Scorning the guru
has become fashionable
among those who have
never tasted
the catastrophic Presence
of a being who stuns the mind
into perfect stillness,
opening the heart with
a wound that heals
our loneliness.
All I can say is,
I never knew freedom
until I dissolved
in the Master's glance.
I was trapped like a housefly
in the net of intellect.
The buzz was loud,
but the wings were brittle.
A galaxy, a centrifuge of light
cannot spin your
darkness away.
O seeker, don't try to breathe
without the Breath Giver.
Ponder the silence
of silence, friend,
for Grace is an ocean
that is deeper than thought.

~Photo by Kristy Thompson