
it’s a perfect realm of calm

and a deepest release into solitude
that is a peace, a stunned
and stammering quietude
i was given a narrow way

to enter fields of light
rising beyond all science
i carried my evolution

for inside the confines of experience
until I was dazed and liberated
revealing my own intimacy with God
in splendor of my five senses

my mind found a potter’s home
a carpentry of my soul’s workshop
to work with my hands

for something divine
and know creation intimately
like a poet who never sleeps
holiness is not a place or a person

it is a language, the unity
behind all thought, all will, all hope
this is knowledge, by unknowing

and solace, without fighting
this is a blazing height of all remedies
when knowing and doing is insufficient
and feeling surrenders in the dark

to the most holy Being and freedom
which can only be translated into
ecstatic feeling, that is God to me.

echoes from Assisi


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heavenly spouse, that blesses all things
how you have loved me, that I am chaste
how you have touched me

that I am now pure
your power whose miracles
worked gratitude and forgiveness in me
Until your abundance became

fortified compassion in all my words
how your appearance in the world
jumps out at me now

in whose embrace I am caught
like a rapture from a divinity
leaning on me with strange music
arriving to my eyes like sparkling gems

in the blossoms of springtime
I see new lives and recognize their holiness
a sign of your holiness, everywhere

sacred in the bright humility
of a saint’s tongue or an angel’s smile
on a path of simple happiness
I have forgotten what I once sought

that was not you, most high
the pursuit of perfection is now
the seduction of Lords and Goddesses

each laughs to dissuade me from believing
that the secret of existence
could be so simple
I who once ran after you

hoping for but one whiff
of your fragrance of treasured bliss
now it is with me every day.

THE SCRIPTURE OF THE GOLDEN ETERNITY


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We were born of Nature, and we die in her grasp
Did I create the sky? In the conception of my mind
I imagine many things like God, eternity – though
I live only to watch another sunrise
I am the living golden eternity
What my eyes touch and where my tears fall
There are not two of us here
Seen and observer, reader and writer
Devotee and non-believer, we are all the same
That-which-is-Everything, well, it carries on
Without the false pressure of mortality
Without hurry for mistakes
Without internal tribulations
Evolution is the future, that is the golden eternity
The Scripture of the Golden Eternity
Is written everywhere, in the oceans and the trees
In the troubled cities full of false rivalry
I am too the golden eternity in animate form
Strictly speaking, we are all worshippers of the sun
For we live only by her warmth and conditions
The truth of our customs will die with this world
Until we travel to other worlds, our perspective remains small
The Empty one. The Ready One, it doesn’t matter
One day we will get there…..

God Flowers Inside Creatures


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I am sure, as I live
That there is nothing
So near to me as God
Nothing so intimate to me
As Nature, I am sure

That Love is not a personal force
Not a sexual attraction
A family bond, a friendly trust
But an impulse for all
Of existence, all of the Universe

I must become God then –
And serve all the Love in me
I am sure, as I live
That there is nothing
So near to me as Bliss

Nothing so intimate to me
As serving Life, I am sure
That I can serve strangers, aliens
Criminals, a corrupt world
Since Love is not a personal force

Who am I to judge, that all creatures
Are not deserving of support?
To give, is my religion
To love, is my dogma
To help, is my ritual

That is all I need to know
That is enough to for me
I am sure, as I live
That God is within me
But I alone, do not exist.

Wuji’s Anthem


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I have so much love
The mystic kind of surreal wishing
For others to evolve
For their soul to burst forth

Before me, dips Eternity
Like the returning Moon
You stamp me with your kindness
I am, forever grateful

I am Wuji, spirit of Immortality
I bless you with the Eternal’s wedding
In your little heart
I bank the Gods, I converse with angels

I have so much love to give
You and I are the Term between
Self and unity, self and other
But what is the self, but a kindness to others?

Dissolve the separation between us
That is what I was born to do
You stamp me with this knowledge
I am, forever in your debt
I am Wuji, golden Nightingale

I am Wuji, boundless song
I have so much to say to you
Invisible is the spirit between us
Yet all-pervasive with a sweet Bliss.