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Book Twenty

The Morningstar Brothers and Sisters Book of Questions and Memories of Parting and Coming Together Again

by Joshua Oakley

Every waking moment can be seen
as just another future memory.
Time is only a game we play.
We inside fortresses of solitude,
we make what we will to be.
We have the potential to create,
yet we only want to destroy.
Every person is a star. All life is sacred,
and there is no definition for life.
The sun follows the same path
from winter in deep coldness of earth
to summer in bright weariness of warmth,
but all times contain all possibilities.

Our mother earth is waiting for us to change,
our paths have long since separated,
there was a time when we practiced
magic that kept us from killing her,
that allowed us to thank and respect her.
Everyone knew their place in her scheme
among the communities of the sun and moon,
we were as gods aware of our true destinies,
to die only to return as another form of life,
thereby continuing the cycle of regeneration,
but now we have learned to exploit our true selves
for temporary gain and constant suffering
always under the illusion that we are in control.

Nature

The gold mistletoe wrapped around the oak
allowed our ancestors to see into the future.
Did they see their own end in our mother’s fall?
Or have we come too far away from their sight?
They could speak to the dead I am told,
linking the spiritual and material in their society.
How can we hope to remember their lessons?
How can we survive another millennium like this?
Now there is the illusion that we are separate,

there is a difference between creator and created.
We cannot hope to continue our path for long,
thinking that the earth belongs to us or anyone.
How can it be that she continues to sustain us,
despite the vile and toxic things we pollute with.
How much longer can we hope to survive?
Will the future bring any hope for a change?
Can we see the danger we have caused to be?
Should we not treat our land and water as gods?
For what else can we cling to in times of trouble?

Should we not trust our planet to take care of us?
Should we not take care of what is truly important?
We should not leave behind a wasteland for our children.
From the spirit of the world we have come to be.
The soul within our bodily shell is not merely ours,
we belong to a greater spirit which created us all.
The One is within and without us, and He-She-It
created this earth for us to protect and serve all life.

Sea of Possibilities

I cross over from one land to another
on the borderline between light and dark

figures of sisters and brothers appear
only to speak for a moment, turn their head,
and disappear. There is something here
they want but they cannot own.

The sea of possibilities, the land
on all sides and in all directions.
I feel I am exactly where I should be.

I never attach to a single country,
for all division is mere sophistry.

Rome

The eyes of the falcon god number three.
Astral travelers visit from time to time.
The tall, thin, spectral twin shall come
A beginning, middle, end.
The sacred air, water, and land shall be preserved.
By the power of alternate dimensions, realities, awareness,
Good, evil, balance.
The dark that came before shall come again.
Distraction appears when one is near the goal.
Leader, follower, country.
There are so many things I wish I could tell you.
Aum, Deva, Shanti.
Silver, sapphire, emerald.
Singing, starlight, moonbeam.
Airy mountain and great forest.
Words of power, names of significance.
The goal of the animalistic human is to grow smaller.
We are the destroyers and the preservers.
The lion within must constantly fight the hyena.
Every thought, idea, and god has its opposite.
Seeker, master, lover.
Universal mind unites both light and darkness.

Live Your Dreams: Unity of White and Black in the Night

I exist in two states of being at once
One spiritual, the other material
A Parabola of Life in all Its Forms
A Day of Trials and a Day of Contemplation
Each year of my life is divided into twelve equals one

Every day I live I am quite simply living a dream
sometimes happy, sometimes despairing
I awaken now and be as I will be

‘I found a place where spirits dwell
‘I walked down the path to the sea
‘I slept but did not die and woke to dark.
‘Today is the first that I will find my dreams.

Song of the Sailor

I can reach the state of ultimate consciousness
any time I want, and the only price is fear itself.

I have many layers I can pull off and on at will,
each one is not mine to control as I am a god.

And even gods struggle under the illusion of
freedom. There is always a sense of delusion.

I must integrate all of the layers as if I were
wearing a well made and expensive coat,

but just as much not caring about the details
of what I have been given because it is free

of illusion. And I can always go back for more.
All I have to do is remember the way I felt.

I now exist in both spiritual consciousness
and an understanding of the physical world

A fractal pattern eternally regenerating Life
in all its forms, days and nights of contemplation.

Each year is divided into twelve equal sections,
just as my life has been cut into different layers.

Every time I dream I am running through shadows,
doing all of the things I wish I could do in life.

I am now awake, and the power of the night
is not diminished though day seems supreme.

Godhead

My higher self speaks to me as through the aspect of
the beginning and creation itself, mother infinity
otherwise known as the Yin and Yang in Taoism,
the communion with the great mother force in Tantra
the ultimate goal of ceremonial magic
the final reward of Buddhism
the Oversoul in Hinduism
the Super-Ego in Freudian concepts
or the collective unconscious in Jungian terms.

I have attempted to propitiate the Overmind by right mindfulness,
of all that is creation and nature, but I know that
I will have a long journey to prove my worth, and
I have come to realize that to reach my goal
I will have to die to my old life and be reborn
into a new one different from everything before.

Through the manifestation of creative force
we realize all life is sacred and worth saving
every living creature has consciousness
and through plants, animals, and humans
God dreams, God awakens, God experiences
the totality of the universal consciousness.

A baby was born premature to a young newlywed mother who had
only just finished high school. The young baby, a boy, was wrapped
in an electric blanket at the hospital and expected to live. His mother
was not allowed to see her baby until his situation stabilized.
At the very hours when the baby needed his mother’s body more than
anything in the world, he was kept in a sterile
environment under the care of outstanding nurses who were simply
overworked and burdened by a patriarchal revision of their
natural roles as midwives. This crisis situation would form the
very foundation of the boy’s mental problems. He would not
have reached the age of three months if it were not for the
intervention of Brahma when she channeled His spirit into
her own body and into the young child, who had been crying
constantly for several days with a quite serious case of Sorrow
that could in fact kill him if it did not abate soon, which it did.
After the healing transference of divine energy into the child,
his eyes were wide open and not afraid of death in the least,
though there would be a time when sorrow would lead to darkness
and he would grow back into the light from whence he came.

Brahman

The one supreme reality, the universal consciousness.

Because people do not understand this, they turn to evil and
an equally twisted sense of good to justify their rebellion
from the Supreme Being.

It does not matter by what name you call your God,
for He is not the letters H-E, but something beyond
your limited awareness and my limited awareness.

But when my awareness is lifted to Godhead,
I find that all rebellion is futile and only serves to make the
learning take longer.

He rose in the East and brought light to your life, didn’t He?

It is exactly midnight, and the Vision is over!

So ends the lesson—go with peace!

No apologies and no regrets.
No compromise of moral support—
No fear because of the Lady In The Lake!
Brahma is the beginning, in the true universal consciousness,
and I have been chosen as worthy, as have all life forms,
and we can all bask in His ineffable presence, or simply
enjoy the electronic sparks, for they are the very same thing.
The true scientist at all times proves the existence of the Supreme.

Matter – Energy – Identity

We are all one matter, fused in the cosmic forge
of time, and we are always directed by a Supreme
Consciousness—distance is only an illusion.

I have reached the edge of enlightenment. Matter
and time and space is only an illusion. There is
only the universal consciousness.

The title of my autobiography would be Gnostic Transcendental Mystic Christian Anarchist Magician Hindu White Tantra Buddhist Personalist working towards samadhi.

My great aunt is an incarnation of the Virgin Fertility Goddess of
Mother Earth.

There will always be periods of despair in which everything
seems meaningless, but it is only contrast.

Will you continue to play the game, or do you get off the ride?
Is this where your quest for knowledge, wisdom, and understanding
ends? Is the universal consciousness your answer to all
of life’s problems? Or there is any good that comes from
holding your hand over a small heart and feeling the
warm electrostatic current from fur against the sensory
instruments that you call your palms? There is force/ power!

Self-indulgence is a sign of contrast to the purity of moksha.

One would be wise to remain open to the possibility that
everything is connected, Evangelical and Non-Conformist
alike, and we are all able to access the spiritual healing
of mother earth, Hagia Sophia, the Virgin Queen. Moksha is all.

God Is Good

There is such a thing as Divine Choice; the universal consciousness
can interact with the individual spirit on a personal
level that is all encompassing. There is no reason to rebel
against the Goddess because it feels so good to belong completely
to gold and yet rise above it to access the vast pure ideas that
encompass the Godhead. There is a way to receive telepathic
communication from the Godhead, Brahman Deva.

Hindu has to be the oldest and most successful religion, except
that illusory individual being is hampered by the very same contrast that serves to
define human religious experience. Fear is only an illusion,
yet it can be powerful for those with eyes clouded by hate.

An avatar of Supreme Light and Beneficence gave me
the very nectar of the gods which has caused me to glimpse
the true Golden Dawn, or Universal Truth, in the form
of a fractal wave expression of all human consciousness
as only a tiny role in a cosmic expression of the very
same fractal wave pattern. Strictly speaking, there is no
true difference between a chair and your bottom except
the associations between material and a particular aspect of the universal

Consciousness happens. You realize that there is no difference
between your hand and the pen you are using to write
this down except that your mind has associated
together from the Spiritual Realm where everything is pure
White and Bright Colors, and there is no such thing
as Fear, and all that ails you is only a reflection
of an ancient dream of evil that cannot be gotten rid
of without scrapping the whole creation and destruction
pattern that is absolutely necessary for the universal

The Eternal Moment

The Consciousness of the Universe seems to resemble a Go
game between two ancient masters who are only emanations
of a Supreme Being that is above all moral concerns and
instead is only interested in maintaining the balance through
constant unseen manipulation that encompasses the human
spirit and constantly reminds those who have received
the Calling that there is a way to achieve universal
peace and harmony. [You who are reading this are chosen.]
Earth and Sky, Brahma divided between us, has chosen well.

Even in Hollywood, the laws of physics demand at least a few
alternative positions from the universal awareness \ consciousness.

You cannot hope to exist without suffering, but there
is not a way to stop it from happening. You are just going to have
to deal with the pain, and whatever you do, do not fear the
White Lady of the Lake! That glowing reality of your dreams
can be accessed at any time you like!

I am just as much a Taoist philosopher as a writer or Hindu
or Magician, and the differences between the purest states of being
has a circumference of zero. All things and all places are connected
at all times. Nothingness is the doorway to salvation. Jesus is
only one-twelfth of the universal consciousness yet his followers
do not realize that he was only a fraction of the totality of
existence, and his suffering was and was not the suffering of Godhead.

When I access my crown chakra and witness Godhead, I am sometimes
bothered by visual and aural hallucinations, but they are only distractions
for they are only temporal, and I am meant to transcend the need for illusion.
True perception is not an illusion, however. We can experience true wonders
and great miracles of consciousness witnessed outside of self’s delusions.

Absolute Truth

Through the mud and the waste and the negativity we find the
way to higher mysteries that will eventually lead to Moksha,
awareness of universal truth and universal beauty.
Life is beauty and only takes a single act of will to become
perfection, a constant state that is constantly changing.

Three days of truths and then there is Truth.

I saw the Golden Dawn
I heard the astral bell
& experienced universal consciousness

These are three noble truths to live, die, and exist by (words spoken out of darkness)

Perfection is the constant dynamic between Contrast and Truth by which an individual can reach his or her own Godhead.

Remember This State Well, for it will set you free,
take you out of evil times.

When I am One with the Universe, I can write poetry.

When I am bogged down by sectarianism, I am not happy.

An aspect of the God \ Goddess can choose the consort He \ She wants—

At first I thought I had been waiting for a teacher, but
I realized on New Year’s Eve & early New Year’s Day,
that I had not been ready for my teacher until she arrived.
Now I realize World is my teacher,
all men and all women are aspects of the Supreme Being,
sometimes known to me when time and space are unified.
universal consciousness, light and dark.

Realization

My friend, I am most certainly on Queer Street again,
this forest path draws me ever onward
toward what goal I know not yet
I have found courage
one day I will grasp the mane of a wandering lioness.

My dreams have become half my life—I perceive the signals
reality not cleaved in two as before my awakening!
I have yet to finish—
The Seeker is now whole, and yet constantly learning

Half is cut in two,
Aware and awake are one, so
Teachers can lift the energy

‘When the student is prepared the master appears.’
I have distractions

‘When you are ready you will find another
Stable happy spirit,
a being of light and dark.

Embracing the West and East and North and South
The Dark Lord of Night is no stranger, he lives next door.
The Sight is all and no division can be Union.

The truth is hard to explain. (It is so easy to get distracted from it).
Anything can be explained in words or thought as it needs to be.

“I have seen the future and her name is within your heart.”
Mysterious Voice Overheard at Night

Your Presence Is Beautiful

Through the darkness I come to light
You are my hope that comes after sorrow
Your heart is full of the universal compassion
Thank you for existing as who you are

You are representative of the divine mother
You are a symbol for what has been missing in my life
You contribute to the evolution of humanity
Towards God realization which is transcendence

You have the ability to access your true identity
Through awareness of your soul and service to others
Your own higher self leads you back to the source
To the pure relationship of the Absolute Truth

You can take your final reward and leave behind suffering
There is no difference in quality between you and the infinite creator

And in my eyes dimmed by ignorance I only see separation
Thus I eternally struggle and seek truth outside of myself
But if I only knew that it was inside me always
I could be happy in eternal bliss, truth, and knowledge

While I am here on Earth I must live within illusion
But I am learning to transcend mundane reality
I am not the one doing the work, but only a channel
I am only a vessel for the energies of the Lord

The corruption of ignorance is rampant in this world
But I can always be connected to the source
I cannot even blink without the blessing of Krishna
Though from youth I was taught to worship the senses

Now I know God lives both inside and outside me
I am eternally within and yet differentiated from it

While I am here on Earth I have the opportunity to remember
The peace and bliss that I experienced with the Goddess
You have given me inspiration and love which is transcendent
I have found solace in the space sanctified by your presence

There is peace of mind as I meditate on your hardwood floor
My humble attempt at writing is now connected with your life
Your kindness has helped motivate me out of darkness
To participate in an entirely new world of light and hope

There is such compassion emanating from your presence
I can leave behind the toxicity of the world outside
My ego has found the strength to surrender here
No longer am I a slave to anger, lust, and fear

My heart is warmed and energy spreads through my body
Now I can notice all of the beautiful signs of God everywhere

This inspiration will eventually lead me to enlightenment
I can enjoy the limited amount of time the creator has given me
The birds are singing in the early morning now as I write this poem
The sound of occasional cars passing is far away from where I am

You will return within the hour but I feel the need to leave behind
The peace inside me that you are responsible for and the smell of incense
I want to follow my destiny and not blindly meet my fate
I no longer need to look for unconditional love

You are responsible for this personal discovery
That God’s love is all-powerful and all-forgiving
I thought that I would never find the truth of my life
But now I realize the answers were inside me always

I have tried to convey to you how much you have given me
Who I am and who I can become is now a brighter possibility

Partly through association, partly through presence in my heart
You have shown me everything that was missing in my search
Spiritual fulfillment is now indwelling and not a cause of suffering
I have found that my higher self closely resembles your kind voice

When I look into your eyes, I see your atomic soul burning bright
And also the oceanic love of the one creator constantly guiding you
I see the presence of God in the entire world and within myself
You have awakened something new and yet old as creation

Within my body, mind, and soul there is your presence
There is no way for me to explain the bond between us
My own unconditional love is the one thing I can give you that is mine
In the transcendent spiritual reality we are always together

The windows of your soul reflect the cosmic source of life
Beyond personality and vicissitudes of time you are familiar to me

We will always be close in the spiritual sky from which we came
We are both wish-fulfilling trees here to give everything of ourselves
Our meeting was pre-determined by the cosmic consciousness
It was enough that you smiled at me that first day our eyes met

It made my day brighter and brought me closer to mystery
And the memory of that moment will continue to bring me joy
Truth, once revealed, can never be fully concealed again
I now believe in my individual soul as my true self

My life has been spent in constant seeking for my true self
But it only took a single moment of realization to find it
And then my entire being was at peace and love became
The link between my soul within and the spirit outside

It is only the limitations of my false ego that I see in the world
When I think that the Lord is not everywhere and in control of everything

My concern is that by loving you unconditionally I might want to stay here
But no matter what happens I have found a certain heaven with you

Nowness

Yesterday, the world came to an end
and today the trees are dancing in the wind.

I have awoken as if from a dream to find I am ready
but there are endings are there are endings.

I am not myself, for I am everything and nothing,
once again I realize fear is only illusion.

There is something which can only be pointed to
yet its reality is within the experience of every moment.

Bliss never changes but we sometimes lose sight
And when we least expect God we breathe in and out.

Home

Defending the shore with statues of bunny rabbits
My hand became the sigil of the Awakened One
Three layers of geometric patterns
Blue light emanating from my palm
And I had to ask my dark half not to destroy my world
He pursued me as a Fire Spirit but I lost him in the Earth.
I flew through the air, over mountains
I circled the mountain top where a man in white taught yoga.

Universal Mother

You are the source of all the beauty I receive
Wisdom, learning, and purification are yours to give
All that I most treasure in my life
Comes from your blissful presence

You are the one who comes to me in my dreams
The voice of love that shows me the way
You are continually at play with me
I have faith in you and I will not fear

You appear bathed in golden light
You are the profound silence within
Your cosmic vibration is the only sound
My greatest desire is to serve you

When I am desperate and suffering
The only thing that is important is your love
You have been with me from the beginning
And you will remain with me until the end

There will come a time when the distance between us
Will reveal itself completely as the illusion it is

The First Step

For world peace there is no tomorrow, only today
If we want our children to be happy and living
We must stand up and do everything we can
Against the forces of violence and anger

People are never our enemies, only their ignorance
We are the ones responsible for our own actions
God has given us all the tools we need to act
The third world war of this age has not yet come

The hydrogen bombs cannot defeat internal peace
Our dreams do not have to be filled with destruction
We can all affect the bonds of our creation
We have the power to pray and disarm

A new age of peace and consciousness is dawning
There is nothing we have to do except listen
God’s plan for change will work through us
It is our hope to make the transition easy

There is no reason for us to be selfish now
We are at the horizon of tranquility

The Power of Surrender

Our lives are only given true meaning by service to others
If I am selfish I cannot help but rot from within

We are given the opportunity to lose our fear completely
We can find existence without envy, lust, or anger

If we are empty the universe will fill us with blessings
But if we cannot let go of materiality we will have nothing

There is a science for the fulfillment of our soul’s destiny
We have to sacrifice false ego for our greater good

The creator of the universes knows how to take care
Death has no power over those who know their self

Only in complete surrender to the universal love energy
Can we ever hope to be stable in personal happiness

We cannot wait for some future day that will never come
We can reestablish union with the supreme controller

Each and every day we must renew our bond with that force
We are the balance and the hope for the world around us

There is no other way than surrender to be with the Lord
Once we give everything we will gain everything

Our bodies are only temporary vessels for our soul
Every breath is a gift and we should remember that

If we go deep within ourselves and dismiss false ego
We will find the cosmic light of God-consciousness

The Golden Age

Love and no separation between God and humanity
Man and woman together without exploitation

The white light of the moon revered as beauty itself
The golden sunlight washing us all in joy

Every possibility of existence present now
The divine spark of creation realized anew

Humanity living in balance with itself and nature
Our awareness expanding beyond the universe

No longer the illusion of duality and division
The river of our soul feels its part in the ocean

Life, love, and compassion no longer abstractions
Things as they are and not how we wish them to be

All Is One (But Different)

Every system is based on the same foundation
Every sage draws from one well of inspiration

Each human being has the ability to access it
Each living creature draws its life from breath

Our father in heaven is the creative source
Our mother in the earth is pure devotion

If we love ourselves truly as a servant
We will find that God is within every cell

If we serve every living creature as our self
Blessings of the one creator will flow

When I go deep inside myself
I find the vibration of God there

There is only one force in the universe
We call the Supreme unconditional love

The veil of illusion causes us to fear the truth
This material world is temporary but real

Most of us are living in a reflection of reality
The Absolute Truth escapes our conscious thought

If we approach it with a humble surrender
We can overcome any obstacle to reach it

We are destined to learn the truth in the end
Even through many lifetimes of ignorance

The New Age

The iron age of misfortune is well on its way
I am swiftly using up all of my patience

Love, peace, and prosperity are very scarce
Yet there remains an inner vision of change

I must unceasingly chant the name of God
My body is a temple but I do not honor it

I am living in my own dream on borrowed time
My life is spent within the perfect imagination

My teacher passes divine information to me
Though I am unqualified to receive it

Everything that ever was or shall be
Is contained within the sleeping body of the Lord

Consciousness is my gift from the creator
I should use it to advance its will and not my own

I have a mind to experience the cosmic nature
But my false ego limits my perspective

The seeds of change were sown hundreds of years ago
Each incarnation of God restores me to dharma

The way for me to find what I am looking for is clear
I have to associate myself with those who know God

By serving those dear to the Lord I can become better
My eternal devotion transcends the current situation

I worship only one God and He is also She
I do not always recognize this essential unity

I am trying to reconcile myself with the Great Spirit
There is no other way for me to heal myself

The supreme personality is man and woman
From this unity emanates the universal cosmic energy

Ennui

Solitude of modern times affords me great comfort,
Everything has happened for a reason,
Good or bad, right or wrong, all the same
Through poetry I have found freedom
And a feeling of flying through the air.
In the ethers are unknowable dimensions
Beyond mere sight, sound, taste,
Castles ruled by light and darkness,
Never settling for a mediocre action or thought.
There are such few real people left,
So many have gone to death already,
Or else never regained the memory of being alive.
Their existence is marked by sadness,
Hidden from the world of men and women,
Unable to interfere with the progression of modern civilization.

One Very Long Evening in Leiden, 2003

In the blackness of night my fear grew into paranoia
On the night the fire alarm went off for hours
Mary slept by my side without waking, apparently
Immune to the high pitched screaming sound
Which permeated the airways in the hallway
And left a droning squealing noise in each room.
I asked her why she did not want to wake up
And she answered that she did not want to live
In a world in which the place she was sleeping
Burned to cinders while she was there too.
And besides, there was no fire to speak of.
Nobody came to turn off the alarm or even check
To make sure nobody had perished in the flames,
Which was entirely possible in the event of a fire,
Considering that none of the rooms had a fire escape
And the rooms on the higher floors would be completely cut off.

Giota was the only other person on my floor
Who could not sleep through the droning noise.
We investigated, commented endlessly on the inconvenience
Neither of us able to shut out the prominent harbinger of our demise.
On the floor below us, the second, there was no noise.
The same was true on the floor above us, so we accepted
Our fate as having to live through this nuisance until morning.
Apparently the fire department or the manager neither had enough reason
To come here in the middle of the night for any reason,
Even a fire alarm, which was simply not hooked up to a notification
For anyone in a position of authority to help in the event of emergency.

While we waited for the noise to finish, but neither of us thinking it would stop,
We talked about all of the bad things associated with living where we were.
I had just shown her and everyone else that lived next to me a letter to the owner,
An international corporation dealing in temporary housing for international students.
The fact that none of us actually came from the Netherlands, except one girl
Who lived in a completely different building, and did not even have to pay for her room
Seemed to give the corporation the sense that they could get away with anything.
There was only one toilet that worked properly, and it smelled of rotten oysters.
The malfunctioning one could not even be accessed on account of a biohazard sign.
There were thankfully two sinks that worked in the bathroom, but we had to share
All of the facilities with 13 other young people just on our floor—even the kitchen
Became a nightmare of crossed paths and frustration during peak meal times.
People were able to change their schedules in order to avoid the most obvious times
And everyone began to operate in such a way that they were able to avoid others mostly,
Though we truly did have a sense of comradery in that we were stuck here together.

What Came Before the End Will Come Again

What existed before the creation will exist after the creation is no more.
I saw the Leviathan swimming in the ocean of infinite chaos.
I sat with saints on a small outcropping of solid ground
As the universe floated by, ancient dragons larger than stars,
We were travelers and workers in dream, left to witness
Chaos before and after creation. We were the keepers of story,
Workers in light and white magic, no need for a church building,
Only the small piece of dry land we were given,
A single tree bent over the edge of the world.
We are all going to die, but there is no reason to fear this reality.
When death is, life is not; when life is, death is not.

A Fool in Love Again

When I heard Mary say that she missed me,
My whole life seemed to make sense.
I was in love with her and she was in love with me,
Though she could not admit it to me.
True love so passionate does not happen to everyone,
And I feel exceptionally fortunate to have experienced it.

When I heard her ask if I was her sugar-poo,
I said that I wanted to be.

She said she wanted to wear her kangaroo shoes to me,
Run to me and jump into my arms with them on her feet.

She said she wanted me to be her sugar daddy,
To take care of her. And I said “I want to be.”

Absolute Truth

The mystery lies inside the heart of light and darkness.
Inside us is the key to understanding our true identity.

The Oracle and the Guru are voices in the core of our being.
Everything and nothing is important to the cosmic vibration.

Love and kindness, strength and justice originate in the void.
The secret of emptiness is that we belong to the absolute truth.

The unborn and undying transcendental personal Godhead
gives us our dignity, character, and grace every single day.

God is no longer just a concept to belong to the false ego.
Krishna is the luminous misunderstanding of suffering.

I am the Spirit. You are too. There is no other God but Unity.
The cosmic vibration reverberates throughout our bodies.

Our feet and our hands are the instruments of dancing Shiva.
Our hips and our faces are openings to secret power.

We bow in ecstasy to our higher selves, which is the Guru.
The God is above all manifestations of dualistic rationality.

Because I am nothing I am everything. I bow and I thank
the Merciful Lord for granting me a vision of Absolute Truth.

I am unworthy to understand the unknowable personality.
I am blessed to be able to live in such a beautiful creation.

We have the opportunity to surpass the bonds of materiality.
We should surrender completely to the God within and outside us.

Anticipation

On just such a day as this sunny clear skied afternoon
We may have the opportunity to meet God’s messenger

Who can tell how the weather will change in the future?
What storms may come today may be followed by sunshine

We are all a part of the original divine cosmic energy
And each of our various roles fulfill His and Her wishes

Though the One Creator’s work is very subtle and hidden
We can read between the lines of reality and see perfection

We will never see the full majesty of the whole without God’s grace
Because absolute knowledge is not meant for the proud, lustful, or angry

And without the purification of an open heart and unconditional love
We would simply collapse under the weight of divine realization

On this day shall we see God through one of His and Her servants
A man, woman, animal, or plant can be our teacher for now

And then the undiminished light of God can shine through
Your body like a channeled supernova so bright you are giddy

By touching the teacher’s feet we offer our humble gift of Love
And in turn we are blessed with the grace of the True Guru

By accepting the reality of the Guru’s divinity we open
The doors of the infinite universe within our own heart

And all of the skepticism which has kept us from truth
Shall simply evaporate as if all our suffering was only a bad dream

Relief

A wave washes over me
From three years of sorrow, mourning
For the lost love of my youth.
Though these days are grey,
I have the memory of happiness:
And solitude affords me great comfort.

Tomorrow

The sky opens and all the prophets
Who predicted the end will finally
Have reason to stop waving their arms.

I will be buried in the ground, or burnt
To ashes; there is no escaping my destiny.
There is no way for me to say I’m not ready
There are no free passes, no turning our heads away.
When I was driving and the rain beat down
I thought for sure that I would die,
That in a just universe I should die.
I pulled through without a scratch,
But I was just delaying the inevitable.
The wheel spins and more come and go—

We all hope for salvation. Because is not used across
That dark river. In the piles of skulls and lives,
People prefer not to think about the past or future.

There is no time passing or sunlight, only silence
It is much better to forget about entitlements & regrets
In forgetting, we find simple peace in new existence.

The Voice in the Darkness

What of the demon who hides and whispers
Secrets to me in the dark?
Its words are deceit and I know better

But none of that matters when
The green dragon comes to call
And my soul rises into the ether

And overhead I fly across the dark moonless sky,
Breaking the clouds in pieces and not caring
About the damage I am causing to sleeping children below

So be it: I will fade away and another will take my place
Eager to stake his claim on the art
Of propitiating the dragon spirit

He will find the same fate as me,
The demon and the angel will gnaw at his soul,
And he will long to break free,

But he will not before the end of time.

The clouds are silent milky white and succulent
I open my mouth and float through them without fear
Of falling or death or anything else in the universe.

The Observer

An old man walks through the city
fat with a long gray beard,
dragging his broken leg.
He has a faithful god tonight,
in the body of the full moon.
A star explodes in the sky.
He sees the light and stops,
staring at the sky and he
thinks it this seems familiar
and hasn’t this happened
already? Will it happen
again? Long after we cease
walking through the city
at night with the dogs
and cats fighting each other.

The Face of God

who dares the secret of the human heart?
man and woman are opposed yet the same
her chalice is vessel to his seed
even now growing from her tilled earth

the octogenarian couple together for fifty years
understand the secret face of God for they are
weary with the life force of this world
their blood yearns to be reunited with the dark

The Found One

Last night I dreamed of the time right after sunset in the Smoky Mountains,
when rosy tinged clouds die away and night spreads its wings over the world.
Two haggard men lowered your casket into a hole. All was quiet then.
Your brother left a rose for your body to rest with underground.
Your parents sat quietly in their car, waiting for the time to leave.
Black sparrows flew in formation on their way into the mountains you love.
I imagined I heard your voice as a gust of wind “Take care of her, and don’t fuck up.”
All I can say is that I will try, and thank you for showing me the way to die.

The phone rang in the early morning; I quickly hung up
Without waiting to find out who might be calling so late.
Fifteen minutes later, I made scrambled eggs while your twin sister showered.
Mary wanted to be clean before she entered the hospital.
I cracked the shell and two yolks slipped out into the mixing bowl.
I mixed the yellow and white together until there was no difference.

We talked about other things while we waited for a taxi: children, love, and money.
Dawn opened into red tinged clouds strung like fluffy pillows across the sky.
It was one of the few and happy times when the sky seems to stretch out forever.
The grass in front of my apartment rejoiced and soaked up the first rays of the sun.
A red-breasted bird leaped from his perch and soared on a gust of wind over my head.
Time slowed for both of us, things felt like they really weren’t happening—
Any moment we could wake up and everything would be as it was before.

We saw you in the critical ward, on a stretcher with tubes tied to machines blowing air into your lungs. I dared not come closer to you, hissing and struggling to hold onto life. Painkillers coursed through your veins, and the poor man’s heroin. I hope to God
you didn’t feel any pain. Mary touched the brittle skin on your arm; spoke your name.

We joined your family in this cruel reality of loss and foreboding in the waiting room (private for the hospital wanted to show it cared for critical patients’ families)
Some prayed to save you, others that God would stop your pain, but we all prayed. Your father had not even begun to grieve. When he told us he was happy to see his son,
we knew what he meant. Perhaps smoke inhalation was the Lord’s way of a blessing.

Mary and I drank coffee outside in the courtyard, where the sun was still shining
and the birds were still singing; we think others should feel differently now,
nobody seems to notice the change except us. It’s eight in the morning.
Through a few hundred feet of cement, the you I had known did not breathe,
but you were a part of the great breath that surrounds us all as the spirit.
This just was. Even a star must die. Perhaps my own end will now come easier.

The First of May

The tree in my back yard explodes
And from the bark flows rivers of blood
Turning from blue to red as it touches
The scorched air and the scorched earth

The blood nourishes the earth and
Moisture spreads into the tree’s roots
Tiny purple flowers grow from the marsh
Now underneath the branches of the tree

Life

we are just a gust of wind
a flame rising up the tree
a wave crashing against
a shore of a limitless ocean

we are just a particle
or wave of energy
in an infinite universe
that is waiting to be discovered

we can understand it all
find peace and wisdom
if we but truly offer
our self to the fire

Starlight

Up there, gargantuan balls of energy burning millions of degrees
Down here, dead maple leaves falling and turning in the wind
through trees laden with an evening’s rain on the hillside.

All of these falling petals are gifts from the stars. The dog’s nose twitches
as she sniffs the cold air. The world seems quiet from the top of this hill,
only an occasional passing car to break the silence. I count the lights,

give up after forty-one. I look up one last time before going inside.
In lights lie the fuel to burn a billion years but then they will die
A tiny blossoming of white opens with a dark circle expanding in the center.

In that space a billion years ago, a star has seeded heavy metal particles
that will form with a light brighter than all the stars in our galaxy
for only a moment and then the dark comes back to hide the mystery.

Sing, Sing, Sing!

The insidious music of love
Come to rest in hearts bound
To the always dying, ever born
Lives of saints and madmen
Burning for sin or apathy
Convinced the world is about to end

We who are already dead, we who clutch
To the riches of our pleasant illusion
Unaware, unthinking of the desperation
That hope coincides. Peace is what we hope
But we can never have peace as long as we
Fail to see the bars of our prison.

Silence

silence matters most to those who
cannot apprehend life’s mysteries
without withdrawing from distractions
we who claim silence as a religion
cannot search for any other mystery
we who lie awake in the darkness
thinking of the sorrow in a life
we who must go on living when
all we have known lies in ashes
understand the mysteries of silence
we are working toward understanding
every beautiful day of our lives
we have learned to put away our fear
we have learned to keep going
towards some far away destiny
beyond all of our assumptions
to which we have become attached

Thoughts

I walk over a long sloping valley
the sun sets on the grassy hill
its light parts the clouds in a burst of color
with specks of red and orange
then a dark shape passes over my eyes
a black shadow draping the sky
then it is all gone and the moon appears
resting in the sky, neither waxing nor waning
Venus Morning Star appears shining
as it crosses the crescent moon.

Sanctuary

When your soul is lonely,
and nobody seems to care,
come to the secret place at night,
between the bones of elephant gods
and the remains of ancient cities,
the lilac is blooming magnificent.
We will give you your fill in love,
all you must do is will it to be true.
You will find a new kind of peace,
a feeling that you cannot describe,
in the depths of your secret heart,
for the rest of your days and nights,
here in the mountains of the planet,
under the sun and dark blue sky.

Prophetic Dream

dark figures of human beings
visit my dreams to hide
from floating through air
and what might lie beyond
the bands of sorrow in human life

they tie themselves to the earth
through suffering, illusion, self-deceit
a few escape by cutting the rope
clasping tightly to a golden thread
that has fallen from a purple cloud

a million years from now
men and women will still
be readying their boats
to sail across the only sea,
to the land of sun and moon,
beyond the eastern winds.

Only Another Step

We must forget the family we have left behind,
because it is for them that we are alone,

it is for them that we go alone on this journey.
No one can help us at the final moment,

when everything we have ever been or could
have been flashes before our consciousness,

our path leads us alone through the wilderness
confronting demons and angels along the way,

and the universe, always the universe,
infinitely diverse and beautiful even when cruel,

lies before us as our naked spirit goes forth
in search of another great adventure.

Lovely

How could I let distraction make me forget that even
a star has evil, dark, despair, just as good, light, joy.
‘There is good and evil in each individual fire.’
The turning of a simple phrase, though revealing darkness,
is nothing except a reaction by the dark half of the human.

At the quantum level we are all connected
by interaction between giant furnaces burning bright,
dark, and calmly in the midst of a vast sea, the land
only the place where we happen to be staying for a time.
That is all I need to know to be happy within myself.

Clear light, illumination of mind, body, and spirit.
Nothing is beyond the sacred black veil, without yet
despite the eyes of the falcon, burning bright lights,
ourselves naked, joyful, fear only misunderstanding.
The presence of the Hidden Lord is no longer secret.

Love has no bearing on my propensity for despair.
The strong take and give to make love or war,
the weak wait for the easy time, illusion upon illusion.
The joyful naked children of the moon dance and sing.
They have no need for the sorrow of life and death.

Hidden master, teacher of the soft voice, creator,
the sea and the land belong to your body and spirit.
Let us rejoice in love, unity, even victims of murder,
By land, sea, air we search for your light in the dark.
Through the dark, we find our way to the mysteries.

More Light

I imagine the soundtrack to the death of a star
something like Beethoven’s ninth symphony
at high volume with ear firmly pressed to speaker
in their final sacrifice, the huge stars
give us radiant jewels of heavy metals
from the core of their being
this more than any other event
inside or outside of human history
amazes me

small ones die peacefully
big ones grow hot not cold
and collapse inward as the mirror
of their birth
a fraction of a second later exploding
in a brilliant stream of energy releasing
more light than all other stars in its galaxy
energy disperses throughout the universe
a permeating spray of rich metals
impossible to create without
that aged star’s death

Meditation

there is beauty in our future
our mother gives birth to us
our father lets loose his storms

we are part of the world
the dust and ash and earth
the sky filled with stars

my dreams set free
on a tiny cloud
belonging to everything
I paint the hills

I paint the hills & mountains with my mind
The watercolor paint blends together in red, blue, & purple
From the vague outline of stones in the hillside
Form the eyes & bodies of large toads—
Wise beyond any living toad, any living creature
Water, saturating rain, a great deluge falls upon the hills & spreads my colors
Down the sides, color spilling into color beyond the consistency necessary for purity—
Purity is impossible and purity is undesirable
The only way I am going to enjoy this mess of color is if I learn to accept them mixing
If I allow the water to spread the colors down the sides of all hills & mountains
Down to the makings of the ocean & the dry places of the lowlands

Future Song

a universe contained in numbers
each one or zero or two contains
some small segment of reality

branching out in such a complex pattern
that just happens to mirror our daily lives
the choices we make, the time we spend

the focus of our time here on earth
as if we were watching every moment
repeated in thousands of different ways

sometimes something impossible appears
the mystical realm beyond society
the borders between nature and spirit

something beyond ordinary experience
poking up its head for a look around
our gods and goddesses serve us

at that threshold between life and death
where the living can meet the dead
and we can tell our stories together

where the darkness and the light mingle
we who partake of the forbidden fruit
chanting at the shore of the Western Sea

no black tears but only tears of happiness!
a canvas as a body of a lover grown warm
and the remainder of your parts slides away

a secret sigh and a turned glance, a smile even
the mystic dimension above us surrounding
defining our lives facing north, past all the waste

Flight

The gatekeeper of souls
between the pure & rotting corpses
all have the disease but some choose
the doors are all locked
but the pariahs are strong
and want to come inside our sanctuary
the pure ones run to the roof
we fly to the northern wasteland,
to the western seas & marshes
on a veranda we find weapons
I use my cloak as a parachute
now there is only us few left
the world is covered in pestilence

Changes

shadows in a street corner
a woman packing fish
in ice and tissue paper
singing a tuneless song
of the last century

we have caught a tiger
dressed as a man
and he is familiar
difficult
to put a bullet in his skull

while my neighbors
hold him down
in the well-tended grass
I tell them I cannot do
the torture they want

I cannot stop them
from doing harm
only watch as the skin
decomposes and falls
the skull white and sticky

this is just one neighborhood
there are other tigers
dressed to the nines as men
in every place you have lived
you will see them skinned alive

Destiny

my old slow passion
returns my friend

not an evil presence
my secret heart loves

my sign of undoing
my pretty colors

please me and you
we grow warm together

our loins are burning
we are the engines

of our own destruction
of our replacement

how long before the end
processed beyond our control

despair some of the time
wait until morning to decide

in the arms of some
strangers in the woods

that old dark sameness
past an immortal sickness

into the peculiar joy
of our temporary lives

a brief struggle turning
into honey in the end

Contemplation

The grass is bright and green,
crushing the fragrant flowers
with the insistence of nature.

All around us in the air,
fragrant mist of morning dew
heavy on the world.

The sun shines bright rays of light,
bringing warmth and life
to us, greedy for both.

The darkness of the unforeseen future
will come to haunt our waking
and our sleeping again.

As long as we have this moment,
accepting that the cards are stacked
against us, we shall not despair.

An end makes the time
after the beginning worth
working, laughing, loving.

We must remember the heroism
of everyone who has the courage
to do the work they were meant to do.

We must light a beacon in order
that others might later come.
They always find a way.

Descent

A doctor examines my brain
full of bugs and decay, ghosts.

“Nothing to fear, don’t mind the ghosts.
They can’t hurt you as long as there is light.”

I descend into the void of my darkest self.
I spark a match, giant monsters squirm around me.

My light turns into a fireplace in a cozy study.
When I open my eyes, the monsters are my size,

And rather polite. We drink tea and read books together
in a circle during the otherwise lonely twilight hours.

Communication

a man has a stroke
and one side of his brain
no longer operates
he paints one-letter symbols
the language of his secret heart

a woman on a bus speaks
guttural noises
her frustrated eyes
cannot convey anything
to the other passengers

that which can be given
can also be taken away

American Sweetgum

roots reach deep
creating small valleys
ridges in the bark
keep time and memory apart
knots eyeing all that pass
ghosts blowing like leaves
whispering in air through garden

branches rest for the living
room in her trunk for ghosts of the past
soldiers from the front lines of war
ashes buried deep in soil
roots taking their nourishment
from the remains of our ancestors
blind

we bring in the sun and moon
for the rest who are frail

we hold the water of life
out to the thirsty animals

we are the ones who must
care about others despite

a world full to the brim with evil
and good we may yet prevail

though the nights are long and cold
we have the shadows of twilight

though life itself may seem
meaningless, we will reach out

with our bodies bared to the wind
our hearts given to other lovers

we must not give up the faint hope
that other half we were searching for

our entire lives spent in pursuit
of happiness fleeting as the wind

before we are burned into dust
most people my age wouldn’t want

to see their death even if there was a way
because we cannot see each other

being alive past this weekend
all you lost and lonesome dreamers

Poem For the Future

Solomon Joseph Abraham
Odin Thor Loki
Ouroboros Isis Mithra
Persephone Dionysus Aphrodite
Odysseus Agamemnon Priam
Hades Neptune Zeus All-Father
Krishna Vishnu Buddha
Leviathan Python Tiger of the Night
Augustine Benedict Peter
Medusa Hera Methuselah
Saints of the White Cloth

Sorcerer Wizard Priest
Alchemist Seer Poet
Rain Mountain River
Ruin City Gate
Skull Gold Cannon
Fire Darkness Blindness
Coldness Numbness Starvation
Desert Cave Tunnel
Abyss Bridge Safety
Hiding Library Knowledge
Guardian Keeper Wisdom
Knight Quest Grail
Home Rainbow Cloud

Sun Dragon Lightning
One Eye Seeing
Naming Becoming Speaking
Changing Shadow Reflection
Mirror Mushroom Brain
Psyche Energy Aura
Pyramid Sphinx Tomb
Tablet Hieroglyph Word
Book Papyrus Paper
Curse Charm Blessing
Crocodile Giselle Nile
Road Traveler Message
Forest Temple Altar
Staff Hand Mouth
Castle Ridge Lake
Boat Sea Ocean
Greed Jealousy Ignorance
Death War Pestilence

Vision

he sits and waits for the end of time
in the yogi position crouched on the back
of the deadly cobra whose many heads
form a crown with faces of despair
protecting him from the raging storm
devoid of desire embracing necessity
drawing me to the center my being

Memory

a man who weighs supreme
at the time of his death he falls
while weaker men are pulled apart

the strong one remains at peace
until falling through every hell
he reaches the foundation below

and his weight is deposited there
along with all the heavy ones
their energy passes through the earth

as if they were pathways beneath us
the very blood vessels of our mother
she sends up flowers from ashes

white against the black of death
the praying monk at the center
can access his thoughts any time

breaks into the sanctuary of the grave
red and yellow and blue on a wheel
turning with the prayer caught by wind

the spikes of a lover’s thoughts rising
until the prickly head of a badger
expands with ever increasing force

strength comes from the outside
layers of consciousness expand
outward the virtue of the nuptial

moment the metal and the flesh
the blood is falling slowly as water
the river is drawn toward the end

time is a fractal ever more complex
our pleasure in life is complete
oneness with the universe supreme

other lights, other sounds observed
a woman sighing in the darkness
our lives mirror the lives of empires.

Myth

There is nothing that is not Zeus
Nowhere else to go, and a thousand places left to be
I sat all afternoon at the fountain of Europa and the bull.
He carried her on his back. I watched fellow students
pass talking to friends both real and imagined.

After the sun set, the library’s windows across from me
shined like a hundred eyes staring into the void,
daring the darkness to quench all lights on earth,
and all the while the birds kept track from their lofty perch.

Spirit of Solitude

I let my dreams do as they would
they roamed in the nighttime

only to come back in the morning
telling me what my secret spirit

has seen and heard and felt
across the boundary between us

when I wake his voice fades fast
I would do anything to go with him

and help him find the right way
and be able to tell myself

what I saw and heard and felt
without the distraction of waking

I would go into the land of dreams
as long as it took to find peace

I will always remember his voice
when my time to dream comes again

I run through the clouds at sunset
and chase the wild women there

who love to tempt lonely men
like me, though I love them more.

Sea of Possibilities

The sea stretches across the horizon
I cross over from one land
on the borderline between light and dark
figures of women and their brothers appear
only to speak for a moment, turn their head,
and disappear. There is something here
they want but they cannot have—

the sea of possibilities, the land
on all sides and in all directions
I feel I exist though it cannot be
the land is the same wherever I go
never attached to a single country
for all division is mere sophistry.

The Path (Mysteries of Nature)

I climbed the stepped terrace
into the belly of the rock shelter
where thousands of years ago

hominids huddled in the dark
I felt the old power living still
dwelling in the cold and wet

I looked out from the darkness
I saw the forest illuminated
by the light of the full moon

I crossed the river and went left
drew a circle in the dirt with a stick
I bowed to the old power of the cave

I felt the moonbeams fall on me
I crawled through tunnels of rock
I lost the trail and followed ridges

I wandered for hours without worry
I was lost in a labyrinth at night
I found a new staff at a waterfall

I followed the moon westward
I finally felt a familiar coldness
I had come back to the old power

I stood just below the limestone cave
I greeted the ancient spirit as a friend
I knew that I had made my way back

I found the trail back to the cave
where people I loved were asleep
but I felt as if I were different now

a red arrow appeared on a pine tree
but when I shined my flashlight
there was no mark to be seen

as I went to sleep I closed my eyes
and saw a flame rising in the dark
and water poured over burning trees

Origin

Eve arose and walked alone through the laurel and oak
It would never be the same after this night
The perfume of life passing in perfect delight
Would not ever come again. Eve’s children
Would never be able to name the true names again.

Eve wanted the snake to tempt her.
Satan was just as powerful as Adam,
And much more seductive, slithering
Over the rough ground of the garden,
Searching for a path to the sweetness,
The dark place between her thighs,
That angels had never seen before.

The memory of paradise haunted their dreams,
Visions of the trees planted all in rows,
Visions of the animals playing amongst each other,
Each and every creature living without fear
Full of the undiminished blessings of the light of God.
Eve remembered the exquisite joy of Adam’s embrace
Before she allowed the serpent to enter her body

And the cool wind blew through the trees,
Bringing the whispering tones of the Lord,
As he said softly to his sleeping children,
”Everything will be right in the end.”
The heart is the body’s energy source

A man thinks about his life
Warmth begins in his heart
Spreads outwards through his body
Until all holes are opened
His head breaks open
And there is balance
In his understanding
Of the universe.

Fire of Love

I receive a phone call from you
and you say you have another lover
before I can even go through with
the niceties of telephone salutations

apologize then you call yourself a bitch
despite some desire to hear you say that
I still feel sorry for your unending despair
your pain is necessary just like our separation

there will always be a chance that you
will be able to find happiness again
together apart far away close
for one season we were happy

At some time in the near future
dark memories of our past together
will not fill my heart with sorrow
and melancholia will fade

I wait for a goddess to come revive
my spirit to new heights of love
in a paradise garden in the twilight
as sun sends its last rays over clouds

Past, Present, Future

we went that June morning
only two years ago now
to Greenbrier in the mountains
the wind was blowing softly
the air was cool and wet
on our faces
each plant was breathing
and we were breathing too
with the earth

he was the one who decided
to sit on the rock
in the middle of the river
she sat with her back to me
and he huddled over as the
Beatles played on our boom box

he was by himself yet at one
with the nature all around us
his place in the world
was a little more temporary
than our own
the warmth of the sun above
reflected from the stone below
our greedy bodies glowing
we were looking for some sign
that there was something real
besides our petty tragedies
our endless sighing and aching
there was something beyond
suffering and darkness and fire

we three were happy together
that summer day long ago
in the mountains we loved
our bond will bend and twist
along with the wind and the rain
but it can never be broken
by distance death or dissolution

Reflection

when I look in the mirror
there is an older man
another one behind him
so on down a long line
until I cannot see the end
my father and grandfather
great and great and great
a slow insistent pride grows
a need that must be satisfied
to sow my seeds in soil
so another will spring up
and take on a mantle of pride
wearing it to his adulthood
when he sees his reflection
I will be there waiting

Perhaps Singing in the Rain

The man climbs the hill alone
in the cold night rain. Dampness
clings to his clothes, his body.
Water on all sides bears down
but he doesn’t care. He tries
to pay attention to scenery.
Raindrops freeze in the glow
of a street light etching
the slanted fall of the drops,
The cold works its way
under the skin into muscles,
bones. For a moment he knows
why he’s walking through muck,
not protected from the rain all around.
Warmth flows from inside, deep
and within the dusty chambers
of his heart, hidden from the cold.

Peace

sometimes civilization requires
not gloating in times of victory
sometimes it requires knowing
when you have already lost

their god told them they’re right
but with a healthy heart we know
they have chosen the path of hate
now we must make the wrong right

as the world expands and contracts
we must start to learn how to take care
of our physical home — We just might
be respectful to the land and sea and air

Past Lives

I was hand in hand
with your glowing spirit
we explored all the lights of the sky
without fear of darkness
or the possibility that we might fall
that we might wake as human beings today

we were one
with the universe
only newly born
we were lighter than air
large as galaxies
we were everything
and everything was included
in our love.

Mother’s Song

Why do the songs of our mother no longer
reverberate throughout the forest and city?

Why do the buzzards in charge
of other peoples’ destiny continue
to writhe like maggots on the corpses
of those who have fallen in battle?

The cries of the poor and hungry
call up from the gutter by the street
in the darkness of our own ignorance
because we have put them out of sight.

The planet is round and big and wide
there are many different cultures to know
some are suffering more than us or less
but we will have to work together soon.

There is no way to regain the magic song
except through cooperation and freedom.

Funerals – Ancient Rituals of the Future

A dear friend once explained to me that modern life
could be defined with an observation of Etruscan tombs.

I am reminded of the silence after any funeral;
family and friends come together one last time.

They try to take away the sadness of decay
by thinking that the person is in a better place.

Or at the very least he or she no longer suffers
as we suffer the regret of missed opportunities.

I wonder how differently our ancestors mourned
before our disguises and the far away explosions?

There is a way to define existence without funerals,
no possible way to escape the functionality of death.

Merlin’s Dragon

There is no easy way to tame the dragon,
for this ancient spirit is wild except
once or twice: a year, a day, a cycle.

By choice, alone, with unbridled will.
Snorting, smoke arising from nostrils,
Strength, beauty, spiritual light in dark.

The man understands everything.
The weak, downtrodden, sorrowful
the secret that everyone knows,

the promise of light, true and wild
there is no way to contain all energy
there is a way to control oneself

Air! Land and sea no longer
and we are flying away together
above the clouds, cities of solitude.

The way of the gods is our way.
We shall taste the forbidden fruit
and discover everything is allowed.

Light of Love

After the sunlight disappeared
and the clouds were bursting
with the color of the sunset,

I found myself contemplative.
And I remembered a song
and I thought about myself

and I was extraordinarily
happy. I don’t know why
I can follow this way of silence

but the alternative of voice
is not the kind of thing
I could ever embrace

without giving up
the dark cold center
that prepares me

for some kind of miracle.
I thought about you
and the way your hair

evoked in me a sense
that everything was right
The kind of thing

I like to hold onto.
The kind of sacrifice
I have been willing

to make. I don’t understand
how you can be this perfect.
When all you touched

failed to recognize
the splendid light surrounding
every movement, every motion.

I can’t understand
how someone like you
really exists.

Lady of the Mountains

She lost one of her first born to tuberculosis.
He was only three years old when his throat
closed for the last time. She often told me
I looked like him when I smiled. Seventy years
have passed since this phantom uncle died.

One by one the other children died of broken livers,
poisoned by years of drinking Bud and cheap whiskey.
Those that survived to mourn their brothers’ passing
continued to drink, determined to kill themselves
before old age got to them first. They piled beer cans,
sat around them and told stories about Vietnam,
the small victories in their equally small lives.

Through all this hard work of raising nobodies,
my great grandmother survived most of her children,
one relic of the time before FDR chose her land as his vacation spot,
of the Appalachian mountains before there was such a thing
as the Smoky Mountains, TVA electricity, and the New Deal.

With late night TV reruns playing in the background,
she stops reading, bends down to get the snuff tin
as the tall dark and handsome man sweeps the buxom
young virgin away to his impregnable tower.
She wipes away the brown mucous from her nose,
turns the page and smiles to think of eternal peace.

Ghosts

Through my window I see the hundred-foot Sequoyah.
The cathedral steeple on the left, tall walls on each side.
Blood red clouds cover the horizon so I move my bed.
Outside these cursed walls the sky is clear and blue.

A Jewish girl died under the floor seventy years ago;
Every night she wanders the hallways of this huge building,
searching for her mother taken by the Germans
watching over those who dare to dream in her domain.

A Nazi pilot crashed his plane into the courtyard,
screamed in burning metal and buried without blessing
under the foundation of a building interrupted by the war.
Whispers in the wind of the garden float up to my window.

I sit in the garden under the Sequoyah; the leaves
fall down at my feet in patterns of light and dark
pigeons shuffle and spread their wings on the gutters.
In the breeze I hear something that might be language.

Full Moon

Far from that fatal phase
that lonely moon which calls
on the darkest of my souls
and brings a woman to bleed,

You with maidens covered
from crown to toe with garlands
dance in a circle in full joy
while the pipers play songs.

Your Queen of Earth presides
over the funerals of soldiers
slain on faraway desert sands
while politicians gloat at home.

What man shall not be your lover,
if He but understand his own place
in the grand scheme of things
that You are happy to circumvent?

Bring us now your light to shine
in dark places where we are too afraid
of what we might find to even tread
upon the hallowed earth of our own graves.
forgotten idols

he ran his fingers through the grass
searching for the perfect flower
to make his sister’s time bearable
he dreamed the gates might open again,

and his sister’s dogs would drive away
the sounds of helicopters and automobiles
chainsaws and swords cutting through
metal and flesh and the nighttime.

The gate was locked from the outside.
He watched the succession of kings in the city,
The genocidal waves sweeping through
Leaving men and women dead in the streets,

And always there was a new group of men
To rule over the bones of their predecessors.
He was jealous of the men and women,
Of their ability to fade away gracefully,

To give up their place in the world
And transfer energy to their next life.
He would remain for the life of the city,
even when people had long forgotten him.

Life Light Love

my mind is clear
so is my future
I know I will live
I know I will love
sights, sounds, feelings
come together to form
a life, so lucky, to watch
all of this happens to me.
When I am waiting
to cross the dark
river below ground
into unknown territories,
sing to me in the dark.

Excellence

Teachers can lift the energy
‘When you are ready
Your teacher will appear’
Some have distractions

Embracing the West and East
The Dark Lord of Night
Is no stranger, he lives next door
There is no such thing as division

Yet I see it everyday with my eyes
The truth is hard to explain
It is so easy to get distracted from it
Anything can be explained in words

Down this Road Before

I have walked down this road before.
I am struck with how many times
I remember going this way before.

When I was a child going home
The school where I was changed
Evaporated with every footstep

Closer to the place of my sanctuary
Where my grandmother cooked
And worked on her precious flowers.

Where my grandfather would wait
And take me out to find a mystery.

Over twenty years of memory
Calling to me from my very blood.
My family came from this road.

Before I was here there were others.
I walked with my brother when I was ten
And we played together in the snow.

All bundled up with freezing noses.
The weight of so many seasons
Lies heavily on my grandmother

As she tries to cope with her loss
And the vast emptiness of death.
The certain coldness it brings.

She no longer has her husband
And she changes with the seasons.
Just as I grow older, so does she

As we walk down the road together
I start to realize why it doesn’t matter
I was this happy just to be alive

My hands and ears and nose cold
But my heart burning with passion
Love for everything and everyone.

Death

I am told by death to drive myself
to the place where I will be buried.

The gas tank is almost empty, so
I pull over, but the station is closed.

I look behind me and see the procession.
I am frightened of this, but when I see

the graveyard, I am strangely relieved.
I hear the sound of gravestones chiseled.

I see a man wearing black who ushers
me onward into my initiation ceremony.

Coming Together

the same hunger to consume
permeates all of our culture
under these fluorescent lights
the woman carefully chooses food
the man picks out his favorite soda
no matter how much I try to deny
the pull of my body’s needs
here I am with my cart overflowing
a part of this consumer society

the effort required to search for
the perfect deal is exhausting

Chelsea Hotel – Coincidence, Destiny, Karma

we came here together under cover of night
in this New York City underground attraction
where Sid Vicious killed Nancy and Dylan
Thomas drank his last twenty shots of whiskey

the city lights shining outside rivaled the light
of the hidden stars; concentrated human suffering
rose up from the ashes of this civilization
but it failed to stop me from feeling grateful

we were sweating our essences into the sheets
and our fluids further stained the blanket
it was enough that we were here alone together
even we were food for the hotel’s memory

I looked out over the rooftops at the skyline
and the gothic cathedral only a few blocks away
I didn’t know that this would be the last of our love
for the moment I was happy with you in the cold

Window

laurel leaves reflect glossy sunlight
a cool May breeze comes in

and the rain falls slowly
I sit in my chair and listen

the birds are singing
I find myself drifting away

over the trees and highways and hills
until I reach the clouds

glowing yellow from the sun
this may be my last chance to turn back

I feel the sun warm my heart
it could be raining below

but all I care about is floating
for this moment I am truly happy

among the relics of my ancestors
I return to find my life

just as shabby as when I left
I scrounge in the trash pile of history

all I want to find is a meaning to life
I wish instead of changing places

that I might be allowed to return
to that far away cloud paradise

the only other time I feel this good
is in the loving arms of my goddess

as she holds me in the night
and I cry into her fine silver hair

Night of Ten Thousand Souls, Stars, Hearts Beating As One

sky arcs with shooting star trails
tiny points of light toward the horizon
through the tiny cities in the clouds
and over all the world is the smell of hyacinth

A purple bush grows out of the ground
A woman’s head grows out of the grass
I see and know what must be done
Her lack of a body does not excuse her

From her damage to the earth with her garbage
one among the plants and animals of the earth
as beautiful as the eye of the just and the kind
as beautiful as the moon goddess in Spring

Lovers in Love

an irrational act
sacred and deadly
it haunts the chambers,
catacombs within
our secret hearts
never letting go
it fights to survive.

World

the moon is beautiful tonight
a blood red ring rises around it
wondrous white body crescent
only to be seen for a short time

the wind is strong from the west
enticing my brothers to follow
those that rode from the mountains
against the day of judgment to the east

smoke fills the air in the poppy fields
execution squads with flamethrowers
the villagers burn into dreams of ashes
light as snow blowing in the wind

they are now the breath of God
spirits returned to their true home.

Egg of Life

I am eating an egg sandwich but stop in mid-chew
Staring at the ketchup oozing a little over the side–
A gray cat has just bitten the back of my calf muscle.
He looks up and cries so that I feel sorry for him
That’s when I decide to put him in the closet, but
He scratches against the door and then stops.
At first I don’t care, but then I start to get worried.
When I open the door I find him there, waiting for me
To apologize. “Have you learned your lesson?” I say
He squeaks as he gets to his feet, as if it is the most
Difficult thing any animal has ever undertaken.
I bend over and he pushes his little face against mine.
The smell of his fur reminds me of the child inside me
That loves despite the pain that smells like dryer lint.

Human Life

He dances in the bars
the cosmic dance

flirts with women
smokes a cigar

meets his consort
they go to a garden

copulate in the moonlight
and fall asleep together

in the misty early morning
she dreams of what it would be like

to be in the presence of the divine
without fear or hunger forever and ever.

He dreams that they together
Are the one true God.

The Dark Moon

Staring into your eyes is like
Looking into the space within
The swirling chaos of a black hole.

Staring into your eyes is like
Navigating between two moons,
Their crescents facing one another.

Staring into your eyes is like
Coming to realize that everything
You ever loved could fall apart

In an instant or over long years,
In a ceaseless river of time,
Our lives are always ending.

Botany of Desire

if I am the spark
you are the flame
if I am the pollen
you are the flower

I already know your warmth
I feel it in my heart
I have already touched
your soft naked petals

like a patient gardener
you showed you how to come
inside the house of mystery
where all love is good

I deserve everything
you deserve everything
not just food and water
but sunshine and singing

Bike Ride

I, the material construction of love attraction,
the energy that is contained in metabolic processes,

hurtle through blank empty space with another entity,
both of us experiencing the same hallucination of reality,

only a representation of a higher sense of existence,
but how is it that we both experienced the same illusion?

There must be a true physical form separate from spirit.
And what is the meaning of energy equals mass times light?

Where is there room for religion within the folds of science,
the emergence of materialism as the next form of spirituality?

There are clouds that steal control of my heart from me,
so that I feel alone and over-awed at the majesty of sky,

of the world that we are given to perceive every time
we ride down a hill in the city where we live together,

taking in the early morning light, bird song, green, blue.
And what is the relation between myself and my companion?

Her hair, skin, eyes are separate from my own body, yet
there is a certain connection between our molecules

which makes me wonder if there is a real difference
between any two individuals other than an illusion.

Beginning of History

From the beginning of history we learned
How to use art and language to explain
The old battle between our father in heaven
And our mother sleeping beneath the earth

Men are more dangerous by far than women
Because mankind is simply a holdover
Of a rebellion against the old way of
The earth mother and the cycles of the moon

She ate the offspring of men and the world
Kept growing without war or technology
We did not know what evil would come from
Our father taking over the thunder of heaven

Flesh Dreams

in my dreams, I have climbed endless staircases
in my dreams, I have listened to a weeping willow

in my dreams, I have visited the houses of twilight
where mad and desperate spirits dwell

in my life I have traveled the world
but I am always drawn to my homeland

in my life I have searched for a goddess
and found nothing but false reflections

in my dreams, I am in control of my destiny
in my dreams, there is nothing I cannot do

in my dreams, I can walk on the clouds
sky is my playground

Remedios the Beautiful

And then the Spanish poet said
‘if only the suitors could
simply love Her,
Her scent would not
drive them to an early death,
to taste her open spirit
like food of the gods.’

Purgatory

I touched your soft body once
I loved you, thought I could die
Just because I saw you dancing
Under a weeping willow last night
In the darkness of the new moon
There is nothing left for me now but
To wait for the beginning of the end
Of our time here on earth together.

Time – Past, Present, Future

I turn the stove on high
and stand there for a moment
I reach out and grasp the metal
grill of the stove eye
intense pain blossoms
into a slow swelling agony
the shock forces my senses
back into reality
I imagine the surface of our sun
only medium sized
but millions of degrees
hotter than anything on earth
I want to burn without pain
until I am ready to accept
the sadness of not living

Night of a Thousand Blossoms

And again my mind turns to you
of the Blossoms and Thousand Fruits
Mother Goddess given form
taken among the women of Earth.

Listening to you sing maps
to strange continents magical
I feel that the dragons of old
have been revived in your song.

You have revived in your
youthful song the music
of the bards who sang
the universe into existence.

Helen

sometimes your sorrowful beauty
caused me to fear the universe
as if you were the embodiment
of ecstasy in the womb of death.

it is very hard to change somebody
I wanted to find a rainbow for you
something new and beautiful in the mountains and sky

Magic

America was not always called America
Even before the Vikings called it land
Here magic was more than possible
It was part of life. The animals growing
And the sun rising in the morning
Was part of a greater mystery than we
Can understand now. The naming was
Not quite so important. Being alive,
Growing, fulfilling the needs of the body.
We enjoyed these things and we were alive then.
We understood the universe in terms
Of ourselves paired with nature like
A beautiful pair of dancers that never
Lost the beat of the drums nor grew tired.

Lovers Walk

The dragon coils itself around me
and I do not show fear for good reason
its scaled tail twirls seductively
in the moonlight of our night together

The white tiger stands close by
waiting patiently for the time to strike
ourselves only pawns in the manipulations
of these two ancient lovers and enemies

next to each other under the moonlight,
sky full of stars and gods and heroes
I could just let go of my consciousness,
finding a powerful awareness in sensation,

time to explore the mystery of my own self,
true love that shares with all, one in particular.
The lion and the lamb shall lie down together,
and someday the world will be at peace.

Night

In a long chain of young lovers,
each with his or her own
form of sensual stimulation,
love old or new comes up
from the depths of their being,
and they are at one with each other.

Later,
they gather in a bed too small
and allow the spirits
of their perfected pure selves
to rise above the surface
of perfected apathy.

Once again,
love is possible
in their hearts
and life seems
something more than
indifference.

And suffering and sorrow
seem only
a vaguely forgotten memory
of a life spent
in servitude
to the power of fear.

Another Vision

we walked to the top of the hill
we swam in the pool without talking
we took from the water its soul

when we walked back down the hill
in that muggy mid summer evening
the sky was tinged with red and yellow

we watched the sun lower slowly
and the colors of the sky turned into
a beautiful burst of light before its end

when the color had disappeared
night came quickly over the sky
I turned and stared at your face

I cried because I knew that all of us
were doomed to die but blessed
with a beauty that rivaled the sunset

Foo Lion Speaks at Sunset

You guard the gate, so speak
Tell me what you will
For I wish to pass through

There was a strained voice
As if the lion spoke through
Water filling her lungs

But I’ve tried so hard to find
What I lost so many years ago
When the world was young

Come back when you are ready, but take care
Not to get attached to humans or else
You will not be able to leave them behind

The trees stand like sentinels in formation
The sun sets in a blue and red glow of evening
She gives me one final piece of advice

Evolution

what we have learned over the past twenty centuries
could fill the libraries of even the greatest Pharaoh
yet everything seems to have a similar destination
we are scared of hoping for change at all costs

we would rather stay the same without sacrifice
it matters more if we consume than if we contribute
we are so divided we cannot communicate with one another
even if we try to change the planet back to balance and fail

we can still be a lot closer to dying without complaint
secure in our efforts to make the world a better place.

Escape

And then I drifted up through the poppy fields.
The petals opened and I breathed the secret scent
Of an opium dream under the full light of the moon
And though they wanted my blood I pressed upward.

The tulips were content to let me pass, for which
I will be eternally grateful. But the clouds broke
And the rain beat down on my body as it struggled
To escape the earth, to find sanctuary in sky.
dream of power

after standing under Satan’s banner
I begin to take on his powers
I can control people’s minds

people congregate around me
wanting me to help them
but all I do is help myself

finally I ask everyone to hold hands
and I reach out with love instead of hate
and I care for my former enemies

I have passed some kind of test
but I don’t know if I can ever
fully escape the source of my strength

Deception

I remember all of the times I wanted you,
you wanted me to be something I was not.
I remember everything you ever loved,
everything you loved for me to hate.

So many things I wish I could say.
slowly I come to think of the past,
and I find myself crying down the sun,
and the moon my mistress is bright.

Suddenly I am inside your soft body,
the month of May is not so far away.
I can hardly wait for spring rain,
but the heat of August dries my bones,

And I cannot cry because my tears
rise into the air like rain ascending sky.
I love words when they are free.
When they are dark I feel alone.

I bring you a bottle of scotch at night,
but you want some more final end.

Crows in a Wheat Field

She lies in the cadmium yellow wheat shafts,
soft hair and thighs, scented skin and green eyes
lips and breasts for the taking, and giving away.

Crows beat their wings and fly against the wind from the west.
I want to lie with her, moaning whispers in darkness,
my ears safe for a moment from the rebukes of the watchers.

Contemplation

I awake with the sound
of life sighing
out of her mouth

I remember the way
her hair smelled
days after she fell

from these walls
that encircle a garden
where the spirits

of others whom have died
sigh with her spirit
as they float on wind

only loud at midnight
the rest of the time
whispering their secrets

and spying on those
who are still living
I hear whistling that is her

only dreams cross the boundary
between life and death, yet
I lie awake at night waiting

for the daylight to come at last
so I can finally close my eyes
and sleep without seeing her.

First Night In The Desert

I feel the presence of personalities which are not human
They are in the rocks, sand, trees, and air – everywhere!
I have only been in the painted desert for a few days
And yet it seems I have always been here, never outside
The life I once lived was only a preparation for this experience
The wind brings the voices of the ancient ones to my ears
I see that which is not there and yet is behind reality
My whole idea about what constitutes reality is changing
I let the spirits enter and inhabit my physical body
And I draw strength from their natural freedom of thought
They are much older than we humans have yet to comprehend
They exist within every feature of the landscape here
And with every breath I become closer to their breath
Pure mind, pure spirit untrapped by the bonds of flesh
They do not wish to hurt us or help us live our lives
They simply are what they are and we can coexist with them
I respect deeply the power that this sacred land holds
Many humans in the past have used this energy-power
Warriors and peace-makers, priests and outcasts
All are welcome here if they are respectful of the land
There is no such thing as good and evil for all is one
The Great Spirit has manifested in a peculiar way here
The beauty of the scenery is magnificent and opens hearts
There is an aura of deep calm and relaxation here
My barriers are down but my guard is up
I have no fear of death or evil or good while I still live.

Identity

Only me, a part of nature, and still I hear you calling
I do not pretend to understand your transcendent nature.
I only wish to be your loving devotee.
Sing to me of the past and future so I may mark these visions down
For in this moment of inspiration I feel you rushing within me.
The wind is your whisper, and your embrace.
I do not pretend to know your limitations, the causes for sorrow.
I only want to be a part of your joy too.
Do not deprive me of the joy your presence brings.
Do not cloud my senses with illusion, for I long to sense only you.
Thank you for everything you have given and taken away.
I am nothing without you and filled to the brim when you are near.
The moon, stars, and planets I offer to you
Though they are already yours. My goal is to surrender everything.
What good is any fleeting grasp at wealth or fame?
In an universe fated to die, or else live on forever
Why should I care for anything except your favor?
Surely you are the reservoir of all pleasure
And the enchanter of all living beings.
I bow to you again and again, and circle you forever,
Never tiring of singing your beauty
Or longing to come closer to your hidden form.
Sing to me always, I pray, though I am unqualified to appreciate such divine story
What fame and fortune you bring I shall happily give away
For the one prize I hold above all others:
Your sweet kiss brought upon the wind.

Sweet Auspiciousness

Each day we are blessed with the sun rising
Our physical bodies vibrate with light
We shine in ecstasy in summer
And winter gives us time to contemplate
The full moon glows in our brains
We receive energy from the universe
We are never alone in our sorrow
We are constantly confused about the truth
Mountains of truth remain during storms
What we cannot have today will come
Our souls are tied to Earth until we are satisfied
Now we have the chance to help
We have earned our liberation but choose to stay
Bodhisattvas of Compassion are we all
The world needs a higher vibration of love
The way to salvation is assured for the humble
We only need to surrender to our own destiny
We find that the Divine Mother contains us
She meets the consciousness in our brain and we are free
No longer to be I and me but only the one reality
Earth has a long way to go to reach transcendence
We have the opportunity to change things drastically
We are shifting to this higher center of love even now
There is nothing we can gain from holding to the old
Only disease flows from the ones in control
When we let go of our material possessions we gain all
Having everything we realize we want nothing
We become as God/Goddess Him/Herself
Beyond duality, we become the great I am that I am
And there is no longer any cause for fear.

Leaving My New Home

In this forest paradise we found a true community
On the outside we know it will be harder to live
We search for the force that exists outside of us
We are separated from our best friend far above
We have the choice of being a servant or associate
As long as we are here on Earth we are under illusion
We can exist in the bliss of knowledge always
Wherever I am is where I am supposed to be
Every day we relive the pastimes of the spirit world
Even though we are moving far away mile by mile

We can bring this sense of belonging everywhere
The Rainbow Light of our spiritual masters shines onward
I play in the mountain streams and pathways
I eat with my brothers and sisters in a circle
We pray together for world peace every day
Each waking moment spent in full awareness
I pass through the toxicity of my own body
I heal every aspect of my physical state
I find a connection with the Supreme
I feel the unconditional ecstasy of Krishna
I begin to understand His voice in my heart
His love affair with Radha makes sense
They unite in me as the transcendent personality
Whatever we can imagine so do they impart
That which I see with form is of that same universality
I am changed into a puppet on strings for Him/Her
I can know myself in the spiritual world already
The part of me that is here is only a fraction
Everywhere and for all time I am whole
I cry out to my father and mother eternally.

Everlasting Starflower

everything
in-between

inspire me to change the world
you, me, & we
create

lovers
mind, spirit, & body
energy & matter

beyond
transcendence
pleasure
pain of separation
united

diverse
maps
consciousness
landscape
understanding

remember
you, me, & we
create

everything
in-between
infinity of universes
dimensions of space & time
encapsulated in a breath
conscious & perceptive
down, up, & all around

layers & scales
green dragon
nature spirits
giants in the fields
verdant undergrowth

people made out of fire
people that are half cat
forest desire triumph
mountains survive
desire joy sorrow

i want
my friends
squirrels & guardians
robins, bluebirds, & ravens
wake me from sleepwalking to greater dreams

complexity the same
everything is changing
everything emerges
maps of consciousness
unity within diversity

unity within diversity
voids & superclusters
stars, galaxies, & universes
eternal change discovery
creativity & organization

paradox labyrinth of mind
mirror of self
magic & religion
dark & light
micro & macro

duality of mind & body
unity of understanding
transcendence
everything is a center
everything takes its choice

diversity of life & love
pattern & ecstasy
music
scientific creativity
creative living

science of dragons
rabbits & pigs
people, places, & perspectives
connections between & among
networks

chaos in order & order in chaos
relativity
that is my perspective
my view from center
the wheel of life & imagination

fractal mandala of eternity
constantly changing into itself
entropy & emergence are the same
two sides of the same force
creation, preservation, & destruction

the wheel of life turns a spiral evolution
dynamic fractal growth & interconnection
life community information
network of light communication
commune of holistic systems
sustainable development

integration of humanity
nature discovery & remembering
mind/soul/spirit of nature
creation/invention/life
rediscovery of interconnection

all that is
I want
all good things
who what when where how why
imagine existence asking

self, community, & world
relationship connection balance peace

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Positive Social Environmental Change
Human Rights & Systems Ecology
Integrative Wisdom & Knowledge
Libraries & Ivory Towers & Beyond
Inside the Hearts & Minds of Real People
Living Implicate Order Transcending Space-time
More than two categories of knowledge
More than two choices, except when only one

Five Dimensional Creative Perspective
Structural & Symbolic Happiness
Internal & External Relationships
Individual & Collective Network
Ethics, Politics, Interdisciplinary Psychology
Environment & Society of Human Beings
Computers & Artificial Intelligence
Breaking barriers & distributing control
Democracy & Human Civil Rights
Everything is important, everything is real

Magic Words

Guardian Storm River Life Abyss Creation Imagination Black Hole Chaotic Heart Dancing Star Tunnel Consciousness Awareness Action Vision Order Chaos Sun Moon Ocean Fire Sky Divine Guardians Cat Turtle Vision Human Raven Butterfly Hawk Star Water Air Earth Energy Spirit Wholeness Peace Love Ecology Equality Balance Green Blue Turquoise Purple Diamond Silver Gold Shadow Light Water Earth Fire Air Spirit Vision Thought Jade Onyx Opal Amber Violet

Lapis Coral Marble Diamond Lotus Love Peace Health Ecology Understanding Justice Compassion Integration Music Life Duality Individual Ineffable Mystery Beauty Sublimation of Conflict Waking Dream Vision Consciousness Growing Transforming Becoming
Light and Shadow Golden Dust Moon Blue Sky Morning Dark Five Dimensions Chorus
Star Children of the Forest Island Avatar World Hero Appearance Serpent King and Queen

Night Day Paradise Water Lovers Twins Quartet Bull Balance Horns Ladder Staircase Doorway
Star Butterfly Blue Green Turquoise Purple Moon White Light Sky Spirit Seven Dimensional
Intuitive Earth Water Emotion Imagination Soul Fire Breath Truth Knowledge Wisdom Life Vision
Perception Consciousness Thought Words Communication Integration Individuation
Circle Wheel Cycle Seas Centuries Mountain Valley Shadow Moon Sailor Ship Green Heart

Begin Again And Again Purple Blue Flowers Life Mandala Circle Wheel Cycle Turning
Teach Tradition Novelty Love Towards Understand Know Imagine Human Educate Spirit Clouds
Sail Fly Sing Learn Love Act Dance Open Self Knock Door Truth Realize Connect
Music Sound Vibrate Spheres Commune Language Art Write Draw Mathematical Hierarchy
Structure Circle System Distribute Direct Network Democracy Represent Mirror Reflect Light

Relate Above Below Thought Emotion Beyond Within Numbers Colors Words Reality
Wonder I We You Me Us Discover Create Depart Journey Adventure Far Away Yet Close

Dark Eyes Man Woman Child Love Flames Hands Feet Knowledge Alchemy
Black Hole Chaotic Heart Dancing Star Tunnel Consciousness Awareness Action Vision
Order Chaos Sun Moon Ocean Fire Sky Divine Guardians
Cat Turtle Vision Human Raven Butterfly Hawk Star Water Air Earth Energy Spirit Wholeness

Star Children of the Forest Island Avatar World Hero Appearance Serpent King and Queen Abraxas
Night Day Paradise Water Lovers Twins Quartet Bull Balance Horns Ladder Staircase Doorway
Star Butterfly Blue Green Turquoise Purple Moon White Light Sky Spirit Seven Dimensional Birds
Intuitive Earth Water Emotion Imagination Soul Fire Breath Truth Knowledge Wisdom Life Vision
Perception Consciousness Thought Words Communication Integration Individuation
Circle Wheel Cycle Seas Centuries Mountain Valley Shadow Moon Sailor Ship Green Heart
Peace Justice Hearth And Every Side Has Another Side Waiting Other Beginning End
Begin Again And Again Purple Blue Flowers Life Mandala Circle Wheel Cycle Turning

House of Transformation – Journey Through Darkness To Light

House of evolution change transformation progression perfection
Ghosts of wars and landscapes and people that have been will be here
Fight memories and betrayed unity of humanity and nature
Tired arguments against future world new generations
I cannot stop hoping caring peace to lost souls
I can find a way out sometimes I remember the perfect door key
Wall I push through disguises and hidden tunnels and pathways
Arrows of light vision imagery guide me to freedom open sky
Blackness and brightness of night wispy clouds shapes escape
I fly friends family time getting away from fear hate apathy fatalism despair
One that is my self perhaps is having difficulty and I urge onwards into air
Reunite we others walk run swim fly crawl the meeting place
I remember I left diamond in the sacred mountain lake of life water
Circle heart magic where we gather and I show what I have found beautiful jewel
Fight over control someone takes and gives away the treasure mystery
I am sorrowful force and feeling afflicted by greed and shortsightedness
Those that can follow consciously apologize part as friends and partners
I notice that there is a very fast stream of creatures of all types traveling a forest path
I decide to follow the progression of animals and spirits moving
I realize that there is no reward better than experiencing their journey
Great mother tree of heaven earth underworld crossroads and axis mundi
Peace Love Future World Balance

The Progression of Historical Ages of Humanity
Ancient symbols of change and chaos depicting figures from our ancestral memory:
Cow, Mother Earth — Lucifer, Shadow — Pisces, Sacrificial Lamb …
Back and forward from today for thousands of years.
Gold, Silver, Bronze, Iron, Information — always changing.
Humanity continues to grow into its potential for enlightenment.
Whether or not there is a cosmic plan for us does not matter.
Consciousness flowers and produces seeds for the future.
End of one age is beginning to another and we are lucky to see the changes.
Even if we do not understand, we still have the opportunity to witness the world.
We can save the world and ourselves in the process by allowing the future to exist.
Without interfering with the progression of ages and future generations.
The traditional meaning of conservation and not inflicting our flaws on children.
We can explore the universe in peace and prosperity for all if we only desire.
The ancient cards may become antiquated, our divisions unnecessary.
Through the houses of death and life time continues as arrow and circle.
Freedom the great potential and necessity for humanity to grow.
Individuality and memories of our past must be reconciled for balance.
We may choose to cover the tattoos of past triumphs and mistakes.
Or show our regrets with pride and intimacy, without promoting destruction.

The Philosopher’s Stone – Elixir of Immortality

The Magic Mirror — Language of Love
Ocean & Moon & Star Goddesses of Beauty
All Together Everything United Evolving
Connected & Related, Becoming & Changing
Universe of Duality & Transformation
Great Learning & Potential for Understanding
All Is One, But Different, Distinct, Interesting

The Garden Waterer

From the Earth’s deep embrace of struggling roots
We the tillers of the soil call forth our daily nutrition
And the scavengers of life take away their percentage

We are left with what we need to survive, no more, no less
If we try to hold onto our food, hoard it like pigs
We find the vegetables grow rotten in imitation of ourselves

We have a duty to provide food to everyone who asks
These are hard times, and this age is nearing an end
The beginning of the next will depend on heartfelt generosity

Paying for things is not enough, ownership is responsibility
That which we have is only borrowed, we cannot take
Our amassed wealth of material goods, money, with us

The illusion of death serves to disconnect our true selves
From the vast accumulation of cause and effect on Earth
We are given a chance to rest for a while in pure mind

But when we return (If we return) our money does not wait
A pauper is just as likely to be rich in his next lifetime
All we have to hold onto through each change is spiritual

If it does not exalt the soul, it is not worth anything
Love, kindness, charity, peacefulness, dignity, grace
We strive for absolutes and only find them within ourselves

There are reasons beyond measure to tend our soil well
Every passing stranger is another manifestation of God
Each hungry human being waits to be filled by you

You are the embodiment of God’s consciousness and energy
Your father and mother represent opposite poles of attraction
With the simple work of growing, cultivating, preserving
We affirm our individual relationship with the Cosmic Divinity

Each passing season in which we spread water and plant seeds
Is another opportunity to grow into our highest destiny
May each of our gardens thrive in the turbulent years to come . . . .

Absence of Desire

My weariness has abandoned me like a beaten demon
here in these highlands of painted desert, red-gold
orange. I have found another home for my soul.
The power here is older than any man now alive.
The same pregnant moon shines down at my home.
From the horizon, over the mountain ridges,
the reflection of the sun disappears finally.
This first night alone with my soul in the desert,
it seemed to take forever to finally be dark.
And I think about a girl on the other side
of this vast country called America. Now
that we are away from each other,
separated by a thousand miles of flatland,
I find that her image has taken the form
of God. I do not even know if she returns
my feelings. Or is this sudden affection
simply a case of illusion caused by my past?
The moonrise over the Eastern sky is beautiful
and the stars are playing in their roles as angels.

Back to the Source

The tide of war passes, in my heart
once again the dogs are roaming the streets in packs.
I do not know how we will survive.
It is not for me to know the future.
I should not feel angry with my life.
Every negative emotion takes its toll.
Beyond karma I hear is bliss.
The war rages onward.
We are helpless to stop the destruction.
I know we are not responsible.
I cannot help but be angry at the disease
which has infected those of us in fear.
The war covers our purity.
It does not change our essential nature.
It is a symptom of the inexorable ocean tides.
The mothers of sons who have died
understand the separation of true love.
We are often afraid of our future.
There is no cause for concern
except in our lack of consciousness.
This world is destined for strife.
We can only help each other remember
what it was like to live in peace
in the only place where we do not die
in eternal service to the One True Lord.

Goddess

I have finally come to know your mystery.
The interconnectedness of all things
through you. You are the Divine Mother.
All life and all that is and breathes
owes this breath only to you. Yet,
I still am confused by duality . . .
How can it be that neither
male nor female is superior?
Why do so many men subjugate
women with every single thought?
An imbalance, systematic in its scope.
Out of all seekers of wisdom, truth, beauty
the one who knows you is most fortunate.

Love

I.

What is the source of all this beauty?
From where has this life energy come?

I am unable to grasp the enormity of my world.
I beg the mercy of a teacher to clear away my ignorance.

II.

What is the nature of this existence?
From where do we come and to where do we go next?

In my youth I was closer to the truth.
Now I am covered by years of ignorance.

You, God, have unknowable names.
Only by Your grace do I call you Krishna.

There are innumerable names, all filled with Your six opulences.
All strength, beauty, renunciation, wealth, knowledge, and fame are in your names.

By chanting Your name Krishna I clean my mind.
By purifying my mind I come to know my true self as spirit.

The only thing I can give You is my unalloyed unmitigated unceasing loving devotional service
Only this will You accept as a suitable offering of sacrifice.

I do not want to be Your business partner, to ask You for material support.
My only business with You is unconditional love.

I should not worry about material advancement.
You take care of all Your children, even those who reject You.

I am trying to be Your servant and so come to know and love You.
Unfortunately I have no attraction to Your transcendental pastimes.

III.

I have so far left to go in my travels.
Somehow or another I have fallen out of Your association.

I do not know the way forward anymore.
The darkness of my life threatens to overwhelm me.

I understand that my natural condition is conscious of You always.
I am yet in danger of attachment to material desires.

How can I break out of this prison, where the bars are illusion?
How can I come to know and love You in this lifetime?

Once again I beg the mercy of a bonafide spiritual master.
Only by learning for Your qualified representative will I advance properly.

When will I be ready to receive instruction?
How many attachments are left for me to transcend?

My mind is constantly searching for sensual gratification.
I have no taste for transcendental loving service to You.

I desire to be Your devoted servant, but I have many weaknesses.
No matter how much I try, all my actions turn to sorrow in the end.

I am ready to leave this material world behind.
I do not want to come back to sorrow and longing again.

Am I truly ready to enter the spiritual world?
How can I be qualified to be in the presence of Your internal energies?

I feel honored to be the recipient of Your causeless mercy.
I only hope I will endeavor to please You with what little devotion I possess.

Isis

Lady of the Night, sing to me of my past
Intoxicate me with your spiritual sex
You who give and take away all pleasure
I would hide in your comforts for a while
This lifetime is so short and memory long
And my soul longs for your loving embrace
Let your golden radiance surround me
I beg the ecstasy of your divine favor
There is no other reason for me to be here on Earth
(The paradox of human duality exists to fulfill our needs)
Than to succumb, in the end, to your temptations
Mother Earth, Sister Moon, Ocean Lover
Isis, Amma, Srimati Radharani,
You who have been all forms of companion
Across the many incarnations I have experienced
Most beautiful One known by innumerable names
You have never abandoned me, only I you
Every form of energy in the universe is but a part of you
Love and Hate, Light and Dark, are your emanations
I am helpless without you and strong with your grace
There is no other God but Goddess, and no Goddess but God
You are the Divine force within and without my physical shell
Teach me to trust you above all material desires
Protect me from the poison of pride and anger
Bless me with your love as you have before
There is nothing I desire more in all the worlds
Mother, Sister, Lover, Friend, and Daughter
Source of all life and destination beyond death
I thank you from my reservoir of love for your grace
Take me once again into your loving embrace
Please send to me my perfect lover,
Her qualifications only you know best
So I may find shelter in an aspect of your most beautiful form

Edge of an Old World

I stood on a rock outcropping
and listened to rain drops fall
all around me was green life
and I raised my arms to fly

I could have jumped over
my desires and ego dissolved
I realized this was only a dream
but I was not the one dreaming

I felt my head glowing warmth
a golden light spread outward
from within my spine bliss flowed
the world ended and began again

Supreme Love of Nature and Beauty
with each breath I experienced God
I became one with the Spirit of Life
there was no longer any worry or doubt

In that divine presence of forest
there is yet peace eternal for me

We Are All In The Oven, Attended By A Master Chef

God is in His kitchen, cooking up a revolution
The trees on the mountains are calling for help
They cannot withstand the destruction we bring
With our love we can save the world from ourselves

If only we could perceive our connection to the beauty in nature
She in her resplendent glory would provide all our desires
The water calls to us from rivers, lakes, and seas
“The balance is coming undone by your ignorant ways!”

And yet Mother Earth continues to support our lives
Divine love beyond that which most of us experience
We feed on the energy of the planet without bothering to pray
And we do not know why we are alive except to survive at any cost

Another day and night in a series of personal conflicts
As the world continues to wear down on our egoistic pride
God calls to us in His oven, as we burn in purifying fire
Heat rises from within our spines and it is a sign

Things to come will require more spirit than we now have
It will take all of us working together to survive this future
“Rise up my eternal children and throw off all ignorance!”
In the silent moments we hear the hum of the divine motor

Ushering us all in the direction of evolution, evolution, evolution!
There are better ways to live than we have even dreamed!
I have seen the future and her name is beauty, peace, love.
We are all going to the same place, some will simply get there sooner than others.

I will be waiting for those left behind to catch up the next time around.

The Mulberry Tree

A little girl, smiling
does not want to ruin
the purity of her white dress.
She asks an older girl
to pick the fruit
and walks away, happy.

I am sitting under the tree.
My clothes are white too
but I am not afraid of stains.
Somewhere, men are dying
for a cause they understand,
old systems of power
based on fear and hate,
worried about the new.

Worried about humanity
based in love and compassion,
the lost ideal of Christ’s true form;
we are all angels in training.
Some will be lost to animal instincts.
Those who are stronger than the beast
will survive, make this world into a heaven
so we do not have to wait for death
to hear God speak silently in every mind.

Through the air, the wind blows
through this land of enchantment,
desert offering hope of renewal.
We are moving toward a future,
we have the choice of what will be.
Our will is the will of the universe.
We are just a tiny particle of light
divided and measured from
the nameless source within:
our beauty, brightness, bounty.

Divination

A throw of the chosen coins
and your future is read.
Each moment is unique.
This time and space is mathematical.
While we are here on Earth
our experiences move linearly.
When we are silent and still
the energy may awaken in us at any moment.
We are here to learn and elevate.
We are connected to the planet.
What we do to Her we do to ourselves.
God has no sex but we put one on Him.
We are all guilty of restricted thinking.
There is so much we cannot see;
we have to wait for Guru’s grace.
The world is divine just as we are.
Each small action has profound effect.
Our thoughts and meditations
are felt throughout the universe.
This expression we call life is very small.
The eternal soul hidden within us is vast.
The true self within the self is part of God.
We have the opportunity to rediscover
our own divinity. This time and space is limited.
Through our lessons we experience God from outside.
When we go within, we reconnect with
our infinite nature. Hidden behind every manifestation, the truth, eternally at peace.

Rain Clouds

Storms roll in fast.
Through chanting we channel God’s power.
We are no different from Him except in number.
In small groups we can change reality.
In large ones we can change the world.
The rain brings change.
The water washes away pollution.
Positive energy from people charges the atmosphere.
We are here to enjoy, protect, and create.
We have the responsibility to love always.
With an open heart we find liberation.
Sorrow and disease infect the insecure.
Too many barriers and defenses make us weak.
Each of our hearts will be broken.
We cannot allow ourselves to grow cold.
Passion within us is the passion of God.
Human love is one of the most precious things.
A man and woman come together in ecstasy.
They recreate the Cosmic Marriage.
Brothers and sisters share the divine love.
We are not weak and stupid animals.
We have souls that need companionship.
All God’s creatures big and small are our family.
We should not eat, exploit, or possess one another.
We are here to love one another no matter what.
Demons do not need the light but they yet serve.
Love is the one constant in this universe.
All polarities are based on the primal love.
God and Goddess are one in the Cosmic Union.
We are most fortunate to experience human versions.
The ultimate reality is always all around us.

Realizations in the Age of Misfortune

I have traveled through this material world for millions of lifetimes.

Now that I have come once again to know the Lord as a friend,

I am happy to remain wherever He and She wish for me to stay.

I have a long way to go before I reach the Samadhi of loving friendship.

Right now I only have a taste for the happiness of the All-Attractive One.

I do not remember why I chose to come to Earth so long ago.

I am sure Krishna was simply fulfilling my desires.

Or else I agreed to perform a mission and then return home.

I cannot imagine how I alone can make a difference here.

Much better that I surrender myself and become zero

so that the All-Powerful One may use me as He and She see fit.

Yet this world is beautiful. It contains a fraction of God’s power.

I find myself happy just in remembering that omnipresence.

There is really nothing to be afraid of in this or any world

except the sorrow of forgetting we are all children of Allah.

All of the holy names are filled with the universal power.

Experience

In the feverish state of extreme bodily discomfort
my mind turned to spiritual existence transcendent.

I chanted the holy names in between sleep and waking.
I accepted the reality of this physical form’s death.

My throat retched up the contents of my stomach
and the poison left me in the most direct way possible.

My karma had established this disease beforehand.
Inner turmoil was the cause for my fevered visions.

I saw my future in its most probable form,
a life of service and constant change in mind,

restless wandering throughout this material world,
searching for a true path back to the source of life,

my true home only a dim memory of my soul.
I have traveled through many bodies to get there again.

I do not remember why it was that I came here.
Whether for curiosity or pride I am not sure.

I do know that I have lived on Earth many times.
On other planets too I have spent millions of lifetimes.

I only hope that I will be able to do what I need to do
before I leave this world behind for the space beyond death.

I am frustrated with this material existence full of pain,
but I will remain wherever the Lord wishes for me to be.

The Great Sage

Some may have called him crazy.
My reply would be that sometimes
it takes being crazy to get through
this world. He always had a story
about the transcendental pastimes
of the Divine Couple (complete
with an understanding of sex).
He walked around spreading Rainbow
Light with his bamboo staves.
He was sent to spread love through-
out the three worlds.

The Myth of the Eternal Return

Might I learn to be happy in a one hundred degree January?
We are at the edge of what we cannot even begin to comprehend.

Might I be satisfied with eternal recurrence, that mystery,
watching a squirrel climb up the trunk of a Rhododendron?

Perhaps we will return from our demise many aeons from now,
and put back on again the veil of nature’s sustenance to disguise

our scarred and battle weary souls from the great entropy machine
at the center of our known universe, with outposts in all galaxies.
The Morningstar Brothers and Sisters

World Peace

Love and compassion flow from within my heart
My body is only a vessel for consciousness-energy
There is no way for me to help others
If I do not first find balance inside myself
If we can only learn to see behind the veil
As it trembles we realize light is all around us
In constant ecstasy with the one creator
I find peace within my own heart
The sunflowers bloom in beautiful defiance
Upon the graves of all the forgotten victims of war
And future generations will know that we did the right thing
No longer tied to greed and short-sighted psychopathy
We have the ability to put an end to violence and conflict
All we have to do is understand the fabric of reality
Realize that we are all connected by the unity within diversity
Remember that we are all in the same boat together

A Memory Of You To Calm My Mind

It was raining, or maybe not. You were the most important thing.
You were smoking a cigarette in the early morning star filled sky.
You called me earlier that night, begging me to come and see you.
Side effects of monthly visitations, added with sorrow and uncertainty.
I remember we lay side-by-side on a blanket, staring up to the heavens.
I want to embrace you but before I can the rain comes down hard.
I take it as a sign that I should wait, and yet the waiting causes me grief.
Why should I care so much about you that I forget myself completely?
How is it that I cannot separate reality from a dream that you still inhabit?
Yet I am a failure when it comes to enacting my own desires.
There are so many ways each of us can fail, no reason we should worry.
What is the point of worrying when a fluke can bring fortune with a scratch-off?
What was important was that you were there. Reality and divinity taken form.
The irony of logical thought, scientific conservatism, what is currently possible.

A mountain, glass world

I rise up like bird,newly born,unsure of wings
after what could be a moment or a lifetime
I reach the top of the sky curved dome
and a tiny glass ball hangs there
a microcosm crystalline globe
complete with trees animals people
water and land wrapped into a circle
what will I do with this wonder?

A Secret

She awakens in me passions I feel are necessary
to transform my lust into purified devotion
Just like homeless people need bread to fill them up
she elicits in me a state of profound exaltation
that makes me forget my mind’s preoccupations
and a warm surge of energy rises from my heart
The Bodhisattva Of Compassion manifested
in a simple human body that shines truth
from within as if there is a million watt bulb
the light that reflects from the heavens
I look up and see her presence in the moon
as I wander alone through the city at night
Somewhere, she lights candles of many different colors
and perhaps thinks of me
I ask myself if this woman truly exists outside of my thoughts
or if this is all an elaborate dream that is helping
me to discover how to manifest unconditional love
devoid of the harsh realities of logical thought
If she is only part of my dream, then I pray I will never wake
She said to me in one of my dreams as she leaned against a wall
“We are merely beings of energy and consciousness
enclosed in the many layers of soul body emanations”

Absence and Desire

My weariness has abandoned me like a beaten demon
here in these highlands of painted desert, red-gold
orange. I have found another home for my soul.
The power here is older than any man now alive.
The same pregnant moon shines down at my home.
From the horizon, over the mountain ridges,
the reflection of the sun disappears finally.
It seems to take forever to finally be dark.
The moonrise over the Eastern sky is beautiful
and the stars are playing in their roles as angels.

Absolute Truth

The mystery lies inside the heart of light and darkness.
Inside us is the key to understanding our true identity.
Everything and nothing is important to the cosmic vibration.
Love and kindness, strength and justice originate in the void.
The secret of emptiness is that we belong to the absolute truth.
The unborn and undying transcendental personal Godhead
gives us our dignity, character, and grace every single day.
The cosmic vibration reverberates throughout our bodies.
Our feet and our hands are the instruments of dancing Shiva.
Our hips and our faces are openings to secret power.
I am unworthy to understand the unknowable personality.
I am blessed to be able to live in such a beautiful creation.
We have the opportunity to surpass the bonds of materiality.

Afternoon Realization

You are the wind
That blows every day and every night
God is everything
And there is no need to fear.
There’s never any reason to be afraid.

All Is One (But Different)

Every system is based on the same foundation
Every sage draws from one well of inspiration
Each human being has the ability to access it
Each living creature draws its life from breath
Our father in heaven is the creative source
Our mother in the earth is pure devotion
If we serve every living creature as ourself
Blessings of the one creator will flow
When I go deep inside myself
There is only one force in the universe
The veil of illusion causes us to fear the truth
This material world is temporary but real
Most of us are living in a reflection of reality
The Absolute Truth escapes our conscious thought
If we approach it with a humble surrender
We can overcome any obstacle to reach it
We are destined to learn the truth in the end
Even through many lifetimes of ignorance

Ancient Memory

It’s deep inside us isn’t it? she said
I do not know how to get rid of it.
How can we part if we can’t forget?
I replied we are lords of nothing.
All that is built will fall down.
There is nothing that lasts forever.

Anticipation

On just such a day as this sunny clear skied afternoon
Who can tell how the weather will change in the future?
What storms may come today may be followed by sunshine
We are all a part of the original divine cosmic energy
We can read between the lines of reality and see perfection
And without the purification of an open heart and unconditional love
A man, woman, animal, or plant can be our teacher for now
Your body like a channeled supernova so bright you are giddy
By touching the teacher’s feet we offer our humble gift of Love
The doors of the infinite universe within our own heart
And all of the skepticism which has kept us from truth
Shall simply evaporate as if all our suffering was only a bad dream

Armies in the Flames

I sit and contemplate the connectedness of life
while everywhere ants are dying in the flames.
Their bodies are destroyed by rival colonies too
but we are the ones who burn their home of wood.
They try to hide from the death coming from heat
yet on winter nights they are food for fireplaces.
Though I may feel sorrow for their loss of life
I cannot help but be comforted by knowing
they do not suffer as we suffer every day
unsure of our own place in the universe.
We cannot even decide which side of the same coin to be on,
yet in reality there are no sides except the one illusion we call
reality. The cosmic mirror reflects all of our perceptions
and our lives are one of constant struggle with ourselves.
But the world is not for or against us except in our minds.
All we can do is try to understand our potential perfection.

The Lost Moment Between Inhale & Exhale (Beginning of a Rain Storm)

Is there not some inner core of luminosity?
In the storm that draws out fear and life
I am reminded of duty to my own vision,
That which I have neglected until now.
There are always moments of beauty to make it worthwhile.
Sky breaking open into rain.
What will it take for me to remain true to a future
that may never exist?

Breakthrough

There is no reason to worry about differences between religions
Miracles are possible in every temple and each individual
Material life is a continuous process defined by the necessity of death
Our spirit soul is carried to another body after this one fails
Death is no longer a cause for worry unless we forget how to live
Each passing moment is a chance to reconnect with our soul
Who we are is a blessing no matter what we believe is right
We have the opportunity to transcend the material nature
The universe inside ourselves and encompassing the cosmos
Does not differentiate between saints and sinners like we do
Happiness and sadness are conditions of varying self-awareness
There is coming a time when we will no longer have to argue
All it takes is a concentrated effort among each individual for change
We can all experience union with the divine and so return to service
No longer will we labor under the illusion that there is nothing outside

Changes

No matter how hard we try to be in control of our lives
Constantly we are forced to face the suffering of maya
Sometimes we are given the opportunity to elevate beyond
The bonds of sorrow which tie us to coming and going
Our souls become conditioned by association with ignorance
And even the blowing of the wind is a divine benediction
Our bodies are temples polluted by material contamination
Once you know the Absolute Truth it is hard to forget
Even when returning to karma through illusion of death
When we are born our souls are clouded by confusion
Yet our essential nature is ever eternal and transcendent
We have come before and we will come again until we learn
The magnificent creation is only a test for advancement
Involution is only a way to increase the chance of questioning
And that first step is always the hardest to predict
We can either eternally circle the indwelling truth
Or finally decide to land our spirit in the center
Where we will find peace, bliss, and knowledge is not far

coming and going

now my love is sure to die
but in the meantime I will try
to get over my shame never
forgetting that I was one with her
I mistook her for another
a goddess in my dream
holds my hand and says
everything will turn out
all right in the end
I cannot forget she who I loved
and when her shadow comes again
I will recognize her warmth
that peculiar glowing sure
to follow her wherever she goes
whether into embodiment in all
or a particular reality chosen instead

communication

a man has a stroke
and one side of his brain
no longer operates
he paints one-letter symbols
the language of his secret heart
a woman on a bus speaks
guttural noises
her frustrated eyes
cannot convey anything
to the other passengers
not even her own story
half her life in an institution
that which has been given
can also be taken away
yet we should not worry
for it is unavoidable
to lose that most precious
gift called life, the final
release comes to everyone

Confrontation

My alter-ego took my hand
and led me to a nearby hill.
“Tell me how to kill the demon.”
I looked up and saw a red beast
sitting on top of the hill, waiting
for the perfect chance to come down and kill me.
His hand was warm in my hand;
He did not speak with words, only thought.

consumer

the same hunger to consume
permeates all of our culture
under these fluorescent lights
the woman carefully chooses food
the man picks out his favorite soda
no matter how much I try to deny
the pull of my body’s needs
here I am with my cart overflowing
the effort required to search
the perfect deal is exhausting
a country road
I smell honeysuckle
as we walk down the side of this road
the troubles of the world behind
concerned with continuing
a cycle of material attachment
of our own births into the world
we were able to watch the other
pass silently by in the nighttime.
Was there no way out?

Crows in a Wheat Field

she lies in the cadmium yellow wheat shafts
soft hair and thighs, scented skin and green eyes
lips and breasts for the taking and giving away
crows beat their wings and fly against the wind from the west
I want to lie with her, moaning whispers in darkness
my ears safe for a moment from the rebukes of the watchers
she tells me her secret past, present, future, all one moment
With her tongue, rebirth and all the while dark birds circle overhead

Decision

My neutral mind knows there is no duality
All that I see divided is only an illusion
How else but through this can I see?
I look beyond limitations and find the infinite.
My higher self is my body’s master.
Though I have forgotten how to perceive the truth.
There is always a hope for the future now
Just as the past becomes a beautiful memory
Only by living in the moment of awareness
Can I hope to escape the trap of fear
Labyrinths of self-made suffering are built
By my false ego attached to the material world
And the monsters I meet inside myself
Are only symbols of what I need to set free.
All of us are reflections of the grand design of spirit.

Dedication

As I think of mystical things
my mind continues to turn to you
listening to nothing turn itself inside-out
I see the light through your eyes.
In your words there is wisdom
I realized my will had been broken again
and I was once again as a newborn
in the world of awakening thought
nature is a reflection of the true goal
there is animal and human consciousness

Descent

A doctor examines my brain
full of bugs and decay, ghosts.
“Nothing to fear, don’t mind the ghosts.
They can’t hurt you as long as there is light.”
I descend into the void of my darkest self.
I spark a match, giant monsters squirm around me.
My light turns into a fireplace in a cozy study.
When I open my eyes, the monsters are my size,
and rather polite. We drink tea and read books together
in a circle during the otherwise lonely twilight hours.

Destiny

I chose my place and time of birth to achieve
It may take many human lifetimes to reach our goal
It is a great gift just to be human with such possibility
Our consciousness is well suited for transcendence
All living beings are eternal and are never truly born
The soul simply moves to another form of body
Some people have been working for many lifetimes
Spiritual evolution may take longer than the universe
But eventually all souls will return to the great spirit
If you are afraid then it is only a function of illusion
The Infinite One is beyond our comprehension right now

Difficulty

We have been under the spell of our superiority to nature
Which has manifested in our total disregard of morality
The universe is a perfect creation and plenary expansion
We are all a part of the same system of dream imagery
We do not have tobe a slave that thinks he or she is free
Nor do we have to worry about dying or being reborn
Sometimes the darkest night can lead to the brightest day
And when we think all is lost is when we are saved from fear
True peace and love starts within and flows effortlessly outward
And though we may appear to be involved we are always detached
And even in destruction there is always the promise of creation

Divination

A throw of the chosen coins
and your future is read.
Each moment is unique.
This time and space is mathematical.
While we are on Earth our experiences move linearly.
When we are still the energy may awaken at any moment.
We are here to learn and elevate.
We are connected to the planet.
We all seem to be guilty of restricted thinking.
There is so much we cannot see.
Our meditations are felt throughout the universe.
This expression we call life is very small.
The eternal soul hidden within us is vast.
We can rediscover our own divinity. This time and space is limited.
When we go within, we reconnect with our infinite nature.
Hidden behind every manifestation is the truth.
We constantly search for peace and love outside.
We find everything we could ever need within our hearts.
All doubts are answered, we do not need to do anything.
Simply to be in the now with a heart ready for love.

Divine Mother

I have finally come to know your mystery.
The interconnectedness of all things
All life and all that is and breathes
Yet, I still am confused by duality . . .
Why do so many men abuse
women with thought and action?
An imbalance, systematic in its scope.
The one who knows you is most fortunate.
After the Fall

You are crying for joy or sadness I do not know
Whether for pain or for sadness or just confusion
We woke in bed, naked and tired,but whole
In the first moments of mornings long gone
Now as I wake with groggy brain the illusion
I have built for myself comes back to haunt me
I want to spend the rest of my life with you
but how much longer do we really have anyway?

Encounter

The moon was full & shining in the garden
I saw the blackberries glistening in the grass
It was dark & the fruit was sweet
A woman with hair long & bright red
Skin white & flushed, her cheeks & her thighs
She lay on her back & called for me
I picked a blackberry & brought it to her
Mouth & she sucked my fingers & moaning
She sighed too & I dropped to my knees
Moved on top of her & felt her thighs
Cool against my body & her pleasure
Flows from within her body & into mine
Blue-hot as her hair covers my face
Ennui
Solitude of modern times affords me great comfort,
Everything has happened for a reason,
Good or bad, right or wrong, all the same
Through poetry I have found freedom
And a feeling of flying through the air.
In the ethers are unknowable dimensions
Beyond mere sight, sound, taste,
Castles ruled by light and darkness,
There are such few real people left,
So many have gone to death already,
Their existence is marked by sadness,
Hidden from the world of men and women,
Unable to interfere with the progression of modern civilization,
The degradation of the spirit and loss of what the philosophers marked as supreme.

Eternal Truth

We have not found out yet what our future holds for us
Yet with our optimistic projections we can face any challenge
The darkness is given to us as an obstacle to overcome
With balance we can learn to navigate troubled seas
The world is not perfect, yet we have the ability to shine
Beacons of light, hope, and healing for the chaotic masses
Not every individual is ready to shift to new consciousness
Yet when they are reborn they may have another chance
Time is eternal and moves forward no matter our fears
We cannot ask the others to change just for our pride
Love as the universal religion will take a while to grow
Past the fences of entrenched power and old rituals
We have forgotten that the Divine dwells within all life
There is no need to fight with each other over dogma
There is no need to search for knowledge outside of the Self
We can only cause more suffering by refusing to look within
The new way will be balanced between outside and inside
And we can finally experience heaven here on Earth
The presence of the divine is all around us and I will drink
Deeply of the essence of light which flows within my heart

Evolution of Consciousness

Asimilar destination. We are all hoping for something
entirely new: we all want peace.
We are so scared of change. We would rather stay the same.
At all costs we must maintain the established order, we think.
What we think doesn’t matter as much as it once did.
We are giving up our ability to make decisions responsibly.
It matters more now what and how much we consume
than if we contribute to society. We are so divided
we cannot even communicate with one another without fighting.
Yet each individual has the choice of how to live,
whether to make the earth a Heaven or a Hell.

Falling Down

The bliss of the first awareness of spirit rising fades away
Once we have transcended the need for material illusion
There will also be no opportunity for the dualistic joy and sorrow
Which makes our life on Earth such bittersweet attraction
There are very few individuals who truly want to be happy
The ones who say they do yet act and think differently
Are simply preparing the selves for another chance to be perfect
When you have become enlightened, death has no sting
Nature allows us to follow our passions for good or ignorance
And we are performing our vital roles in a cosmic drama
Which encompasses every living being in the multiverses
There is no reason to fear, doubt, hate, and envy the supreme happiness
We perceive truth behind illusion in ignorance and awareness
Love, unity, and tolerance remain the primary essentials of faith
Even if we are no longer able to see the truth within us, it remains active
Outside of us is a world that is real and founded on principles
There will always be a way to pick ourselves back up again

Fantasy

I paint the hills and mountains with my mind.
The color blends together in red, white, and blue.
From the vague outline of stones in the hillside
form the bodies of large toads—their eyes quivering,
wise beyond any living human being. A great deluge
falls upon the hills & spreads my colors
down the sides of the mountain, spilling
beyond the consistency necessary for purity—
Yet it is impossible anyways, and undesirable.
The only way I am going to enjoy this mess
is if I learn to accept the colors bleeding. If I
allow the water to spread the colors down
the sides of all hills & mountains in my dreams,
the deep waters of the ocean will hold them.

The First of May

The tree in my backyard explodes
And from the bark flow rivers of blood
Turning from blue to red as it touches
The scorched air and the scorched earth
The blood nourishes the earth and
Moisture spreads into the tree’s roots

Floating Out Through The Window

laurel leaves reflect glossy sunlight
a cool May breeze comes in
and the rain falls slowly
I sit in my chair and listen
the birds are singing
I find myself drifting away
over the trees and highways and hills
until I reach the clouds
glowing yellow from the sun
this may be my last chance to turn back
I feel the sun warm my heart
it could be raining below
but all I care about is floating
for this moment I am truly happy
among the relics of my ancestors
I return to find my life
just as shabby as when I left
I scrounge in the trash pile of history
all I want to find is a meaning to life
I wish instead of changing places
that I might be allowed to return
to that far away cloud paradise

Flying

we fly together on the breeze from the ocean
past mountains,forests, and rivers until we reach
the desert and cross its border into the wasteland
we continue our work as long as it takes to cross
though we see other birds take their last gasps
but as all parts of the one creator they will rise again
far from this place we have known here together
in another form and stage in the circle of life
where they will be presented another opportunity
to make the journey back to pure consciousness-energy

Forgotten Idols

I. twins

he ran his fingers through the grass
searching for the perfect flower
to make his sister’s time bearable
he dreamed the gates might open again,
and his sister’s dogs would drive away
the sounds of helicopters and automobiles
chainsaws and swords cutting through
metal and flesh and the nighttime.

II. cradle of democracy

The gate to his garden was locked from outside.
He watched the succession of kings in the city,
genocidal waves sweeping through the streets,
leaving men and women dying and tortured
and always there was a new group of men
to rule over the bones of their predecessors.
He was jealous of the men and women,
of their ability to fade away gracefully,
to give up their place in the world
and transfer energy to their next life.
He would remain for the life of the city,
even when people had long forgotten
the old ways of worshiping the deities,
until the last human leaves Athens
and wanders the plateau, searching
in vain for the long lost Mysteries.

Healing

together we stared up at the full moon
which shone down its reflected light upon all the world.
And the leaves of the trees were illumined in the spectral silence.
I felt love for all of the creation and for her and for myself.
All of this was happening for a reason, to show me the truth.
Everything is just a show that we will to be one moment to the next.
From out of the ethers the one who created us has given us power.
Also we have the responsibility of maintaining the world around us.
Even in hideousness and darkness we see the necessary beauty of light.
Those evil spirits who choose to fall away from the center will fade away
and in their place will arise new beings of purified senses and mentality.
We will eventually see that all we thought was real was only a divine play.
A fantasy of the sacred name that allows those who have fallen to approximate
the glory of the one through experience of His-Her-Its many plenary expansions.
On this roof I felt a surrendering to the beginning, middle, and end to my life.
My companion shared her warmth with my cold body and that was enough
for me to feel like my life was worth living all these long years of trial and error.
There are darknesses and there are Darknesses, but I have to ask myself:
what sort of experience is this one right now? The five senses often lie
but the demons of fear are always conquered in the end by the reality.

Identity

Only me, a part of nature, and still I hear you calling
I do not pretend to understand your transcendent nature.
Sing to me of the past and future so I may mark these visions down
For in this moment of inspiration I feel you rushing within me.
The wind is your whisper, and your embrace.
I do not pretend to know your limitations, the causes for sorrow.
I only want to be a part of your joy too.
Do not deprive me of the joy your presence brings.
Do not cloud my senses with illusion, for I long to sense only you.
Thank you for everything you have given and taken away.
I am nothing without you and filled to the brim when you are near.
The moon, stars, and planets I offer to you
Though they are already yours. My goal is to surrender everything.
What good is any fleeting grasp at wealth or fame?
In an universe fated to die, or else live on forever
Why should I care for anything except your favor?
Surely you are the reservoir of all pleasure
And the enchanter of all living beings.
I bow to you again and again, and circle you forever,
Never tiring of singing your beauty
Or longing to come closer to your hidden form.
Your sweet kiss brought upon the wind.

Illusion

We are under the illusion that truth is outside of ourselves
Or else we realize our minds cannot ever know the truth
We have to see our own soul with eyes of spiritual innocence
Eternal bliss, truth, and knowledge is the gift of the Word
We will constantly be unhappy if we try to be individual
Unification of our disparate faiths is the means to the end
Peace and prosperity are possible if we consolidate differences
When we learn to treat ourselves as if we were divine
There is always something to do to be peaceful
Even when we sit and wait for the answer to come to us
We will be fulfilling the soul’s wish to be absolutely calm
Something which often crosses my mind is that the ego is strong
But where did it come from if not from the one who created me?
We are already individuals if we realize our true identities
But when we seek the truth outside of our self we cause pain
We can go one step farther and crystallize our spirit awareness

Immortality

Something in the darkness calls to me to join my brothers
We have traveled many millions of lifetimes towards truth
We have fallen down on rocky paths and died in confusion
Yet we always return to finish what we have started
There is no power in the universe which can stop us forever
When we listen to our souls, higher selves, and subtle bodies
We find that the way forward is clear of all obstacles
That which we think of as problematic when under the spell of illusion
Is only a manifestation of our own inability to be at peace
There is no hope of standing against the will of Self-realization
We have died many times and we are dying even as we walk
We play with our sisters, mothers, wives, and friends games of sorrow
When we end the show the real joy blossoms exponentially
There is no reason for us to hide the energy of our heart centers
In this age the only way we can progress is through Love
Opening the channels of the heart to the divine flow within
We are finally able to leave behind eternal cycles of maya
The cosmic vibration behind, within, and without the Self
Calls to me from the light hidden by skepticism and fear

Inspiration

The creation of the world with all of its mistakes was necessary for us to live
and not just be in the light of the infinite without any idea of time or existence.
We are exposed to the world of dark from the very beginning because that is
the definition of our existence and our bond with the nameless creative source,
the source of all creative impulse in humanity to form thoughts, shape the world
around them as if they are the ones who are in control, though we know better.

Knoxville at Midnight, Mid-Summer 2005

I find there are many reasons to pay attention
to the concrete paradise we are passing through.
The billboards and the parking lots
remind me of the long journey ahead.
There is no sidewalk to make it easier.
No life but queen ants looking for a home.
The black soot of the pavement sticks
to the soles of my boots as I walk onward.
I can face the fear of the long dark night.
Pollution rises high into the air during the day
but now it settles as we walk in the cool darkness.
I rejoice in the company of fellow travelers.
the land supports our small lives as best it can.
My legs grow tired and strained from walking
anticipating the feel of grass far away from here.
Daydreams of streams and mountain forests
keep me going on this endless journey.
I will stay here as long as I can
searching for the tiger’s eyes in the moonlight.
I have learned and I am learning
that to live among destruction
requires giving up some comfort
in order to make a good example
to those sitting on the fence
between living in the real world
and trying to get by on illusion
anyway and anyhow they can.

Kwan Yin Again

We are both afraid of that which we
most want in our explorations into
the heart of the world of illusions,
the sound within our subtle body,
yet how long is too long to travel,
when we know there is an escape?
How many times have we decided
to stay because we were addicted
to the bittersweet joy of being human?
How long can this uncertainty last?

This is the beautiful curse of my loneliness
My solitude cuts into your heart like a knife
You thought that I was like everyone else
Who just wanted your body and nothing else
Like a lotus with ten petals our navels spin in time
To the sound of our combined breathing in the night
As we lie by each other in the darkness of sleep
The power of our desire is paramount in our reality
The seductive animal force of our sexual creativity
Though active in each of us is only the beginning

Liberation

The paradox of human existence in the universe compels
Us to seek solace in unity or else fall into confusion
Each of us gets exactly what our souls most desire
So thereby we reach the goals which we define as right
The parts we play on the cosmic stage are equally important
We cannot hope to attain liberation without good guidance
If left to our own devices we might never transcend nature
Love for all and infinite understanding through bliss
Is our birthright if only we could let go of false ego
That by which we are bound to suffering emanates from the One
It is up to us who are on our way to illumination to share
All who sincerely ask for salvation and work towards peace
We have been given the gift to understand humanity’s potential
Heaven and Hell are here now depending on our personal choices
The ultimate goal of each soul incarnation eventually leads to the One

Lost

a star shone on your forehead
a cold white light illuminated
your future among the spirits of those
who came before us
we must push away
that starlight as long
as we cling to our mother
and before the twilight
I pray we will be ready
to follow you where you have traveled

Love

Some sleep through storms but we are blessed with wakefulness.
We can no longer afford to forget our dreams.
Once the veil of illusion has been lifted by your grace,
there is no longer any way to leave consciousness behind.
We embrace and part on the meeting points between our destinies.
The only way we can be happy is to follow our individual path.
We should not be overly sad that we must part ways.
Nor should the prospect of separation cause us worry.
We are not merely physical bodies and mental projections.
Love flows between us like a strong mountain stream.
Our paths will cross again when it is necessary.
True affection knows no limitations of time or space.
We meet friends and enemies on our journeys and explorations,
but the question remains if they are only a part of ourselves?
How much of what we experience is within our control?
The bonds of passion may yet break into transcendence.
We can liberate ourselves from the illusion of material existence
We should not be afraid of passing through dangerous territories
where specters of our unknowable past lives threaten to eat our strength.
Everything our souls have experienced has brought us here now
to experience a truth between us that is beyond illusion of time and space.

Maya

I wear a veil of illusion like a well-fitting suit
tailor made for me by the infinite creator,
a necessary separation from the undiminished glory of undimmed light
so that my physical form does not simply disappear
and I do not choose to give up my body out of disgust
for the vicissitudes of time, nature, and death.
I am becoming a butterfly but I have much inner work yet to do
before I am ready to leave my cocoon and fly to far away shores.
There is no way I can prepare myself for the future except to continue
on the spiritual path that my higher self has chosen for myself.
to draw me back to the source of life which I have left behind.
Wherever and whenever I step away from the path it still remains
waiting for me to return to it even after the shock of death and birth.
I will eventually return to the abode of eternal bliss, truth, and knowledge.
Along the way I will have spread the light throughout the many universes
There will always come a time in my life when I can become the being
I always dreamed of becoming but which was denied by egoistic desires.
My personality is no longer important to me beyond the desire to excel.
I am not myself and I have never been the physical shell I see in the mirror.
My veil of illusion remains as long as it serves a purpose, though now I do not
I am ready to throw off my chains and embrace the formerly frightening majesty
of an infinite being that transcends all merely human emotions, thoughts, and actions.
We always come back to the same choice until we are ready to dissolve the barrier.
In death we find simple rebirth or else we take our final reward of transcendence.
Spirit is both the key and door of existence without the bonds of human suffering.
It is up to us to recognize the hidden reality beyond the fearsome jaws of death.
But all is one, love conquers all, and God is me, you, everyone, and everything
so why should we fear anything, least of all the end of our human suffering?

Meditation

there is beauty in our past
our mother gives birth to us
our father lets loose his storms
my body is part of the world
the dust and ash and earth
the sky filled with stars
my dreams are set free
on a tiny cloud they float
my soul belongs to the world

Memory

the night comes down over
a sleepy summer town
and the rain falls
on me as I walk
by people already fading
I am a stranger
yet I lived here
my soul yearns for freedom
and there is nothing here
that I can find worthy
before I find my way back home

Messages

Behind every communication is the essence of a heart
Though it may be open or closed the effects are powerful
When we hear what we like it is because of the teller’s love
And when we disagree it is the source of the words that is false
For we are all connected by the need to experience truth
The temporary actions of our embodied soul are great or small
In truth there is never an action that we perform alone
Our great grandfather in the sky has sown His seeds
And the mystery of Mother Earth is solved by equality
Beyond the need for gender specifications we find peace
On every level of the infinite layers of universes
The One Light pervades every atom and each system of thought
Always there is the possibility of perceiving the whole within
We are even now swimming through the ocean of Divine Love
We should see the smiling face of creativity in every waking moment
So we can find that our most secret dreams are now reality

Mind

the clouds illuminated by the moon
were full of her godlike spirit
and the sky went on forever
I dreamt of the sunrise on the ocean
as seen from outer space
the green and blue water illuminated
and the line of night ever retreating
ever shrinking back into more darkness
this was all part of a test
to see if I could discern the difference
between truth and mystery
but always I had been hoping for a time
when the light and dark could be one
but always the ocean reflects my own desires
my vision of her beauty was complete

More Light

Even a star must die, but nothing ever vanishes.
I imagine the soundtrack to the death of a star,
something like Beethoven’s ninth symphony
at high volume with ear firmly pressed to speaker.
In their final sacrifice, the huge stars
give us radiant jewels of heavy metals
from the core of their being, responsible
for all life on planet earth, all atomic constructions
This fact, more than any other characteristic
inside or outside of the vast cosmos
simply amazes me, how can I understand?
Small ones die peacefully.
Big ones grow and then collapse inward
At a speed that is unimaginable to me,
Perhaps even greater than should be possible?
But what do scientists really know
Except the inside of their own heads?
An explosion, mirror of rebirth, a new world
in a brilliant aura of light brighter than
all other stars in its galaxy put together.
Energy creates new matter, disperses throughout the universe,
a rich spray of elements instilled with the consciousness of divinity
impossible to create without that aged star’s death.

Myself

The stars seen in the nighttime
long to be alive as we are
yet we are in tune with their desires.
The music of the cosmos unites us all
in the constant play of want and need
Star of light, come join me in my sorrow.
Heal the thorns from my side and I will
share with you the pangs of earthly life.
Shine your essence through my bodily form
and I will keep you company in the endless
light and darkness which you inhabit.
We are something beautiful to behold
and together we find the peace of ages
andI will die for the truth I have found.
Now I know love is the all conquering force
binding the universe in servitude to the One
while we labor under the illusion of freedom.
That which allows us to perceive the world
has given us the ability to choose our path
yet the destiny of the whole is beyond us.
Dreams can come true for those who are united
with the cosmic will of the great spirit.

The Past

We each have our memories we wish we could forget
Yet awareness of mistakes is the key to understanding
We are not merely collections of atomic energy masquerading
We have the ability and duty to self-reflect our own identity
Our minds are given to us to explore the various ways we can live
If we abandon our past completely we will be lost in the future
It is far better to accept what has come before for what it was
And relish the opportunity to change what yet needs to be done
We are not alone on our journey through the universe’s trials
Despite the constant feeling that we are separated from others
There is only one connection and its power is Absolute Truth
Distance between separated souls is only an illusion of convenience
Beyond time and space we find the ability to be who we truly are
Peace, love, and light surrounds us even in total darkness
All that is necessary to access the truth is force of personal will
The simple conviction that the Self is not alone in the world
Allows us to see clearly the details of our past and future
So we will never feel that life is meaningless or perverse
It is simply the great responsibility and joy we have been given
Which wears down on our conditioning every day
We are meant to take care of the Earth and all living beings
But we have forgotten our purpose and forsaken — Nature’s mercy

New Year’s Eve in the Chelsea Hotel

the city lights shining outside rival the light
of the hidden stars; concentrated human suffering
rises up from the ashes of this civilization
but this distinct scent fails to stop me
from feeling grateful for every little grace
that brought us here now, against the world outside
it is enough that we are here alone together
even though we are food for our dying self’s memory
I look out over the rooftops, past the skyline
toward the blur and a gothic cathedral only a few blocks away
brings me back to myself, the present moment
you are sleeping but it is too hot for me
and I cannot open the window or else
the cold wind will come in and take me away
all worlds must end someday, yet
for the moment I am happy with you
safe from the cold winds blowing
through the streets of Greenwich Village
on the last night of the year
the old world gone forever, greedy time
inexorably eating each precious moment
I am lucky enough to spend with you

No Life Without Music

For whom shall I save my ribbons?
I have yet to find a way I can be happy,
With my birth in allegiance to suffering,
In sex that stains earth with essence of life.
Our biological, mental, spiritual desires begin their work,
Inexorable magic on every layer of consciousness-energy,
Until there is nothing we can do without wanting,
Reasons for thinking, this lust we all once had.
Figures of women pass by, silhouetted in glass windows,
Dancing repositories of worship, occasionally misshapen,
Forms of the Goddess, workers in the art of seduction,
Serving their patriarchal customers on the street.
There is so much I will never know about the Other.
My nature is part of the world of glamour and becoming.

The Oasis

Here among the remnants of Western Civilization
I find solace in this peaceful retreat
We are trapped among the wreckage
Yet happy in our own birthright
Our spirits are strong and can withstand winter
It is summer now and the birds are singing
Each does not care what the other sounds like
They sing because it is in their nature
So too should we sing every chance we get
Our human lives are short and spirit is eternal
We should make the most of each opportunity
These human experiences are a gift
We are trying to learn to see the truth always
We are in training to be angels
The material world is full of beauty
We follow beauty to its source
Truth comes to our desperate hearts
Our souls cry out for freedom
The prison of the chest
Is this the way we were meant to live?
Love for one’s planet
Love for God/Goddess within
Everything revolves around transcendent love
We exist only because of the creator’s love

Ocean Travel

my wife and I were floating in ocean
almost completely submerged
with no ship beneath our feet
we held hands and kept our heads up
we spoke our love to one another
we created one being from two
around us were fellow travelers
indistinct figures up to a mile away
all of us were going the same way
after many days and nights we reached land
neon signs were everywhere on the shore
I sang in the early morning dim light
“wake up, wake up sweet children of earth
we have arrived to the place we are going
now every good thing will come to pass”
we sat in a circle and discussed our previous lives
what we were here to change, to remember
each person had his or her own story to tell

On an Ancient Battlefield

roots reach deep
creating small valleys
ridges in the bark
keep time and memory apart
knots eyeing all that passes
ghosts blowing like leaves
whispering in air through garden
branches give rest for the dead
room in her trunk for ghosts of the past
soldiers from the frontlines of war
ashes buried deep in soil
roots taking their nourishment
from the remains of our ancestors
and the living come to pray,
to liberate the souls fallen,
though there is never communication,
the highest ideals of humanity rise,
allowing the living and the dead
to meet one another in dreams
of the majestic guardian of the hungry ghosts,
visited still with the reasoning
that we owe them something special for their sacrifice.

One

The future is now, and all that loves is loved.
Love conquers all, even against darkness.
It is the single unifying presence that binds us to space and time
for our own education in the ways of the universe.
It is all victorious within the divine framework of existence.
The primordial source of life erects every single moment
Just to allow us to realize the infinite love of He-She-It’s creative power.
Now is the time to accept the truth and there will never be another time.
The past has passed and there is no future except in our minds.
We ride on a wave of time through a labyrinth of decisions
and the monsters and angels we meet along the way are parts of ourselves.
Aggression, fear, and despair are unnecessary distractions that we can choose.
But always there is the possibility that we can overcome our difficulties
and find in the downward slope of decaying morality a chance for change.
The human race will eventually shed the illusion that has allowed us to pollute
our relationship to ourselves,others, and the world around us. This darkness will pass.
There will come a time when we all can embrace the vision of the golden risingsun.

Spirits of the Painted Desert – Promise

The nature of spirit masquerading as human
We are the ones who sing and dance in the moonlight
We are the hope of the future, past, and every moment
Love comes to those who give in to the universal energy
Truth comes to us when we allow the light to shine through
Truth in Beauty; Beauty in Truth; the way things are
Life persists with the constant blessing of that force
There is an universe inside and outside of our hearts
If we do not work to save ourselves no one else can
Through inner peace we can project that outside
The world is connected by subtle energy fields
Spirits hover around us and want to learn to be free
We teach them through our mistakes and triumphs
We are here to help other beings with their attachments
We seem to be divided because we do not see the truth
We love the world and we get only a mixed blessing
Sweet is mixed with sour and there is no end to sorrow
We are attached to that which is illusion and not reality
We do not see the energy inside and outside
We do not need to seek knowledge outside of ourselves
Everything we need to know has already been provided
There is an unknown universe of infinite exploration
Inside we can find the peace we need to prosper
Intuition and innovation expand our consciousness
Our future is the future of everyone else in the galaxy

Passion

Love tolerates no boundaries
of sorrow, need, necessity
as if I am a greedy fish
just trying to take one breath of air.
It will happen when I least expect it,
and I will not truly remember how it ever started.

Past and Future Collide

The house was familiar but never seen before.
This was a location that has never existed on Earth
You are busy taking care of your new baby.
You ask the nursemaid what her name is.
“Gloria, my dear, she likes you very much.”
You cannot see her because your eyes are shut.
No matter how hard you try they will not open.
You hold Gloria close to you in the darkness.
She bites your shoulder, hard, and you laugh.
“She wants her mother’s breast, I think.”
The nursemaid takes Gloria away and you
follow a stranger out to her bus filled with friends.
You sit with the others and they welcome you.
They are passing a chillum pipe filled with hashish.

Pestilence

The gatekeeper of souls
between the pure & rotting corpses
the doors are all locked
but the pariahs are strong
and want to come inside our sanctuary
the pure ones run to the roof
we fly to the northern wasteland,
to the western seas & marshes
on a veranda we find weapons
now there are only a few left

Phases of the Moon

My good half’s birth was tragic
in that my dark half was born
at the same time.
I fell into insanity,
My face scarred with the phases
of the moon, and I developed a
desire to destroy myself.
I went out to find it,
and faceit, even though
its power was equal
to my own.
Every time
I tried to sneak behind it
to put it out of its misery,
it slipped away easily.
I remembered how I had
heard my teacher say evil
was only an affliction
of the mind.

Power

after standing under Satan’s banner
I begin to take on his powers
I can control people’s minds
people congregate around me
wanting me to help them
but all I do is help myself
finally I ask everyone to hold hands
and I reach out with love instead of hate
and I care for my former enemies
I have passed some kind of test
but I don’t know if I can ever
fully escape the source of my strength

Letter to God

Please excuse me for leaving off the proper salutation,
Though I hope that we have something between us
That overshadows tradition, however flawed,
My words enough to turn your senses to my presence,
My existence within the world, itself flawed,
Though created with certain gifts, uncertain mind,
I will try not to ask for more than I truly want,
Nor despair when you take away what I do not need.
Why are we here, and why am I afraid of despair?
Grief and sorrow follow close behind ecstasy
And I want to know why this is true, why
I have spent so many nights crying alone?

Professor

I walk down the hallway
Led by the indifferent man
He sits behind his oak desk,
Incapable of being surprised by anything,
Least of all my sputtering attempts to speak.
Behind him a mountain of books.
Enough literature to last forever.
The light dim and casting deep shadows
Over his face. His sharp white teeth
Contrast with the jet black hair.
He hands me a journal.
I do not recognize these scribblings.
Yet they once were my own.

Prophecy

dark figures of human beings
visit my dreams to hide
from floating through air
and what might lie beyond
the sorrow binding them to life
they tie themselves to the earth
through suffering, illusion, self-deceit
a few escape by cutting the rope
clasping tightly to a golden thread
that has fallen from a purple cloud
a million years from now
men and women will still
be readying their boats
to sail across the ocean
to the land beyond sun and moon
beyond the wind

Purpose

There are many souls who are ready for the Absolute Truth
They long for freedom from karma and will pay any price
The goal for our species is Union with the Uncaused Cause
Though many are trapped in the material world’s maya
There is so little we truly understand about ourselves
Who we are and who we think we are are seldom the same
We have the blessed opportunity to surrender to Love
Through our choices we can draw closer to perfection
Sometime we will all be able to elevate the consciousness
We can be happy just to live in transcendent appreciation
Intoxication of maya in constant ups and downs will fade
Our souls will eventually embrace devotion as the means
And remembering the One in all things to be the final end
There will come a time when we will grow weary of reincarnation
Our spiritual path leads inexorably toward the Supreme Goal
The ones who cannot lift themselves out of illusion may yet
There is nothing we can do to create except by personal will
The source is without negativity except in our perception
Me, Myself, andI are simply ways of excluding
It is our destiny to return to the spiritual world beyond time

Rain

Every night the same conflict rages in the spiritual ethers
For only ten righteous men and women our planet is saved
From the destruction of fire, water, earth, and air disasters
We are spirit eternal and physical death only leads to new birth
Through the purification of suffering we learn from our mistakes
Even the ignorant should not fear the future though it be dark
And Earth continues to provide sustenance even to those
Dark embodied spirits who do not respect Her divine gifts
Though it may take us millions of reincarnations to pass
The tests which have been lovingly placed to forge our character
The highest soul destiny of each individual will eventually prevail
Some of us may simply have to wait for the next go around
Infinite universes have come into being and will rise from the cosmic dreamer
The question remains though: “How long do I want to wait for liberation?”

Reality

I dream that the sunflowers
bloom over the entire earth
I dream that my ancient lover
talks to me about the mystery
that humans will never solve
as long as they remain on Earth.
I dream six billion hearts
beating as one, and everyone
caring about everyone else
as we all try to find our true selves.

Realizations in the Age of Misfortune

I have traveled through this material world for millions of
lifetimes.
I do not remember why I chose to come to Earth so long ago.
I cannot imagine how I alone can make a difference here.
Much better that I surrender myself and become zero
Yet this world is beautiful. I find myself happy just in
remembering.
There is really nothing to be afraid of in this or any world.
All of the holy names are filled with the universal power.

Reflection

when I look in the mirror
there is an older man
another one behind him
so on down a long line
until I cannot see the end

Revisiting The Past

I remember when life and death
hung by a single thread.
You sat on the edge of a balcony,
overlooking a garden,
the only thing that could save you
was my own choice.
I thought if I saved you,
my life would not be ruined.

Rome

The dark that came before shall come again.
The eyes of the falcon god number three.
Astral travelers visit from time to time.
The tall, thin, spectral twins shall come.
A beginning, middle, end.
The sacred air, water, and land shall be preserved.
By the power of alternate realities, awareness es.
Good, evil, balance.
The dark that came before shall come again.
Distraction appears when one is near the goal.
Leader, follower, country.
There are so many things I wish I could tell you.
Silver, sapphire, emerald.
Singing, starlight, moonbeam.
Words of power, names of significance.
The dark that came before shall come again.
The goal of the animalistic human is to grow smaller.
We are the destroyers and the preservers.
The lion within must constantly fight the hyena.
Every thought, idea, and god has its opposite.
Seeker, master, lover.
Universal mind unites both light and darkness.

Sanctuary

When your soul is lonely,
and nobody seems to care,
come to the secret place at night,
between the bones of elephant gods
and the remains of ancient cities,
the lilac is blooming magnificent.
We will give you your fill in love,
all you must do is will it to be true.
You will find a new kind of peace,
a feeling that you cannot describe,
in the depths of your secret heart,
for the rest of your days and nights,
here in the mountains of the planet,
under the sun and dark blue sky.

Scenes in Nature

see the sun at noon
reflected in the still water
see the crescent moon
more beautiful than her lover
we have come from distant shores
we stay in our simple huts
our land glows blue by moonlight
our days are bright and lovely
we are happy to hear the trees singing
living is learning to reach for the sun
despite heavy rain and storming sky
there is always hope for the future
because she is so terribly cold
we love the laurel tree
she sings a sad song of loss
we learned a long time ago
sounds of animals playing
wind rustling through trees

Science of Religion

a universe contained in numbers
each factor of the divine equation
some small segment of reality
branching out in a complex pattern
that is completely beyond our comprehension
by surrender and remembrance we
focus our time here on earth on absolute truth
if we are living every moment as a lesson
repeated in thousands of different ways
sometimes something impossible appears
the mystical realm beyond society
the borders between nature and spirit
something beyond ordinary experience
we can poke up our head for a look around
at that threshold between illusion and reality
where the living can meet the dead
and we can tell our stories together
where the darkness and the light mingle
we who have tasted the forbidden fruit
chant the holy names at the shore of the Western Sea
no black tears but only tears of happiness

Self Knowledge

I want to help the world but I do not know how I possibly can.
Everything seems counterproductive and I sabotage myself.
There are occasional moments of clarity when I make sense
to myself. But there is always the question about who I really am
and why I am living in the particular time and place.
External reality was the playground of the great spirit
The only concern was to know the group as one heart.
Unconditional love for the other as one’s self was common,
There was perfect union of spirit with the individual soul.
There was no “I and mine” only integration of desire and need.
Peace, prosperity, and purity were the foundations of culture.
Now it is up to the few of us who remember this reality
to elevate the world’s consciousness back to the One.
The only way to change the world without making it worse
is to seek answers only inside your own heart, the true altar.

Sex

We were flying through the sky, high
above the clouds, I could see everything.
We came in for a landing, and nicked
one of the wings on the ground, we spun
and came out alright in the end.
We left our airplane for the grassy hills.
Deep in the forest, beyond the city airport,
we found our place among the settlers.
We found our house, the master was sick,
laughing hysterically but also crying.
We sat down together on the bench, me
and one black-haired girl, one blonde.
We retired to our bedrooms, me with the blonde.
‘I feel sorry for her,’ I whisper in the beauty’s ear.
We could hear the dark haired woman screaming,
she had been locked in her room alone upstairs.
We sat up in our bed and looked out the window.
Two nuns were walking side by side in deep conversation.
We laid down together and forgot our inhibitions.
She caressed the hair that had grown over my heart.
‘Her man has gone missing in the wild lands,’
she whispered to me, ‘that is why she still screams.’

Song Laughter Heart

Even now in the galleries of memory,
we share the same fate, to be lost in this night,
lost to time’s inexorable progress.
Today I walk over broken sidewalks
eros and amore mark my brain with trenches,
front lines in the war. I have wanted her so long.
She gazes into the distance, smoking a cigarette.
Wouldn’t you like to go away for a long time?
She is far away now. I cannot even hear her speak.
I feel her inhabiting her body as a kind of Eden,
taking and giving the fruits of the trees, silent sentinels
guarding us in the darkness from certain trouble.
So many times we sat together, silent and expecting some miracle
that never came. There were always ways to spend our time.

Spirit

I have climbed endless staircases
I have listened to a weeping willow
I have visited the houses of twilight
where mad and desperate spirits dwell
I have traveled the world
But I am always drawn to my homeland
I have searched for the truth
And found nothing but false reflections
I am in control of my destiny
There is nothing I cannot do
I can walk on the clouds
Sky is my playground

Summer Night

you are smoking a hand rolled cigarette
while drops of rain slow their fall
your hair glows in moonlight
outside all is quiet in this garden
your eyes are green with a ring
of darker green surrounding them
as if they were composed of foam
on the surface of a sea after a storm
smiling in the glow of the moonlight
the all-attractive one smiles hidden

Sweet Auspiciousness

Each day we are blessed with the sun rising
Our physical bodies vibrate with light
We shine in ecstasy in summer
And winter gives us time to contemplate
The full moon glows in our brains
We receive energy from the universe
We are never alone in our sorrow
We are constantly confused about the truth
Mountains of truth remain during storms
What we cannot have today will come
Our souls are tied to Earth until we are satisfied
Now we have the chance to help
We have earned our liberation but choose to stay
Bodhisattvas of Compassion are we all
The world needs a higher vibration of love
The way to salvation is assured for the humble
We only need to surrender to our own destiny
We find that the Divine Mother contains us
She meets the consciousness in our brain and we are free
No longer to be I and me but only the one reality
Earth has a long way to go to reach transcendence
We have the opportunity to change things drastically
We are shifting to this higher center of love even now
There is nothing we can gain from holding to the old
Only disease flows from the ones in control
When we let go of our material possessions we gain all
Having everything we realize we want nothing
We become as God/Goddess Him/Herself
Beyond duality, we become the great I am that I am
And there is no longer any cause for fear

Beauty of Form

I listened to his words,
and I harkened back
to the days when I heard
first life forming sounds,
and then there was
something and nothing
together was because,
and there was light,
darkness was not the end,
and sound meant
that feeling was
working in the space
between what we know
as a race of small eggs
in a sea of possibilities
and the divine above and below
in the center of information
language and reason
we may yet find an answer
to the eternal mysteries of life.

Cat Crouches at the Window, Basking in Sunlight

He licks the gray fur on his paw, then rubs his head.
The cat does not know much of the outside world.
He sees a brick wall, avenue, cars parked, and a few buildings.
How can he know of the temple heart?
I will tell you. He watches from inside the window .
Outside a female orange and white cat sniffs a blade of grass.

Cosmic Dreamer

Lying in the bed of lotus flowers in the cosmic ocean
The Father of innumerable worlds has dreamt all creation
Everything that has been, will be, and is happening now
Has already been foreseen by the source of our souls
Yet nothing has been predetermined as if etched in stone
We are co-creators with the felicity granted by our maker
Mother Nature provides us all the tools to satisfy our desires
She offers us the fruit of our actions and causes us to know
From the One who is, was, and shall be transcending time and space
Came the many forms that constantly change in their growth and decay
The Source is the only permanent desire in all the universes
Even the heaven of righteous souls is yet tied to materiality
The temporality of our current position is only a guide
To recognize being outside of time in union with the One
We may worship our father and mother but we should remember
The Absolute Truth is the Lord of all sacrifices we may offer
There is nothing that is not an emanation of the Spiritual Energy
Good and bad are simply lessons for the perfection of the soul
The Self does not die and can never be born except through illusion
Yet there is always a chance to become contaminated by ignorance
The weight of suffering allows the Self after many lifetimes to ask
The questions which begin the path of return
“Who am I and why am I here?”

Deep

Thousands of cactus flowers drift down
In the sunlit sky that smells of sweat
Abreeze from beyond mountains
Blows the dust of the desert away
Change comes again to my homeland
From far away the wind brings its tales
Sailors who have wandered far from home
Whisper of whales larger than houses
Guardians of the secret, the dark areas
Where even stranger life dwells in wait

Seven Rivers of the Underworld

Past the veil of illusory death
Into the great unknown territory
How can we hope to see without light?

Demiurge

Is death a master of our lives? No need for questions
beyond the realization that there are levels of control.
The one in charge of our planet is enlightened but not absolute
and that is why we are accepted and allowed to choose as we wish.
We are just as much a part of the breath of life as the demigods.
Some could say they are necessarily beholden to our own higher selves.
The source of the universe is within and without us despite illusion.
Every time we are aware and awake to our destiny we can feel
through infinity the source of all that is, was, and shall be.
through humility we come to know our own divinity.

Supreme Love of Nature and Beauty

I became one with the Spirit of Life
there was no longer any worry or doubt
In that divine presence of forest
there is yet peace eternal for me

Eternal Now

Yesterday, the world came to an end,
and today the trees are dancing in the wind.
I have awoken as if from a dream to find I am ready,
but there are endings and are there are Endings.
But all endings are just beginnings in disguise.
I am not myself, for I am everything and nothing,
once again I realize fear is only illusion, part of life,
yet its reality is within the experience of every moment.
Bliss never changes but we sometimes lose sight,
and when we least expect peace, we breath in and out.

First and Last

Recognize that we are here on Earth only to understand why
Out of all the other planets in the universe we are here
The reason for our existence is known by the great sages
Yet the vast majority of people only bother to guess
For the few who are ready to begin seeking the truth
The first step forward is very difficult and painful
It seems as if the whole world is out to get them
Who can you trust when you cannot trust yourself?
The neophyte seeks ask questions no one can answer
But eventually they learn to listen to the voice within
One must first master his or her own mind to understand
Totally outstanding events draw him or her onward
There are no coincidences and everything happens for a reason
We must learn to regain our knowledge of our true selves
The world is suffering because we have forgotten our identity
People are constantly identifying themselves as their bodies
Once you have found yourself to be the spirit soul not the mind
You realize are all connected by transcendent consciousness

First Step

For world peace there is no tomorrow, only today
If we want our children to be happy and living
We must stand up and do everything we can
Against the forces of violence and anger
People are never our enemies, only their ignorance
We are the ones responsible for our own actions
Our dreams do not have to be filled with destruction
We can all affect the bonds of our creation
We have the power to pray and disarm
A new age of peace and consciousness is dawning
There is nothing we have to do except listen
It is our hope to make the transition easy
There is no reason for us to be selfish now
We are atthe horizon of tranquility

The Goddess

Lady of the Night, sing to me of my past
You who give and take away all pleasure
I would hide in your comforts for a while
This lifetime is so short and memory long
And my soul longs for your loving embrace
Let your golden radiance surround me
I beg the ecstasy of your divine favor
There is no other reason for me to be here on Earth
(The paradox of human duality exists to fulfill our needs)
Than to succumb, in the end, to your temptations
You who have been all forms of companion
Across the many incarnations I have experienced
Most beautiful One known by innumerable names
You have never abandoned me, only I you
Every form of energy in the universe is but a part of you
Love and Hate, Light and Dark, are your emanations
I am helpless without you and strong with your grace
There is no other God but Goddess, and no Goddess but God
You are the Divine force within and without my physical shell
Teach me to trust you above all material desires
Protect me from the poison of pride and anger
Bless me with your love as you have before
There is nothing I desire more in all the worlds
Mother, Sister, Lover, Friend, and Daughter
Source of all life and destination beyond death
Take me once again into your loving embrace

The Golden Age

Love and no separation between humanity
Man and woman together without exploitation
The white light of the moon revered as beauty itself
The golden sunlight washing us all in joy
Every possibility of existence present now
The divine spark of creation realized anew
Humanity living in balance with itself and nature
Our awareness expanding beyond the universe
No longer the illusion of duality and division
The river of our soul finds its path to the ocean
Life, love, and compassion no longer abstractions
Things as they are and and how we wish them to be

The Great Change

We are currently under the influence of illusion.
We think we are the doer and not just a part of the whole.
Every breath we take is a chance to remember.
We are coming to a time when people will start wondering.
Religion may yet come to mean a science and not belief.
We are too afraid of surrender to experience true consciousness.
Love, hate, goodness, and ignorance are all part of a play.
All of the world’s religions from the past 5,000 years
are simply saplings left to grow protected by tradition.
Only by coming together outside of sectarian boundaries
can we heal our relationship with mother earth and father sky.
That connection allows us to reclaim our intelligence.

The Hunter

Riding my horse over the plains,
we are attempting to sway our buffalo
to move a certain way and speed,
but rugged terrain has its own way
of turning animals aside and back
again to hunt you from behind.
I fall into the trap of thinking
too highly of my own skills,
and I break away from the group,
hunting one particular bull
who crashes into underbrush,
and I go in after it without
a thought.
My horse thinks
it is going to break its legs,
so it bucks me off,
and I am left flying
through the air at speed,
toward the thorny ground.
I feel the crushing weight
Later, I open my eyes
and the dark hair
of my lover is there,
falling all around my face.
Her face is streaked in blood,
and tears.
Some new man
I do not know is there,
holding her around her
delicate and dainty shoulders.

The Myth of Free Will

It was beautiful to think we were actually in control
There is nothing in this world of change that is eternal
Love for every living being is an expression of surrender
A personal relationship develops for those who are ready
We can never truly die except by our own choice
The source of our mind, body, and soul is that one
We have the gift of being able to transcend material nature
We are the benefactors of unconditional love and forgiveness
Everything that we enjoy and create here on Earth is only temporary
Our highest destiny is to realize our true identity as spirit souls
We are fortunate to be given the chance to go back home to the source
Though we have forgotten the truth of our existence in the spiritual world

Myth of the Eternal Return (2008)

Might I learn to be happy in a one hundred degree January?
We are at the edge of what we cannot even begin to comprehend.
Perhaps we will return from our demise many aeons from now,
and put back on again the veil of nature’s sustenance to disguise
our scarred and battle weary souls from the great entropy machine
at the center of our known universe, with outposts in all galaxies.
Every life we see is a holdover from the big bang – a smiling face,
the yolk of an egg in the dragon cave at the center of the universe.

The New People

we bring in the sun and moon
for the rest who are frail
we hold the water of life
out to the thirsty animals
we are the ones who must
care about others despite
a world full to the brim with evil
and good we may yet prevail
though the nights are long and cold
we have the shadows of twilight
though life itself may seem
meaningless, we will reach out
with our bodies bared to the wind
our hearts given to other lovers
we must not give up the faint hope
of that other half we were searching for
our entire lives spent in pursuit
of happiness fleeting as the wind

The New History

The iron age of misfortune is well on its way
I am swiftly using up all of my patience
Love, peace, and prosperity are very scarce
Yet there remains an inner vision of change
My body is a temple but I do not honor it
I am living in my own dream on borrowed time
My life is spent within the perfect imagination
My teacher passes divine information to me
Though I am unqualified to receive it
Everything that ever was or shall be
Consciousness is my gift from the creator
I should use it to advance its will and not my own
I have a mind to experience the cosmic nature
But my false ego limits my perspective
The seeds of change were sown hundreds of years ago
The way for me to find what I am looking for is clear
My eternal devotion transcends the current situation
I do not always recognize this essential unity
There is no other way for me to heal myself
From this unity emanates the cosmic consciousness-energy

The Oracle

The sky was seen falling last week
By an oracle spending time in an insane asylum.
The National Enquirer reports in great detail.
He has predicted elections to 99% accuracy.
No one should worry; the end of the world
Will not come this week,or even next.
He tells the reporters what they want
Will not be until summer’s last day,
Three billion years after the first human
Left the vast plains of Africa.
The sun will fade into a cold cloud.
Only dim light will remain to bathe the earth.

The Pale Lady

I leaned back and touched by toes, with my eyes
staring transfixed into the almost full radiance of moon
I breathed in and out with the force of divine life
and I bent my body into a crescent to feel her power
The wind blew through the trees in answer to my prayer
From out of the shadows of the city which kept me as a prisoner
a lady wrapped in a silk dress of the dark blue sea
placed her hand on my head in a gesture of blessing
“How is it that I continue to love you and your kind
though it has been many changing of the moons since
people have walked as a race in the light of my rays
with full understanding of respect and worship of me?”
She smiled down at me as I straightened my body
and bent forward to touch forehead to soft grass
“Though many may live in ignorance of your beautiful power
Once we were great in your estimation but now we merely survive”
I touched her pale feet barely visible in the folds of her dress
and kissed the earth below my head in ecstasy of her presence
She raised me then from my supplication and led me away
I followed her through the darkness to a chosen destination
We reached the edge of the Pacific Ocean roiling with storms
I crouched in front of her as she wrote my destiny in the sand
and filled me with the flame of passion as a beacon of hope

The Power of Surrender

Our lives are only given true meaning by service to others
If I am selfish I cannot help but rot from within
We are given the opportunity to lose our fear completely
We can find existence without envy, lust, or anger
If we are empty the universe will fill us with blessings
But if we cannot let go of materiality we will have nothing
There is a science for the fulfillment of our soul’s destiny
We have to sacrifice false ego for our greater good
The creator of the universes knows how to take care
Death has no power over those who know their self
Only in complete surrender to the universal love energy
Can we ever hope to be stable in personal happiness
We cannot wait for some future day that will never come
We can reestablish union with the divine
Each and every day we must renew our bond with that force
We are the balance and the hope for the world around us
Once we give everything we will gain everything
Our bodies are only temporary vessels for our soul
Every breath is a gift and we should remember that
If we go deep within ourselves and dismiss false ego
We will find the cosmic light of consciousness-energy

The Quiet Man

His face is drawn, focused somewhere distant, on death perhaps
Eyes ablaze with the fire of childish curiosity, proud
Of a lifetime’s accomplishments, though his body lies
And by the simple misstep, his legs falter, a shroud
Falls over his daughter’s face, she ignores the stares,
And I want to help them. They draw me from my cloud
I like to wander alone in the company of strangers, trying a delicacy
Such as a chocolate pie that he has just dropped onto the patio floor,
That even now she is picking up, a desire rises in me
To help these two people as they are struggling through the door
I focus my mind, sharpened by the coffee and closeness.
All the possibilities of nature’s abundance.
I only rise a few inches from my chair before my conscience
Tells me to leave them alone, not to make him appear a clown
The other people sit outside on the patio with us in hip clothes.
He walks onward without stopping to see his daughter stoop down,
She prepares to reveal all of that week’s gossip and complaints,
While myself and the others listen to all of what she has learned.
She knows some things that are important to us all
Such as the course of a family’s life, dealing with entropy,
The slow decay of life into darkness, with eyes yet blazing.

The Right Thing

That which seems toughest to begin usually is the right thing
What tastes like honey in the beginning turns into poison
Our lives are hard on this planet because we do not belong here
It may take 100 million lifetimes but we will all eventually return
Our souls may in fact compost back into the universal form
The question you must ask yourself is what in this life is worth dying for
The answer depends on your level of attachment to the material world
There is much beyond our mundane understanding of what happens
Though we have forgotten that this is only illusion we yet have hope
This is only one planet out of billions of universes all limited by time
The One who created us is situated beyond our ego mental vision
We have the opportunity to join the creator in eternal blissful love
There is no knowledge which does not come from this source
Imperfect breakthroughs in material science will eventually fail
The source of all mysteries can only be approached with humility
We cannot think of ourselves as the supreme whole and be successful

The Way Things Are

The living rock of my heart beating still and sending energy to my mind
fears the thunder in your voice and the delicate sundering of my past.
Sounds and pictures of lovers past and future pass through my memory,
and within me is a terrible understanding of all the ways I have failed you.
For every living being now pained by the beauty of our white goddess
I salute the bravery required to continue living in the face of despair.
Our love has lasted for millions of lifetimes and yet it is constantly renewed.
When will our constant coming and going be finished in the ecstasy of now?

The Woman of Modern Times

The mad girl with green eyes dies today
After holding the large rectangular green gem too close
To her neck. The magic symbol written there in Kenji
Offers the means of her destruction.
Her eyes speak of a life of wondering constantly
About everything there is to know under the stars.
We have a similar sense of humor. We are both ironic.
Slightly skewed from the norm of most people.
Islands are we all, epicenters of creation and destruction,
Self-contained geniuses, leaving mental speculation
For the mad ones. Maintenance of our body
Protecting the land is the primal directive of our species.
She forgets how to operate in this world of appearances;
Constantly on guard except against what she does not fear.
She was taught from a young age how men would take,
But she did not experience the fullness of betrayal until today.
Even when as a young one, her cousin taught her a new game,
The resulting loss of innocence did not dull her feeling.
She has given up the art of loving, except in secret,
Even to herself. There are so many ways to lie.
And each one has its place in the conduct of our lives together.
I want so much to save her from the death which is already foreseen,
As if my simple wishes might somehow change the inexorable progress of time.
But I have heard rumors of a place that is beyond the edge of ocean.
There we may be happy together, for a time, and forget the past.
The man in black and the white lady can search for us a while.
Though she dies today I also know a birth is possible, probable even.
How else would I allow myself to remain cognizant to the bitter end?

Thought

the strong one remains at peace
until falling through every hell
he reaches the foundation below
white against the black of death
the praying monk at the center
can access the One’s thoughts
love breaks the sanctuary of the grave
a rainbow of colored light on a wheel
turning with every prayer caught by wind
layers of consciousness expand
outward the virtue of the nuptial
metal and the flesh combine
the blood falls slowly from the sky
the river drawn towards the ocean
time is a fractal ever more complex
our lives mirror the histories of empires

Treasure Map

Always it is best to start from where we already are.
We have been given the gift of the entire creation.
The cosmic vibration defines every cell of who we are.
That is why we will always be unhappy as long as we seek
truth outside of our spirit soul which lies within our heart.
with higher consciousness we can devote ourselves to the truth.
To know this absolute truth is the goal shared by every serious seeker,
yet we may find that our paths cross each other’s more than once.
The only way we can understand this is to surrender to the void.
The single point of light that is our soul will fill the darkness
with the divine energy of infinitely small copies of the One.
but until then it is our fortune to explore the frontiers of the past.
We may have to cross oceans of ignorance to reach our home,
The path of our souls’ destiny is mapped within our hearts,
we can hear the word and follow the truth exposed by illumination.
Our tiny sparks will one day find a way back to the ocean of light
so we will no longer have to provide our own light or reflect the sun.
Until then I have the pleasure and privilege of contemplating lost love.

Uncertainty

I tried to use the bathroom in her house
but the water overflowed and soaked me.
I saw a folded up old man climb out
from the stomach of her former lover.
We listened to old psychedelic records
and climbed into the sleeves to sleep.
All of my dealings with her were strange.
I could not seem to get my bearings.
She smiled at me and said nothing.
I suppose she is beyond language.
She brought me to a darkened room.
There were many people dancing.
They needed to be told what to do.
I drew circles on paper and they followed.

Union

All that is needed for divine communion is knowledge
We can see the fingerprints of the one creator in our soul
The universal form is beyond everything but transcendence itself
Through eyes unclouded by material attachment we may see
The unmanifested original personality as a close friend
Everything and everyone is an expansion of the Absolute
The purpose of our lives is to remember and serve Spirit
We are a part of the One yet we have been given individuality
The constant game of duality draws some closer to Truth
The unhappiness we experience is only a symptom of ignorance
The whole universe rests in one primeval consciousness and energy

Universal Peace

When we can learn to let the universal peace flow outward
We will find that all the world resembles our best dreams
All holy names are manifestations of the transcendent one
The infinite universes are here to supply all of our desires
As long as we desire to lord it over material nature
Our world will be defined by violence and greed
But eventually we must learn to renounce our sorrow
The fortunate ones begin to inquire as to the nature of spirit
We ask questions such as what happens to us after we die
Once we have surrendered ourselves completely we are healed
Action no longer produces karmic positive and negative effects
We must always attempt to purify our consciousness with peace
Illusion is strong and hides the reality of spirit from our mind
Our identity as individual souls is a comforting realization
We can then understand that there is no need to fear death
We should consider ourselves privileged expansions of the source

Universe

we are just a gust of wind
a flame rising up the tree
a wave crashing against
a shore of a limitless ocean
we are just a particle
or wave of energy
in an infinite universe
that is waiting to be discovered
we can understand it all
find peace and wisdom
if we but truly offer
the right questions

Vampires

Secret houses in this city of walking ghosts
Keep their masters hidden from our listless eyes
Angels and devils walk the streets at night
We find ourselves shivering as we pass them by
I wish I could take part in this supernatural ritual
Whereby the fate of the world is decided by conflict
But this morning all I can believe in is myself
And the limited senses of animalistic abandon
There is a secret that I cannot even guess now
I am too blind to the truth which surrounds me

Vision of Awareness

Language-Information-Symbols are flowing freely
Without the constraint of only logical thought
Though from where do these images of beauty originate?
And how many times have I asked this?
I am isolated from my own discontent
In the world around me there is only sorrow
But why should I feel unhappy with this?
By what right do I assert my will?
Just yesterday Justin Timberlake sang for an audience
And today the frozen spinach has E Coli
Where is the point where beingness approaches space?
How can I learn to restrain my mind?
There seems to be no way to still the churning of senses
But I will spend my life trying

Visitation

She showed me the land reclaiming the right to grow
She brought me to the acid lakes and I saw death
but from the poisonous waters grew new brave life.
“Always, I will find a way,” She said and smiled.
“What is a human being?” I asked Her, but she shook her head.
If I could not come up with the answer she could not help.
“I am only here to provide the energy of the universe!
What more can man ask of me than the creative force?”
I felt within me Her Consciousness.
We stood by an inland sea and I felt a strong wind from the west.
The sun was just beginning to rise over the eastern plains.
When a blue light appeared in the sky, the symbol of a new star.

Wandering Poet

on this cool sunny morning
most people are still asleep
dreaming secrets and nightmares
I watch him as he walks
down a hill through Chinatown
I am not afraid, but awed
his song moves in and out
with a breeze from the bay
I wonder why he is here
of all days in the year
of all seasons in my life
I am lucky to hear him now
a slow procession forms behind
people rub sleep from their eyes
while his voice calls more
to follow him on his journey

We Are All the Same, But Different

The trees on the mountains are calling for help
They cannot withstand the destruction we bring
With our love we can save the world from ourselves
If only we could perceive our connection to the beauty in nature
She in her resplendent glory would provide all our desires
The water calls to us from rivers, lakes, and seas
“The balance is coming undone by your ignorant ways!”
And yet Mother Earth continues to support our lives
Divine love beyond that which most of us experience
We feed on the energy of the planet without bothering to pray
And we do not know why we are alive except to survive at any cost
Another day and night in a series of personal conflicts
Things to come will require more spirit than we now have
It will take all of us working together to survive this future
In the silent moments we hear the hum of the divine motor
Ushering us all in the direction of evolution towards divinity
There are better ways to live than we have yet dreamed
We are all headed for the same goal, each on a different path

What Happens After What Remains of the Beloved

We must forget the family we have left behind,
it is for them that we go alone on this journey.
When everything we have ever been or could
have been flashes before our consciousness,
our path leads us alone through the wilderness
confronting demons and angels along the way,
and the universe is not even the end.
There lies a space beyond time.

What Is Life?

It occurs to me that we are all adrift
on an ocean of chaos, with only
imagery half remembered, sunsets long ago,
from a time when we were safe
from falling over the edge of a cliff ,
which represents the end of human civilization,
and each moment of clarity bringing
us closer to a true understanding of ourselves.
It did not strike me at first as being a hard thing,
but the more I came to think about it,
I felt as if the meaning would forever escape me,
but then I heard the laughter of little children.

Within the Secrets of the Flesh

I feel like I am sealing my doubt within
How can I choose between two lives
Let alone the vast expanse of choice
Facing me at this very moment
Should I turn to some kind of faith
Or the shadow of a former love
Even the sadness in my lover’s face
I do not know where I am going
I do not even know myself
All I know is that I need to be
What I was told I could be
What I want is not to be afraid
A certain kind of action
Without regret or sacrifice
Except in the heat of the moment
No thought to the end of my life
Or the countless ways she
Might be the one who
Brings me to my knees
In surrender

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