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THE SIXTH ERA

 

Poetry starting February 12, 2005

SANNA TORPET, SWEDEN

Regarding the eras of my life:

1. Childhood

2. Darkness

3. Religion

4. Art

5. Nakedness

6. Creative Faith

 

This 6th era has commenced: an era of manifesting GodÕs dream in me, moving into expanding fruitfulness, of increasing blessing through sharing the limitless Love of God with others, seeing their Light arise. More Love in the World!

 

the poemsÉ

 

BEING TRUE

BREATHING GODÕS NAME

 

DRUNK WITH LIGHT

 

FROM A NOTE TO SANDRA IN INDIA

 

Grandpa Oats

 

IN THE SEA OF LOVE

INTO THE MIRROR

 

LITTLE TEACHER

 

THE NIPPLE

THE PURE DROP

THE SIXTH ERA

 

WHAT MYSTERY?

WITH LOVESÕ INTENT

 

14 POEMS

last poem:

I WANT TO STOP THIS MADNESS

 

 

poetryÉ

 

 

THE SIXTH ERA

 

A new chapter begins

marked by GodÕs finger

across the innocent page,

written with lifeÕs language

from the day and the dark

of religion and the holy.

As ripples on a still pool

expand in silver light

so Love expands to embrace all:

for Love is the water    

and the stone in the water

and the expanding circle of waves.

 

 

 

LITTLE TEACHER

 

Little teacher of innocent joy,

naturally shining

with eyes luminous as two pearls

and a smile as easy as wind,

your thoughts are as simple as milk,

as clear as limpid water in a glass.

You drink from the secret pink fountain:

your every action reveals

effortless love.Ó

 

 

 

IN THE SEA OF LOVE

 

We exist in the sea of Love.

Thoughts arise and fall as waves

in an ocean of innocence.

I see the white sun

in the innocent blue milk of the sky.

My body is like roses and milk.

What is there to desire but this

white sea beyond desire?

 

 

 

Grandpa Oats

 

Here I am in a garden.

I have no idea what makes it grow

or my fingers move.

I only know that sunshine in my brain and bones

is like God loving me.

The wind glides as a naked hand over my body

while the sea goes on calling her sweet songs

to wandering birds:

SheÕs like a wild fisherwoman with foam-white hair

saying, come catch my wares,

or a quizzical old dancer in a blue dress

wooing me to be a silent witness with her of the stars.

Meanwhile, I work like a child works,

aware of little but the play

of my hands with earth.

Seeds fall from my fingers

to do their little duties.

I spill my tin watering cup

and magic happens.

Sometimes a thought comes

that holds the secret of what it is made.

Then my blood roars loud in my veins.

This also passes, settling like a wave

back into this sea of peace

somehow, I am.

 

 

 

THE PURE DROP

 

The pure drop:

that famous mystery,

so simple it confounds the seeking mind.

Jesus called it many names:

the hidden treasure, the lost coin,

the precious pearl.

That secret place where there is no need,

no suffering, no trouble:

the dove spot of white peace;

the perfect, playful happiness of a little Buddha.

We all carry it within

as it carries us in Holy Presence:

embracing our suffering,

our human dreams of separation,

our slow, painful parting from those we love,

while holding, as a white stone,

the unwavering vision of our return home.

How can there be anxious care

in perfect trust:

this quality beyond words,

this Yes beyond yes?

What is there to ask for,

except to drink the cup

as freely as it is poured,

and to taste on the tip of our tongues

the sweet release,

the trembling end of trembling,

the pure, round, liquid

drop of Light

that Light drinks?

 

 

 

FROM A NOTE TO SANDRA IN INDIA

 

I think of Sandra in her silence,

in the profound space that birds keep,

in the place where flowers quiver

in ecstasy at the slightest stir of a breeze.

Light rests easy in open spaces

that only silence can reach.

 

 

WHAT MYSTERY?

 

The child is stalked amidst bamboo shadowsÑ

Zen in Zebra-light.

What hand parts towering tendrils, 

bars and blades,

to reveal the quiet tiger' s radiant,

watching eyes?

 

 

 

THE NIPPLE

 

There is a pure nipple

in the center of your heart

flowing with the milk of Life.

Open up your heart

and take that tender nipple into your lips,

into your open mouth of innocent awareness.

Suck and drink; it is pure being.

From the clouds of its cream

comes stars and distant galaxiesÑ

mountains, seas, birds and trees.

From that nipple flows

white rivers of Love

into the mystery of your luminous pool

gazed at by innocent eyes.

 

 

 

BEING TRUE

 

I want to live in such a way

that my words and actions

resonate in the wombs

of women

who hold deep earth

in the dark of their eyes:

women with hearts

that shimmer open with grace

ringing from the secret face

of that wild patience

that penetrates earth

with harmonies of Light

and sounds of heaven.

 

 

 

INTO THE MIRROR

 

Into the mirror the bright river streamsÑ

everything is utterly just as it seems.

Cast off your blankets,

and lay in the sun,

stop all this madnessÑ

where will you run?

The river is flowing with bird song and wind

as  the warm earth tips

into winterÕs bright end.

Just a puff of a breeze and the shadows depart,

from the brightness and beauty

of an innocent heart.

 

 

 

DRUNK WITH LIGHT

 

Those drunk with light are called mad by the blind.

Those giddy with Love are called crazy by cynics.

Some child thinks the world was made by Love.

Everyone in the circus laughs, except the clown.

Whoever makes the glory his own becomes the glory.

Whoever sings the glory in their bodily cells opens hearts.

Everyone in heaven is crazy with laughter.

 

 

 

WITH LOVESÕ INTENT

 

When imagination flows

with LoveÕs intent

something eternal shines

within the lantern of your ribs:

Oil flows from your fingers;

ritual becomes reality.

You put your hands gently

on someoneÕs head,

their heart opens

and God laughs.

 

 

 

BREATHING GODÕS NAME

 

The deep, deep,

tender pink sweetness of God,

in the center of your chest,

in the essence of your heart.

In and out, in and out, the breath flows

breathing the name of God:

AlÉ in,

laÉout,

haÉin,

AlÉout,

laÉin,

haÉoutÉ

on and on,

sighing the name,

relaxing into the name,

sinking deeper into the sweetness,

opening your most vulnerable heart,

drinking in the Love.