If you wake up, really wake up
the world seems changed.
Radiance is everywhere. The smell
of roses. The fragrance of
a garden overflowing with the
thousand songs of Milarepa.
Suns dance hand in hand. You
were sleeping all this time. Wake
to see the bubbles of time
burst. Kick-start yourself
into eternity, into perpetual motion,
the dream of engineers forever.
Sky is the only limit
that the awoken recognize. Who
would dream on when they could
be awake
like this? Who would choose
the comfort of dreams over the
splendor of reality? Which
of us sleeps and which watches
the clockwork of the universe?
Mighty God, Most High
One of many Names
I lie wide-eyed at your feet. I
am your dog, your slave. I have
become your lover.
Death is only
the gateway to eternal life,
shatterer of chains, opener
of doors. Wake. The radiance of new
worlds awaits.

Time was you had all of the right puzzle pieces
and arms around shoulders were snuggled in tight
like pictures with siblings and nephews and nieces
the edges lined up and the world was right
the edges were lined up, the world was all right.

Four right-angled corners connected straight edges
you found all the borders and got them in line
like shrubbery trimmed into labyrinth hedges
and life was a picture made to your design
and life was a picture that you had designed.

Someone shook the box up and the pieces all got mixed
Someone shook the box and now the picture can’t be fixed
The image won’t assemble and the colors don’t connect
And life’s an unsolved puzzle with no prize you can collect
And life’s a jigsaw puzzle where the pieces don’t connect.

You don’t have to be what it shows on the cover
You don’t have to live your life inside the frame
The picture’s too narrow to capture your Lover
The picture’s too shallow to contain the Name.

Someone shook the box up and the picture-frame dissolved
Someone shook the box up and the puzzle can’t be solved
You’re looking for an answer that the jigsaw can’t define
You see beyond the puzzle when you look outside the lines
You see outside the puzzle that the jigsaw can define.

A shadow of theology
Is cast over the lot:
Define the thing that needs must be –
But only by what it’s not.

Sometime the doctrine’s made a quiz,
A kind of riddling game:
There is a Thing which nothing is,
And yet It has a Name!

If I dared to burn I wouldn’t be a candle.
A forest full of living flame,
a sun holding planets in close embrace—
distant races would feel my glow and populate their skies
with monsters and heroes.

If I dared to weep I wouldn’t be a raindrop.
I’d be typhoon-thrashed oceans of salt,
I’d be the Milky Way falling endlessly over dark-matter cliffs
only to be swallowed by hungry black holes
at the heart of the universe.

Dare to be stone. No pebble to be kicked
but a frowning mountain, aerie of eagles. Dare
to be the Perseids, streaking the nights of August
with burning dust. Dare to be Mercury in the arms
of Sol; Pluto in the arms of darkness.

If I dared to be dust I would be the birthplace of stars.
If I dared to love, Beloved
what could we be?

Today each streak of sunshine is a gift
of gold, a wedding band uniting sun
with earth, a lonely bride too long adrift
in veils of gray. She sheds them now, to run
into her bridegroom’s gleaming arms. She’s spangled
with the drying dew and robed in ferns,
her emerald elflocks heavy-leafed and tangled
as the hair of any bride who burns
with sleepless nights.

Oh, flesh of earth and water

wedded to a soul of sky and fire,
son of Eve or ancient Adam’s daughter:
love awaits behind the sun and higher.
Terra greeting Sol cannot shine bright
as human souls embraced by Allah’s light.