Forks in the Road

Forks in the Road

In this early morning you are with me,
before the dawn’s first light begins in the sky
the dawning of Light occurs here.

I come unto the day with my problems, uncertainties
and with those whom Love brings to me
and turn within, offering all up unto This
unspeakable Love knowing, I, of myself, am nothing and
can do nothing to fix, change, or make better,
my act of devotion is to empty myself in offering,
to make of myself an empty receptacle, nothing at all,
a pure clear open emptiness.

In so doing, a direction is chosen,
the fork is the selection of Love
of a Love greater than I, more powerful than I,
the One that IS All, and All-inclusive
of all the suffering humans everywhere
of all life.

I ask to be an instrument of Love, of Peace
and open in emptiness unto the vast Silence
that speaks the language of no words
to listen deeply, giving all over in trust
and rejoice in the doing that is a giving
in surrender, letting go all unto This Peace
that is beyond mind’s grasp, beyond conception, immaculate.
I let go of all form, concept, worldly hope, dream
need, everything, come to naught, and rest.

Open mind, open heart, open belly & bones
open unto nothingness, vast openness
that simply IS, my entirety rests in
Peace… R.I.P.  I gladly die into This.

Here remaining, open attentive listening
watching awaiting dawn’s first light
the day made for Love’s fulfillment
unknown to this mind the shape or forms
the day’s unfolding, how many forks
will appear in the road, taken, step by step
choosing to be a vehicle for Love, Light, Presence
through being empty of self, receptive of Self.

I join the Many who are the One in This
awakening to living daylight within
opening within that Love might come out
in works mighty and delicate, cosmic and mundane,
knowing All Is This, and is mighty Good,
yummie and delectable, heaven scented, touching in
to Beauty and Love inherent in the fabric of Life,
acknowledging such Grace upon and within
such a one as has made a wreckage in wretchedness
of living apart from true Love…

I give all my mistakes, misunderstanding, ignorance
all my efforts, thoughts, words
all my self, all my self, all my self until nothing is
but the vast empty beautiful dark sky earth for whatever the dawning
brings each moment, each breath…

Where is this Love? –Nowhere but Here
What is this Love?–Nothing but This
Who gives this Love?–No one but the One through us as us, All
How is Love known?–Through receiving within and giving forth, recognizing the works
When does Love come?–Only Now, this moment’s fresh newborn arrival

Try as we might, we cannot get from the mirror
what is only within the one who looks,
see the seeing loving Presence, aware, awake
let This arise and Be active in the heart, mind, body, soul
of All Being.  Wait upon this, and see what IS.
When forks appear in the road, stop everything, choose This.

-In the rosey dawn,
sharing This Love
that Only Is,

~Anrael