Recreating

For countless lives my eyes turn toward you,

rolling upward, inward, into that primordial eye,

Peering into these lives and deaths in search of freedom.

Lost in the spirits crown, forgetting world and self

Your formless bliss and gentle Om

release nectar from the spirits crown

and flood me with the intoxication of the gods.

Calling me home, this little mind becomes vast,

soaring into silent infinity beyond even OM.

I open my eyes, and still, I see you everywhere.

OM fills space, becomes pulsation

moves the visible and the invisible

and settles into form and sacred life.

You show me yet you do not release me.

Is this the reason to be here, to see

you striving behind all eyes - reptiles, mammals humans

desiring, suffering, striving for freedom

recalling and remembering yourself?

Forgive me for not seeing you before

trying to escape my isolation

seeking freedom beyond your creation

treating it as an essential nothing,

an accident to be conquered, transcended,

overcome; to put an end to suffering,

not grasping that your creation faithfully

conspires toward your quiet essence.

Quiet, you await for us to become quiet,

learning to do nothing as you do everything.

You make me still and calm amidst your storm,

maturing into purpose and presence,

trusting me as a guardian of your being,

free to be a person and care for other persons.

Within Your acts of recreation,

With infinite tones of color and sound,

you enchant me through her eyes and their glow.

Reflecting the light of your eternal eye

they enter my gaze and become my sight.

You make us one in eternal giving:

recreating, procreating another being

we replicate Your endless, moving image.