The Path of No Path

Part I   To be source The creator of forms Be not caught up with any form   Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Quickly now! They shouted The Guest will be here soon There is so little time to prepare Oh! Make ready the house Surely the guest will seek us out With the all the plans we have made What banquets, Grand Pujas And fine discussions we will have!   Away from the commotion At the edge of town She sweeps Every day sweeping The barely visible path to Her dwelling The well-tended late morning fire Burns bright from Her devotion Her voice is soft and gentle Today I sweep for Thee she whispers.   Her body is ancient She has seen the great mountains in their youth The towering redwoods and giant sequoias She cared for as saplings On the edge of the great forest Her house, open on one side is ever filled There is grand delight in their faces Children smile from the stories She tells   You there, old woman Don’t you know the Guest is coming The learned and important say As they confront her in her sweeping Cease this useless and endless sweeping Sure...

I have met And shared countless meals with Spent long hours in Enraptured conversation With the most powerful being   I have looked deep into Those magnificent eyes That sees only love and forgiveness The face of unending gentle kindness That never turns away from me   Truly it is from The heart center that flows A force so powerful that it Rocks to the deepest foundations This entire multi-verse   Love is the only force Of all that is   You are             This being of infinite power You are             The most powerful force             That rocks this ‘verse You are             The love that is all that is;             and, so am I   This is the only real power It lives at the core of al...

Let your mind go Wherever it will Look with devotion To the depths of The darkest part Of the night sky   Push yourself not In a specific direction Your innate being-ness Already knows all The cardinal compass points Of the infinite landscape   Reach and strive not Towards any goal Neither obvious or obscured Seek not the bright pole star The fixed points are already known Your bliss lives not there   The glorious infinite bliss Of your own being Actively living and breathing Is not found on any map There is no fixed point in the cosmos It resides in you; that infinite space flowing In-between the stars of heaven     Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.

  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.