Nothing is Happening

You are my digitalis.
I take you as a kiss

and Bits and Bites collide.
Like the formation of a star

my heart densifies from
billions of particles of everything, from everywhere,

and everyone throughout all time.
Oh, how many tons of love can this chest take on

before it explodes into a death tone we all know?
The ringing is always in our ears...ringing....ringing...

Like the sitar drone, the heart beat, the ebb and flow
of our own breath passing our lips.

We know this silence comes to us all when we are
not looking. Listen. Nothing is happening.

Something is happening.
Nothing is happening.

Nothing is happening.
Nothing is happening.

Something is happening.
Nothing is happening.

Nothing is happening.
Nothing is happening.

To Sherpananda For His Belated Birthday

What do you give a man
who has everything/nothing?

What could Rumi have given Shams
that was not already given?

We see the wine bottle pouring a last drop...
Yet from you it never empties.

I joke with names and build them with fancy
hyphens: Scott-a-sherpa-nanda!

No joke. My kaupina is hidden in another age next to yours.
Can contemporary minds no longer bear truth

like men cannot bear nakedness?
Shame can put herself back in the Garden!

For the man who has everything/nothing
The gift is to be everything/nothing.

This is my gift to you.

DB

The Hawk and the Rat

The hawk circles the grassy field of for a rat.
Studies it with a calm precision, like it was

Always going to be this way, that the rat must die
And the hawk must live, and it is the nature of love.

The warm breeze, a loft under my wings. The blue
Sky above and into the endless distance, my playground.

The cool ground under its soft belly. The green
Grass all around limiting sight, its prison.

It has no where to go. I will feed upon it until we are one
And, of it, there is left nothing.

A Poem

A poem a week is like 'hide-and-go-seek'!

We all Go Down

We all go down.

Along the way gravity

pulls us to the earth.

A gift so we can feel everything

our flesh and bones will.

Stop thinking. Be still. Breathe.

The light is already upon you and has

been calling you closer all along.

Move into it until there is nothing left of you. 

Until you are indistinguishable from it. 

Unitl you are it.

Go all the way up. 

There is no gravity. 

Never was. 

A gift so we can know everything.

©2007 D. Baumgarten

Thanks for the inspiration Anita!

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