ton of love

how to measure a ton of love?

you say that is what it will take for you.

to truly change.

to really grow.

how to feel nirvana?

you say that you want to

free yourself,

to burn off all your sad and sorry karma.

but you have never really gone out to meet yourself with totally open arms, ready to die...

and then to live again.

you catch yourself roaming often the world of imagining.

far from love

looking for your true face

and

disconnected from your bliss.

how, through all this smoke and mist can you

conduct the discontented

search for the jewel

that sits

in the heart of this very lotus?

how will you discover

the treasure that only you have buried,

and only you can find?

still you wait for the ton of love to fall like grace upon you.

the answer for all your longing.

slowly to take off

then suddenly quicker--and ah, the transformation

that comes to you from standing still

and "just watching."

you are there

and you never left.

when the mother is happy, the children are happy.

as the seeds of the fruit come from the tree

and themselves live to create the self-same tree,

so do you create yourself,

merely from what is.

there is utopia,

and there is life.

every moment change,

and change again...

in this most unsatisfactory existence

there is truly

nothing that a ton of love cannot cure,

nothing that a ton of love cannot render understood.

nowhere that the sea of bliss will not surround you,

if you really take your self out to the edge of the world,

and let go.