Nothing is complicated
but the mind.
Nothing is impure
but our thoughts about it.
You don't even have to
untie these knots.
Just see that they are
woven from a single
sparkling thread
of love.

Photo by Laurent Berthier


I must confess I'm getting bored
with spiritual practices.
Inhale counting 4, exhale counting 6.
I did this in first grade arithmetic…
Perform Frog Asana better
than anyone else in yoga class.
Can't wait to practice Corpse Pose
and just lie here doing nothing…
Wonder if her mantra works better than mine:
Tantric bija, $1200…
My guru is flawless, but yours
had an affair with a cheerleader…
If you buy your meditation at an ashram,
where it's been on the shelf for a thousand years,
be sure to check the expiration date:
it should say "Now" …
Breathing in, say “breathing in.”
Breathing out, say “out…” Why not say,
“My grandmother rides a red bicycle?”
Replace the thought of that lady's rump
with a thought of emptiness.... Really?
So I take these complaints to the Master,
who says, “When did you ever see me
actually doing any of that crap?”
Then he throws his arm over my shoulder
and leads me to The Tavern of Awakening,
where fools dance in a circle and get instantly
drunk by practicing absolutely nothing.
If you come, bring a big empty belly.
No one will ask who invited you.
Isn’t it time to run out of patience
and become a wave of gratitude
crashing on the shore of this moment?
Friend, just do who you are
and pulverize diamonds
with your whirling.


You don't need an invitation
to breathe.
But this doesn't mean that
each inhalation is not
a privilege, a sacred
Take, savor this,
the bread of life,
the wine of the Goddess
poured out for you
with one purpose -
that you may delight in
the Breath Giver's grace.
Attend the feast
of emptiness.
Drink from the motionless stream
that turns the galaxies like
water wheels in the void.
Let it run down your body,
sparkling with silence.
Now offer it back,
the gift of the gift, singing