Poetry Chaikhana Blog

A reflection never satisfies.
In the search for our true face, there is
no journey,
nothing to reach for.
We inhabit ourselves, instead.

Spiritual practice is a sling shot.
You tug and strain,
but when you have enough tension
— just let go and soar!

The present is a moving thread of light
where all things barely step into the visibility of being…
as the moment keeps moving.

Knowledge is not the accumulation of data
or the formulation of thought.
True knowledge is to merge
with the living field of knowing itself.

Presence is full recollection
but with no memory.

Too tired to maintain our pretenses,
we rest in awe.

There is an inner perfection
the same for everyone.
The psyche may go through the motions,
but its journey is done.

Innocence is not naiveté.
Naiveté must be carefully removed.
Innocence is our true nature.

All that loss, hurt and hope —
gather them up
into a great pure ache
until the Beloved has no choice but to kiss
your naked heart.

Seek the smoldering eyes
beneath the mask.

Joy is an art.

All the world
is an altar.

Remember, you are
supremely complete
in every circumstance.

When things feel chaotic or in collapse,
find the underlying currents
and flow with them.
We must learn to surf the apocalypse.

Seeking sunlight the sapling
reaches out for that golden touch.
In time the tree
becomes the pathway of its own seeking.

Deep awakening
requires a tremendous journey,
but nothing much
needs to happen.

Liberation is already brought about. It is already here.
What is truly essential is to fully engage yourself.