Chris McCombs: Your Pilot

I will be Your pilot
I will be Your first seat
Will operate this vehicle
I will perceive for You

But You, Beloved,
Must navigate

I will come on Your adventure
Take a body and fall into the flesh
I will dream the dream for You
I will miss You in my bones

But You, Beloved,
Must navigate for us
Don't let me forget
Don't let me forget

“But sweetheart,
Forgetting is the plan”
And I fell and fell and fell
Until I forgot

Now, I call out to You in pain
Asking why You cast me out
When the pain is too great . . . I die
You send me back again

When I cry out
You whisper in my ear “There is a better way, sweetheart”.
But I will not hear You
For I will have suffered the forgetting

When my bottom, built by suffering, fully forms
I will have tired of this pain
I will open to another way, not knowing what that is
Though those still suffering will deny it

I will roll my head back, looking up,
To where I imagine You are
And cry out . . . “I surrender”
I will admit I have made a mess of it

I will admit that I am lost in Your duality
That I don't know how to behave in Your playground
I will admit that I have listened to my mind
Until bruised and battered

You will whisper, so softly in my ear,
“Stay at the wheel, sweetheart,
I will be your navigator”

You will take my hand in Yours
And teach me to listen
You will teach me to hear my own Heart

You will show me how my negative focus
Dragged me down
How resistance
Always failed me

You will share Your secrets with me;
The power of Awareness
The wisdom of allowing
The blessing of gratitude

I will become skillful within the mind
Creating consciously, effortlessly

You will then lift my sights . . . beyond the mind
Introduce me to silence
And the awareness that lives there

In the silence . . . I will finally meet You
Invisible, beyond sense perception,
Pure consciousness
The ultimate perceiver
The I am presence
Not different than my own Self

We will laugh together
At this outrageous adventure
Where what we were looking for
Was who was looking

You sought Yourself
Outside of Yourself
Not knowing
That You were the treasure

But now . . . I know
That we are not two
That it is You . . . that is looking out these eyes
You that kisses with these lips

Giving Yourself to the world . . .
Which is also You

Now I know
That there is only God
That there is only You
And that everyone . . . and everything. . . is That

Poetry Chaikhana
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About Chris McCombs

Poetry Chaikhana Sacred Poetry from Around the World

About Chris McCombs

Poetry Chaikhana
Sacred Poetry from Around the World