We walk without sight On the spine of the night Despite the fright that every ever-so-slight misstep might slide Might slip, flip, whip, and dip Our hearts in the vast unknown In the never before shown Infinite space, in which no trace Of past exists No maps, no routes, no lies, no lists And nothing to hold tight Other than the All-Bright, the Unified
And so we fall into the non-, the never ever done The not existing timeless Whole Through the cracks of your bedroom wall Through the holes of my old jeans Through each touch and all our dreams Through a hairy dancing spider Through our pupils growing wider Through the sun growing brighter In your chest On which I lay my ear To rest And hear The beating of the Drum So near So dear We’re falling upwards Without fear We tumble through the open air The “anyone there?” And Nowhere where You and I collide, take flight In Chinese White expanding light
You’ve planted a seed in me I’ll raise it to be a tree On whose branches we can sway Like children we play and lay Our cards Of open hearts Of humble care Of truth and dare Of real and fair Of nude and bare Of light and praise Of beauty and grace We slow our pace And choose to face
The obstacles along the road The stormy waves rocking our boat The secrets hiding up our sleeves The falling of the autumn leaves The leaving of whatever was The morning after’s empty glass Of wine: bright and scarlet red Of desires not being met Of the earthly stings and pains The false controlling need for reigns
I am this You and You this me We wake up with soft eyes and see It is this setting this free There is thus no where to flee We will infinitely be He who paints his strokes refined She who dances wild and blind Here they balance Hear them sing And laugh In awe Of everything
We learned to love it is to give And to laugh it is to live And to give it is to free And to live it is to be And to free is to let go And to be is to let flow And to let go is to grow And to flow is not to know And to grow it is to learn And not to know it is to burn All you ever thought you were, All the frames that might occur All images that blur This blue lagoon, revealing clear: All is perfection, now and here Love, there is no beast to tame You and me, we are the same Open doors, let’s give it all And so we fall So we fall
Chris is a poet, Hridaya Yoga teacher, and a movement and dance facilitator.
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