A butterfly, three mirrors and a candle

Gary
The salute was developed by those
protecting their eyes from the Light.
I remember when we bathed in it,
And it washed us clean,
And there was love and laughter.

Still, a butterfly, three mirrors and a candle.

Lakshmi
And sometimes we walked through the mud
To reach that waterfall.
First you see, then you saw.
And when it becomes a tired old ax,
Don't despair.
There is a new baptism waiting for you,
Cradling brilliant reflections
On the laser edge of a sword clothed in flesh.

Always, a butterfly, three mirrors, and a candle

Gravity is Love

Gaia holds me fast to her
Never for a moment will she let me go
They call it a force, Gravity.
I call it Love, a divine embrace
Bracing me, balancing me

I am a diode emitting Light
Rainbow colors divided through 7 centers
Of perception. Per Sept.
Absorbing dark matter through my root
Pranic energy collects at the base.
I open each chakra in my imagination.
Petals unfurling...
Red radiance radiates my lower body
Bleeding into orange,
Bursts open in the sunshine of yellow
Gravitates towards green
Filters through my heart and lungs
Into a turquoise bottle neck
Rushing to meet that conical
Gland in the land of Pi
That cone of cosciousness
Swirls open to receive
Purple pouring in from above my crown.
Suddenly imagination becomes experience.
A synaptic flash of lightening zings me,
Completing the circuit
From root to crown,
Darts forward into my temple.
As indigo vision opens to
Viv id perception.

Now I am open.

Surfs Up!

Arrogance rides on the crest of
Every wave of transformation
White, foamy, but of little real substance.
Its easy to get bedazzled by the foam and
Giddy with the spray.
Of negative ions in the air
When I’m riding high.

But in order to surf the web of consciousness
I’ve got to stay balanced on the board
Feet firmly planted
Center of gravity low, not high.
In proper awe of the forces I’ve harnessed.

Being aware that feelings like
Jubilation,
Triumph,
Over-confidence,
Sudden and unexplained
Revulsion for others.
Are shadows of my own self-doubt.
Creating that cosmic wobble.

Balance is the Middle Way
The middle of what?
The middle of the poles.
Negative on the left,
Positive on the right.
Go too far one way
And I must dip into the other side.
While finding balance again.
The higher the wave,
The greater the risk of
Falling in,
Being submerged,
Drowning.
The higher the elation,
The more froth and foam.

Myself, riding, the wave of Presence
Smack in the middle!
Divinely appointed
Within my true nature.

Wicked webs

We spin a spell,
Weave a yarn,
And this creates our web of belief.

What wicked webs we weave...
But only when we think that we're the Weaver.
Our actions spiral out into Pi,
Easy to abstract, hard to divine.

I catch myself dancing on the twin blade
Of pride at my own brilliance,
And humiliation that I cannot be brilliant at will.
But the brilliance escapes me none the less.

Love

Love, Love, Love it flowers in me.
Grace, grace, grace, it hovers over me.
I penetrate the heart of Being
Where my soul drinks the waters of Emptiness.
Cool, cold, clear divine wellspring of Love, Love, Love.

Bigfoot

There's always a bigger game afoot.
But sometimes I get tunnel vision
Looking for your light at the end of the tunnel

I am the Light.
Looking for it outside myself is darkness.
But when I saw your smiling face
Radiant with light
I forgot that you were my reflection.
I looked into the mirror darkly.
Wanting you to keep shining on me.

Collaboration

Stonecatcher
it's the way that I think it should be
even though my vision is fading fast
I can feel you talking to me
somewhere deep beneath the pool

if you're dancing in the 21st century chaos
feel the heat of the fire
everybody some kind of talking head
trying to consume their desire

how have you managed to keep it all
in this strange land of the disconnect
i would be happy to rub of on you
taste the fruit of your dreams

I know it's all about waking-up
from the stories I'm told
transcend the role of this fantasy
receive the love when it comes.

Lakshmi
In a land before contradiction
In a place before dreams
Here was I born.
Before there was a One
There was None.
No role, no pole
No Self to improve
That’s my mantra
Or that’s my woman tra
Re-seive the truth
Awake, asleep, its all a divine dream
And you the divine dreamer
Try jumping into that primordial chaos
(the one just outside of Time)
And then tell me there’s something wrong
With the poetry of this existence
X is tense
When you are
X is Tens (to the power of)
When you are, cosmic strawberry.

Collaboration

Collaboration

it's the way that I think it should be
even though my vision is fading fast
I can feel you talking to me
somewhere deep beneath the pool

if you're dancing in the 21st century chaos
feel the heat of the fire
everybody some kind of talking head
trying to consume their desire

how have you managed to keep it all
in this strange land of the disconnect
i would be happy to rub of on you
taste the fruit of your dreams

I know it's all about waking-up
from the stories I'm told
transcend the role of this fantasy
receive the love when it comes.

In a land before contradiction
In a place before dreams
Here was I born.
Before there was a One
There was None.
No role, no pole
No Self to improve
That’s my mantra
Or that’s my woman tra
Re-seive the truth
Awake, asleep, its all a divine dream
And you the divine dreamer
Try jumping into that primordial chaos
(the one just outside of Time)
And then tell me there’s something wrong
With the poetry of this existence
X is tense
When you are
X is Tens (to the power of)
When you are, cosmic strawberry.

Thirst

I drink thirstily.
My body, used to being deserted
Doesn’t know what to do with this rainfall.
Like rain in the desert…

Would a desert be a desert if it rained constantly?
No, it would evolve.
Plants would grow, new flowers would bloom
Insects would come
Pools and eddies would form,
where frogs croak, and fish play.
A Garden of Eden.

My body too, grows wondrous and abundant
With such moist blessings.
No need to do a rain dance....
It runs freely in my veins,
The Water of Life.

Soul Touch

I became as Nothing.
My soul pierced by your tone,
My flesh melting in your love,
Your song rippling through me,
My dark night, 40 years long.
I cry dry tears for it.

But I have forgiven...
And here I am, wholly,
In your celestial arms
Waves of tenderness rising,
At the crossroads of Time.
My dark night become radiant.
My heart eclipsed no more.

The Coming of Age of the Human

Humanity has reached a pinnacle of achievement and decadence.
Anything is possible in this best of all possible worlds.
The adolescent dreamer awakens to a nightmarish world
of her own creation, a world of instant gratification,
fast cars, low technology and very little substance.

I am the possible human in this equation, waking up
to my self-created destiny.
I am firmly caught in the webs of this world,
and my desire for a simpler, easier way to be,
a return to innocence, is growing.
The peculiar task that has been appointed to me, to my generation,
is to be a bridge between an old collapsing culture,
and a new one that is still unformed and dark.
For a while I must straddle both worlds,
subject to death throes and birth pangs at once,
and they are both most real in their intensity.

A New Age does not come by itself.
It is a confluence of nature, and the steps are available
For those who would dare to tread in deep waters.
It is the Will of Man that creates the new age,

We have lived our entire lives in separation.
In the separation lies the seed of the discontent
That pervades humanity.
The nuclear family has created the nuclear age.
Our wills have become weak, as governments and computers
Dictate to us more and more what we
May and may not do.
Statistics drown out dreams, numbers crunch visions.

Standing at the end of an age, I carry with me
All the corruption and wisdom of my history,
The fatigue that comes from having lived too long with it.
And yet within me are the seeds of my own rebirth.
Seeds that cry to be infused with new vitality, the God-force.
I light new candles on the guttering carcasses of the old.
Delve into and clean out my depths, so I can see clearly again
and am able to gaze again into the limpid pool of my Self.
I en-vision my life anew.

I have gained the power of Self-reflection.
I have never been saner or clearer, or more lucid
than when I am in the vibration of ecstasy,
This is my dream, to be this way,
To exist in God’s vibration and create, by reflection,
The beauty in my own mind.
This is the aspiration and the humble wish
for new beginnings.
The desire to feel again the Prime Ordeal.

Tri-unity

God radiates out from my center, creating
A binocular vision.
Huge godly arms adjusting the lenses:
His. Hers.
My breath quicker, deeper.
A divine Consciousness peering out through dual eyes
One being behind the two forms
One Munificient being, and when
The view is Perfect.
My breath faster.
There is only
A single vision. Crystal clear.
Three becomes one.
My breath comes.

No words

No words can touch me like your hand.
This language we both understand.
No voice can match your breath's caress
No thought can pierce this solid flesh.
This my mind can't misconstrue.
Because the heart and soul are true.

Gifted

Some things are clearly a gift from God.
Like a miraculous healing,
A stroke of inspiration,
An economic windfall,
A narrow escape from death.
Others, we readily take credit for:
Like great physical beauty,
Being smart as a whip,
Being a good writer, a filmmaker,
A CEO, a visionary, a sculptor,
an heir,...

But wait a minute here--lets look this gift horse in the mouth.
This mouth--clearly a gift from God.
This life--the first gift.
This body--bundled with gift number 1.
This planet--clearly a gift.

Now what does that leave out that's not a gift?
Those I can take credit for.

Solo Song

Hear the song composed and performed by Jovani
In the primacy of my heart
My soul awaits
Singing in the darkness
Day after day after day.
And on some days
My solo song
Rises to meet
A morning gone wrong
And sweetens my view again.

In the primacy of my heart
My soul awaits
Singing in the darkness
Day after day after day.
Until one day
That solo song
Rises to meet
Your morning song
And sweetens the world again.

Real Eyes Perceive All

Humans.
Just tiny specks on a ball,
Hurtling through space at 67,000 miles an hour
In a galaxy filled with other heavenly bodies.

God could wipe the windshield clean of these specks in
One divine stroke
And Creation would drive on without missing a beat.

But wait. We're sentient.
We have the will and the desire to realize God.
Surely, that's why we were created...
With this exquisite attunement to pain and joy
So that when we realize God
God can have the satisfaction of
Being realized.

Hear it.

Have you noticed that people are often talking to themselves
When they are in dialogue with an Other?
Especially when there is conflict,
A symptom of de-vision.
Pay close attention to what you say,
And what 'they' say
Listen to the allegations
The defenses,
The judgments.
Listen with the true heart.

The slings and arrows of contention
Are thrown at the mirror of
the divided Self, reflected as the Other.

There is no Other.
Every sling and arrow boomerangs
Back to oneself as the source of all cause and effect.
As they say in dream therapy,
(And Life is, after all, a dream.)
Substitute 'I' for 'him', 'her' and 'they'
And the defensive weapons will transform
Into arrows of Truth,
That pierce through the veil of Separation
To the heart of Unity.