Opening of the Heart

 If the cup is full,
   it will empty
the open heart is here
patiently waiting

the vessels are many to carry it's outpouring
 to spark the fire
a lover mirrors the inner yearnings
reflects the deeper heart
  this heart is the original being
 the pure, bathed daimon

from here; everything is possible
from the innocence the real is seen, the important is remembered
  the known dropped, the desires surrendered
the recognition of contentment, appreciation and gratitude emerge

stay here!
allow this gift to your being
this is dancing on the cobra's head
the web dissolves, yet others remain entangled

all the things you needed are easily flowing towards you,
get out of the way!
 allow silence, heart is waiting for you

the arduous simplicity

"Just be happy. Just make your self happy, that is all you can do"
"That is why I am friendly with every body."

a few words from the right people are of much more value than long talks with the wrong

if i had heard theses words years ago, or perhaps weeks ago, they would have carried another meaning to me. the same from the speaker but different to the listener.

maybe it would have meant for me if happiness was believed to be in traveling, possessing something, etc..

but this morning when I heard him say this, it went directly to the heart.

look for joy, if joy is not there, then look for the misery that is there.

maybe you cant see the cause of the misery. or perhaps cant even see the misery.
  but it is there.loaded in all these taken for granted unquestioned actions we have been conditioned to think are the normal, the natural.
probe into the miseries and begin the dropping of the sources.

it is likely that the once believed crazy ideas you have carried around with you are in fact the ones you must live. these unrealistic ideas are in fact the real. buried in years of rationalizing away.

this is arduous to "just be happy"
 i dont mean it is hard to smile, this is easy. conditioned and practiced.

to be deeply joyful means looking at your actions and questioning their motives.
 this 2 minute conversation with this person, was a reminder of the Real.  

waking you up, again.

falling petals

i was at a park near the temple

sitting next to this small tree with beautiful thick oval, white-ish, pink petals.

it was a few weeks ago in spring, the time to fall off.

as i was looking at the entire tree one fell off, not the slow romantic fall but a fast drop, showing its weight.

it landed with a round-sounding thud.

these flowers i don't know the name, i thought they were cherry blossoms but i don't even know what those are except that they are all over japan.

...and connected with the passing of life.

a moment after it landed. coming into, from out of my area of sight appeared this little old man working as a sweeper in the temple's park

with a sweeper and a bin.

as if he was naturally flowing around this park sweeping every fallen petal up.

he swept it up in that same moment.

and moved from my sight again...i was still looking at that space that the petal just a moment before, was.

-everything and everyone, we are all passing

life really is sad. a beautiful joyful sadness.