Wednesday, October 12, 2016

What was this dream?
A fabrication in my psyche
It has the power to awaken me
To make me feel.
It is my psyche throwing up spoilage.
Gathering these stray feelings and wringing them out
Removing the stain of old hurts
Old resistances
Yield to love
Open my heart
Awaken your tenderness.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Fruit of the Poet-tree

My underlying belief is that
Bad begets good
And good begets good.
So when bad things happen,
I hold fast to the light
Like it is a branch in a waterfall
Rushing to hit bottom
At first my mind is tossed about helplessly
I am overturned and submerged again and again
But I turn myself right side up again.
Something in me resigns.
I exhale, see the Tranquility
That is the ground of my Being
And I know that no loss can shake me loose
From this tree that I cling to.
It is my Poet-tree.
And I eat of its fruit.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

She Va

Should I do this? Should I do that?
There’s a bigger game afoot
And its best not to edit while you write
Because when you pause to correct,
You skip a step
You miss the real river of TIME
Flowing , following, falling
You break out of the flow
Pause for contemplation
And in order to catch the current-sea again
You have to catch-up
Breathe hard, walk faster
Get stronger Physically
And then the Container has
EX-PAN-DED
X-pansion    Xpension
Xpense
Pensive
Pen
Siva

Friday, November 28, 2014

The weight of a thought

Many thoughts float by.
I grasp,
They disappear.
Gone.
Not a trace of the
Intelligence from
Which they originate.

Its not the thoughts I'm after.
Its the Intelligence, that knows that
She who grasps loses.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Here we go again, you and I down Crisis Road.
But my heart whispers: "Christ is in the crisis."
I feel the skin of my ego thinning
As the uncertainty deepens and the options
evaporate like sea foam.

I feel the T within me.
The cross of my crucifiction, is the story of my misforTune.
But what if heaven were on earth?
Why everything would be inverted then.
ForTune would become misforTune
And misforTune forTune.

There's a lesson in that swing from one extreme
To the other.
Stand fast says my Soul.
I can suddenly hear that voice of deeper wisdom
Grown more numinous.
Speaking to me.




The Wait of a Thought

The weight of a thought is
Ephemeral
Immeasurable
In the distance between
thought and keys

What if all your thoughts were right thoughts?
Like jewels
Which you cannot wait to write down.

In my moments of
Prescient Presence,
I notice that there IS
in the ABSENCE
of idle thoughts
An attention and
Thoughtless Energy.

In the moment
That THINKS NOT of the past
And WAITS NOT for the future
Intelligence is utilized
into PER-SEIVING
the Present
Into acting instant-aenously
In the mo-ment-ality
With a full deck of in4mation
Whole-o-graphic V-shen
Great Attitude.

So what does a thought weigh?
Does it weigh you down?
Does it lift you up?
Is there power in your response
In the Mo-ment?

Which thoughts make your
consciousness FLOAT
On a C of Eternity?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

What happens when you shift yourself to a higher vibration?


A transmutation occurs within
And from that inner marriage
And meeting of
Heart and Mind
Desire and Wisdom
Something else occurs
Your words find wings
And you are able to lift your thoughts
Upon the bootstraps of your words
Into the frequency of elation.
Now elation is not the giddy joy
Of an ignorant fool who misses the point of attention
Elation is a frequency,
Bright white electric pulse of non judgment
With a sustained joy that comes from being God.
Elation finds the creative current
The current of transformation
That WE must ride,
WE HUMANS,
Thrown together on the new clear currents of a dis-aster
Called Spaceship Earth.
It is a challenge to see the star in dis-aster,
But I’ll shine my light on you
And see the star that you are
And you will shine more brightly on me.
And together we’ll light up other people’s hearts
With Love.
And what little precious time we may have left on this planet
We will savor, every drop, every precious drop of Life as we know it.

It is the most sacred thing, this moment.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

The strength of my surrender

Is unspeakable
It is in the moment
When I accept that
My dreams are dashed to the ground
And crawl up through the rubble
My body aching
That the real dream rises up in me
Shining and resplendent.
Scraping the clouds...
For I AM
that Figure sitting
Legs dangling on the crescent moon
Head in the clouds
Fishing story.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

My refrain

Raze the hills of judgement
Level the valleys of despair
Make it plain
That the Divine refrain
Is an extra-ordinary affair

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The silent G


It is not that far that we have strayed from the path,
Just a fraction of a millimeter,
Too far for wisdom, beauty out of sight
So near! Is it easy to step over the line?
Yes, absurdly so. Just give up the ghost.
And get aliGned.
To the silent G, and the major Sea
Of Consciousness.

Love frequently


I tune into the frequency of elation
A high wall of energy ~just behind~
the traffic of the normal state
A grand canyon of stillness
Capable of receiving strong winds
With equanimity
Joy the discipline,
That holds firm the banner
Of clarity, charity, and going beyond
Disparity.
Joy, the libation
That expands the chest muscles
A rush of oxygen
An accordion of
An inner knowing
Billows.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Catalyst


To cause a change
Yet remain unperturbed.
To lean a ship,
A relationship
This way. That way
Every which way.
Until there’s no more inclinations
Only inklings.
And the ridge of Earth
Between the furrows.
Ploughed All Ways to One Way.