The Path of No Path

Real Freedom is To do only what You most want Consider this— Is it possible That what all of us Most want Is to experience The Bliss Of not wanting When the inner Cave of silence Expands, merges And breathes deeply With our present Moment of awareness Is to experience the State of being called Not wanting What a marvelous thing! Our own unique Sacred completeness Has always been within us Breathe it Know it Being it Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

To Stand Quietly— Doing Nothing Naturally— Is to cross over The eternal threshold Pass through this gateway And enter the courtyard of The Infinite self Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

There is a different kind of courage A refined form of bravery— Not about drawn swords Not about loaded guns at the ready Heroism redefined An openness To try something different A willingness To be someone different Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Shining moon Making its nightly rounds Climbs to the heavens On an ever new course Outside the temple Far beyond the many gates The waters are blue, still and deep Behold the reflection of the divine One by one The thunder of silence Invites the bells to sound The outer temple gates I seal The sacred lamp is ablaze At the high alter I am welcome As though I never left it calls me The soul song of the ever-open Higher Gate Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Ancient River Hidden from view An ancient river Deep and wide In seeming stillness Gently covering Its powerful flowing nature Fully present it waits Waiting to Wanting to Yet ever patient It reveals itself fully Only to those Bold enough to To seek it out Like the ancient river There is a river of love Flowing through each of us Its gentle power can When we allow it Transform our lives And our world Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Opened wide by Love From the One it flows That infinite wellspring Of All That Is In effortless surrender The gentle ocean In beautiful waves Surges through My Divine Being My Dearest Ones Closer to you I Am The Love of the Many Lives in the center of The One Copyright © 2004 William A. York All rights reserved.

Simple, but Wanting to Sound Profound And deep The cry of the soul: Keep to the simple! Grasping and reaching complicate Anguish from fear Anger to rage Breath Short Hot Blackness Standing on fear’s scorched earth Once again, Love’s sweet garden Memories float away Ashes in the cold wind Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.