Temple of Fire
Leave each day behind
like flowing water
free of sadness
yesterday is gone
its tale is told
Today new seeds are growing
The time has come
to turn your heart
into a temple of fire
your presence is gold
hidden in dust
to reveal its splendor
burn in the fire of love
Burn in this fire of love. RUMI
“You are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop” -Rumi
This game without rules
that we a forced to play,
What is the strategy,
What is the point,
of endless loops,
on a labyrinth board.
What’s the point?
How much is enough,
to win the game,
or is it even
a game
at all?
It seems to me
in my cluttered mind,
that the point of this game,
is to jump off of
the board.
But Father what then?
What do
we become,
when the rules, the lines
and the forced order,
all fade away.
What do we then become?
Can there be order in chaos?
So how many hours must I worship you,
Sunday service and prayer meeting too.
A prayer here, a prayer there,
oh and even a word of praise,
and adoration,
prophecy too.
How much is enough for you?
What’s that you say,
How can that be,
You want each and every
part of me?
Conscribed by your being,
in a return to Oneness,
that seems like obsession to me.
Who will you be saving
by the strength of your hand,
and why them?
What of the others,
left by the wayside,
can a loving God,
leave them behind?
Just pass on by,
as they die in sin and suffering,
this isn’t You.
This choice,
this dividing line,
this quest,
this is the enigma,
the royal why,
this silly game,
this dividing line,
or is it something,
the Human has devised for you?
How can limited,
ever fathom All?
Yet we try,
We spin strange yarns,
about our plight,
and build systems,
to explain you,
within them.
Yet how can unlimited be conscribed,
by either religion, dogma
or the human heart?
How much of me is enough for you?
Do you need me at the point of ego death,
or will slightly less satisfy you?
Don’t you see, I’ve come to You,
Asking;
How do I play this,
How do I win?
But just enough,
I’m playing to win,
rather than playing to play.
Don’t you see?
The only point for me,
is playing to win,
and once I have grasped the golden ring,
I’ll walk away from this silly game,
held within the glow,
missing the whole point,
that the game was about us,
created by you,
where you could uncover,
and teach us how,
to be your children.
There is no winning,
There is no loosing,
there is only the path,
and the love within shared being.
Where Father, Mother and Child,
can explore and learn to love,
where those little bits of awe and joy,
grow and grow into something more.
So in this darkness
of a game without rules,
we follow the path
and dodge the obstacles,
that seek to prevent us,
from basking in your light.
Don’t you see my countenance now,
glowing in its form,
I won the game,
by losing,
nothing is enough,
Nothing is the key.
Don’t you see?
Even now don’t you see?
Nothing is enough,
no amount,
no quick wit,
no tortured prayer,
no self-flagellation
no life austerity,
no devotion,
or longing,
nothing is enough.
Do you yet understand?
Do nothing.
Just stop and rest in me!