The Key and the Lock

Pain

Is a question

Asked by the jailer

As he jangles his keys.

Will you allow your heart to open

Lest the lock grow

Hard from rust?

Set yourself free.

Break out of this self-created prison

and LIVE

While you still remember how.

The Snowflake

Stick out your tongue

And taste the snowflake.

If a mere grain of snow

Can grant you the taste of perfection,

What of the Universe?
There is a lesson in this

For those who know.

The Mirror

I gazed within,

But all I saw

Was a dull, dusty mirror,

Rusted and tear-streaked.

When will the Polisher

Answer my prayers

And clean the mirror

Until I see my Self?

The Gift of Clarity

Even with a thousand words,

You cannot buy clarity.

Only the coming of the Friend

Can bestow this wondrous gift.

Keep your heart's door open,

Ready for his arrival.

The Door

The Friend

Knocks upon your door.

Why do you stand aloof?
Why does your hand tremble

On the doorknob?

Open it;

Or better yet:

Realize that there is no door.



The Prison of Unknowing

Mixed with your tears,

This eggshell around you

Has hardened into concrete.

When will you flee

This prison of unknowing?
Your true birth awaits

Like a patient dog

Outside his master's door.

Work

Your work

Furthers your becoming.

Lean, therefore,

Into the task at hand.

With every drop of sweat,

A lotus flower blooms.