The Hidden Path of Plain Sight

Do you know where it is you are going?
Or whose blood is upon the stone?
Do your dreams lie so far behind you
They are nought but dust and bone?
 
Do you pray to God or a Buddha?
Do you worship the moon or the sun?
Is your life lived only through mindset?
Has your spiritual journey begun?
 
And what of your heart and emotions?
Tell me what ails you now?
Does your soul ever sing uninhibited?
Do you know when to let it, or how?
 
Bones can be sung into being -
Don't fear to gather them hence;
For there comes a time in your life
When you can no longer sit on the fence.
 
God can be found in the Nothing - 
There's nothing to fear or to love;
Just open your life to experience
The union of below and above.
 
For it's all just the same anywhichway
You choose to see it or not:
Born together, these Something's from Nothing,
We are all that we've got.
 
So we cling together in darkness,
Rejoice together in light;
Collect your courage and come hear the truth now -
It's only hidden in plain sight.

Stirring

I stir the drink.

Heat and small grains

Rise to the top,

Only to slowly sink

Back down,

The weight of forgiveness

Bearing them gently.

I am a god

Who can choose

To change the world,

Or leave it alone

- Either well or not so well.

Each action an earthquake

Every motion a revolution,

I see the separation

Of surface and content

And I see they are made

Of the same such stuff

As dreams;

While reality is disappearing.

I am each and every grain;

I am the whole.

I am a cat, and a blade of grass,

A murderer and a saint:

There is nothing I am not

As I dissolve into nothing.

I drink the drink

And it is gone.