Scribble from my journal -3

wise man, old crone, crazy lover

The mirror reflects and lets go, our mind clings and holds on, to ideas, emotions, feelings......
witness, says the wise man,
enter the gap between whatever arises,
lose your self and die, to be born again and again with each breath, there is
no beginning, no end, where will you find what you are looking for ?
drop your “why”, surrender your “how”, simply rest in “what is” always already present, here and now.............

Go down to the cave, walk through the darkness and the shadows,
find the light in the core of your depths, be friends with whatever you face.....
dance, says the old crone,
in the flames of fire, burn and melt,
make with compassion the bridge between the one and the many, one step at a time
pouring your self into emptiness, create life from this void.......

You long and yearn, while love stares you in the eyes and through your eyes,
all the time beckoning...........
drown, says the crazy lover,
and let your soul be caressed by one glance, one smile,
there is no other, unveil the illusion and unmask the facade of separation,
in your very ache
lies the response of your beloved, let your tears flow freely, open your heart wide, and touch the face of the divine.............