Just a few days ago, I did something brave and bold, and it felt like a gamble, though it felt like a good one. I liked the odds. And know here it is, this poem, this poem is in my head.
Gamble everything for love.
If you are a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty.
You set out to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.
Don't wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, leave and let the
sea be you. Silent, absent, walking an empty road, all praise.
I realize that I spend a good deal of my time going with the flow. I have a pretty good flow, yet it is a rare day that my life is filled with any sort of bold daring, or risk. The possible execption is in an asana practice, and even that has been pretty even lately. I am glad to be in a place of mystery right now, my life sent whirling in a direction unknown, set in motion by gambling everything for love.
