Saturday, December 15, 2012

The branch hangs heavy


How fortunate I am to reach this flight
This stairstep of surrenders
This stairway to heaven
I am feeling the wholeness of my being
The deadness of past disappointments
As they rise up in me momentarily
I see that this, this pre-occupation
Does not satisfy me anymore
I long no more for something more from you
But seek to fulfill something more in me
That is being, becoming
Crystalline forming
Un in habited territory
Of my own consciousness
Awaiting my attention.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Just Grace

What do I know?
What do I no?
No gate, posit ion or place
no poems colliding in space
No race, no case
Just grace


Tunneling to freedom

I dreamt I was crawling through a tunnel
On all fours.
Sharp stones pricking my knees,
My head hitting the ceiling.
It was dark and uncomfortable, that tunnel
Like Papillion
I was escaping from a prison
Except mine was a mental prison
And I am tunneling my way out
With every golden word I write and speak.
Although I cannot see the light
At the end of this tunnel
I know that freedom
Awaits me at the other end.
Freed from my own miss-conceptions
Doubt-FREE I will BE!

The Army


Stillness beckons me
Into the heart of matter.
The heart of the matter.
The heart of the mater.
The mother, no Other.
Gives birth to understanding...
Stillness.
Elusive…
If I try to banish all thought.
And quieten all feeling.
But emerging, when I
Sink into the feeling,
Of jealousy, Of judgment, Of discontent
And find that there
Is no depth AT ALL
To that feeling…
It scurries about
On the surface of my consciousness,
Within, just under-standing,
Is a vast repository
Of positive energy
Waiting to be unleashed into action.