The Path of No Path

  Greetings,   As most of you know this past year has brought many challenges to my doorstep. Through it all there has been a deeper more internal aspect to this past year that I have struggled with until now to put into words.   In this letter I wrote today to my long time friend Dr. Josephine Hauer Ed. D. I think I have been able to reveal something that is both highly personal and insightful. Dr. Hauer has been gracious enough to allow me to send this personal letter to her to all of you.   For those of you who have been reading my poetry for a while you will find familiar themes, as well as a more intimate view of the place where my poetry often starts.   Enjoy! William-     Hi Josie,     PS. I know, the PS goes at the end. However I just wanted to say that as the music played on while I wrote this it became clear that this was one of the special moments when the already present connectedness of all that is makes itself an active part of ...

The Same wisdom That causes the Excitement and grandeur Of the great turning Of each individual leaf In its own right time   Can also be found In that last grain Of rice from your bowl Sticking so beautifully Excitingly— to the end Of your chopstick   Choose not to be fooled See clearly not The outward distractions Of brilliant color Or the seeming Ordinary mundane-ness   Choose to be In harmony with the inner wisdom Of life itself By becoming both The turning leaf: and The last grain of rice     Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Organizations are common and Can be likened to store bought curry Some are very spicy Others are quite mild   But—   It is premixed With a predefined result   And—   The exact recipe A well guarded secret Based on someone else’s interpretation Of what curry “should be”   The Great Chefs And the Mahatmas Those Great Souls Always mix their own curry   To discover and continue To refine your own special mix Based on your unique gifts  Seek and know the spices of Heaven—   Is to know the rarefied beauty Of that ecstatic sacred dance A Bolero! With all that is     Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.   

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.