We greet others, arriving
Stepping out onto the Front Porch
They have journeyed long distances
Dragging their frazzled minds
and limp bodies
from the frigid, barren outer regions
Hellish worlds of unbearable pain
And here they are!
At the bottom of the hill ...
On the curving drive ...
On the front lawn ...
Front porch ...
Home!
We welcome them,
So very thankful they have arrived
Prostrate in gratitude
that they have come
no matter what form of transportation
Coach
Train
Horse
Bruised and bloody knees
And now we say:
You are Home!
Come down off that horse,
emerge from that elaborate, protected carriage
and take my hand
to rise
from those poor, battered knees
Disembark!
Exit!
Come and sit by this
Eternal Fire
called
God's Love
One Love
or, simply,
Love
Here, where
all forms of transportation
are
no longer needed!
Part II
We are Home.
Here, where
Nothing is.
No method.
No teacher.
No ideas. No concepts. No definitions.
Not even words.
Only the deep silence
of This Peace.
This silent chamber
of the
One Mind
After a time,
you might set down your tea
and,
blinking your eyes,
say to me:
"How funny! How odd!
I dreamed I had traveled this world.
I suffered great evils and lived through
the worst of nightmares.
I was cast out!
I was nobody!
I was the embodiment of all evil,
even!
And I struggled to escape
I indulged in many passions
which engendered
more
restlessness
and wandering
and then I dreamed, within my dream
that someone came to wake me up.
It's just a dream! she said.
And I was amazed
and in disbelief
Until I realized
Yes.
I think she's right.
And I woke up!
And now
I am
Here, with You."
And I nod
And we laugh
and I say:
"Darling, I dreamed the same dream
and
Aren't dreams so amazing?"
