I am pulling
the momentum
from my living
I am freeing myself,
from myself.
I am watching of effortlessly
love comes to me
and through me.
The body performs
all the necessary activities
and the mind begins to
feel the ease of the master, I, within.
Running, trying & wanting
are now ghosts.
They are transperent,
and I see through them.
I feel their elation and
their residual fear, and
their blessed relief
as they gratefully
lay down their arms
at the Master’s feet.
I open my heart
to these plants
and rocks and sky before me.
I give them my tears
from the well of this
new dawn.
That sacred place
from which they
have forever drank.
Poem by Ray Songs (August 26, 1995)