Trancequill

Falling in Time

2012-01-28T18:09:00.001-08:00

Let them all fall away.
The intentional transgressions,
the unintentional ones,
the aggressions, the regressions,
digressions and progressions.

Time is just forgiving.

Adoreway

2012-01-28T18:09:00.000-08:00

Closes with indignation
Opens with acceptance
Closes with criticism
Opens with praise
Closes when full
Opens when empty

crucify the ego

2012-01-13T02:15:00.001-08:00

Crucify the ego on the Cross of Consciousness
Dis-orient yourself to its patterns
Or Life will Disorient you
Suck you into the Vortex of a storm
In which you're helplessly tossed
To and fro,
On waves of despair and disrepair
Stranded on arrogant beaches
Drenched with humiliation
Gasping for gratitude
Thirsty for Love
Until your heart opens to the truth of Oneness.

Aftermath

2011-12-08T14:45:00.000-08:00

In an inSTant, a serpent on a tree.
A Mystery.
Humanity a hundred billion cells projected.
Self the trajectory,
Dying in the aftermath of an Original idea.

This I Know.

2011-11-29T01:32:00.000-08:00

The bottomless Mystery,
She dwells in Me.

The midnight Earth,
Belongs to the Free.

Freedom does not come unsought.
Freedom does not come when called.
Freedom does not come with age.

But Freedom comes when Fate and Life,
Conspire to rattle your Cage.

Arc Angel

2011-11-23T12:17:00.001-08:00

I feel myself on the long arc of history
Time the Hologram
Myself Holo graphic
The Quest-in turned Outward.
I feel the pain in Dylan's voice, blowin' in the Wind
I feel myself full of Answers
And before they blow away in the Wind...
I'll blow your Mind with them.

Falling in Time

2011-07-28T10:01:00.003-07:00

Let them all fall away.
The intentional transgressions,
the unintentional ones,
the aggressions, regressions,
digressions and progressions.

Time is just for giving.

Gilded Fool

2011-02-03T16:41:00.000-08:00

Siezed by doubt.
Paralyzed before the next step:
Descent into Matter again.
People, opinions, ideas.
Some part of me wants to stay safe
And reclusive in my own energy.

But the voice holds the resonance of the heart
The eyes see-k the resonance of the soul
The body as bridge betwixt and between.
And I have a myth to unfold.

How can I traverse this path and come out laughing?

Wake up! Wake up! Oh gilded fool.
This is a ruse, it is the Muse
Preparing the soil of this native daughter
Making it impossible for any to doubt her.

Writing Destiny

2011-01-12T22:53:00.000-08:00

I did not know you would come visit me today
I am overcome with joy
And the words bubble forth from my being
Words of celebration
of kinship
of total trust.
In the rightness of the universe
In the rightness of the originating force
Pure and positive
And right because I AM that originating force
I am that consciousness
And Heaven and I
Are one and the same
And we write my destiny together.

The Sacrament of Reconciliation

2011-01-05T14:35:00.000-08:00

We walked into Oneness together, you and I
And in that split startled second
You held my hand
And we waded through the river
Like millions of years, like millionaires
We issued from the same liquid substance of matter.
I know you intimately, absolutely.
It’s a little scary, the absolution.
I didn’t know love could be so absolute.

TENABLE

2011-01-04T02:25:00.001-08:00

A Decade Ends,
Decadence.
De-cadence.
Just dense.
Step it up,
Step within,
Remember the tune,
Cyclical like the moon.
Transcend dense.
Trance end dance.
Enligh-ten-ment,
Needs your at-ten-tion.

Falling Apart

2010-12-04T01:56:00.001-08:00

Businesses
Cars
Relationships
Dreams
Expectations
Like ice floes melting in dirty grey water
With tired tracks embedded in the ice
I grab at big chunks of ice
Trying to hold together
Melting illusions.
But they elude my grasp
My hand emerges
Freezing and empty
Why? has been silenced
In me a long time ago.
The question I constantly ask
Is What? What next?
What should I do next?
How should I be next?
I can handle the next small correction.
I cannot handle the tidal wave
Of false projection
Which the world is swept up by.
Ten years of shocks have
Made me tranquil
In the midst of danger
But too much tranquility
Is numbing
Is unreal.
The Chalice that I hold
Steady through
These shocks
Is One that cuts Illusion
To the Core.
Course Correction.
Steady hand
Steady heart
I play my part
The aim and the Object
Of my life
Is X-Pan-sion

Hallelujah!

2010-11-25T09:23:00.000-08:00

It is a lot of
power I carry
inside me, the power
of undivided love.

At the core of every
human being
sits Cora: the silent
feminine force
that fuels all words.

MAKE no mistake:
The fuel is LOVE.

Elementary

2010-10-08T21:06:00.000-07:00

I don't like to lunge at solutions when a problem arises.
I tease and chase the solution
I feel that if I just leave it unformed
or forming and just be watchful
then there is space
for the right solution to emerge

Sometimes the right solution is dissolution
Disillusion. This solution.
This is a good kind of peeling back.
Seeing with the eyes of truth requires
Courage
And the willingness
To peel back the layers of protective
Mediocre thinking
That has made many generations
Degenerate
Into living sluggish lives.

What poisons of compromise
Did you swallow and stuff in?
How many hungry ghosts
Live in your unfulfilled gut?

Can you trust all your 'gut' feelings?

His Story

2010-08-26T14:07:00.000-07:00

Myths are our own pronouncements of destiny
We are the myth-makers and our stories
Are our personal legends of the Fall, the Resurrection, and the Promised Land
These are all contained within a lifetime
Love and fear stand side-by-side
Angels, guarding the doors of Heaven
And Hell.

I live inside my history.
It becomes me as I become it.
But my myth is really my
Opportunity
A port, with an old sailor whistling
a tune on the dock
And he’s whistling an ode to the ferryman.

Because you cannot cross the river without Him.
And the ferryman is Death
Death of a loved one.
Death of a child.
Death of a relationship.
Walking into the valley of the shadow of Death
I descend into wholeness again
and start another cycle, a new age.

Where does my story begin and yours end?
Does it begin and end with
what I am able to know about you?
Sometimes you are completely transparent to me,
At other times dense as a doorknob.

Our stories slide one on top of the other
Creating innumerable opportunities
For the Eternal Truth to dart
Between the letters
Between the keystrokes
Between the lashes
Between the tweens
Between being able to catch yourself
at the moment you begin to imitate yourself
And between being afraid that you won’t.

I’ve tasted death enough times
to know that this body too will die.
Just as the stories of my life have been
willed and impelled and compelled
by the uncertain logic of who Me is,
this body too is a story,
a figment of a beautiful dream
and this body too must die.

But the eternal truth remains that I AM
neither story nor storyteller.

O

2010-06-23T18:18:00.000-07:00

Take this dreaming body
Back to the ocean of desire.
Let me stand moon drenched wet feet on sand
Come, take my hand.
Sharp salt spray on my cheeks,
Brisk wind in my chest,
Shakin it up!
Makin' it up
With you.

My head and my heart speak through my words

2010-05-19T17:17:00.000-07:00

There is this great love in my heart,
Bursting at the seams!
Looking upon the face of a total stranger
And wanting to shout,
I love you!
This love, what do I do with it?
It longs to be expressed.
Make me an instrument of this love.
Let me love and be loved as Thee.

Seeing

2010-05-05T10:40:00.000-07:00

My eyes really enjoy seeing.
Its all eye candy
Its More than candy,
MUCH more nutritious
I see colors, the world is super vivid
Life is vibrance.
I did not recognize the gladness
That seeing brings into
My life
Until today.

For me, words get fewer and fewer.
Life, so drenched in beauty
In a puff of vapor
I see possibilities
The outlines of things
Back-lit...
A small shift
Sometimes makes
It a great shot

I see things.
And my seeing
frames a story told with
In sight.

Intact

2010-04-20T22:34:00.000-07:00

What is my next move?
I wonder...
Meanwhile, movement is happening...
I am tapping the keys
Words are forming
Co-alescing
into a picture
Of myself upon an ocean liner
going some place far away
For a while...
Meeting someone.

How will this take place?
I wonder.
It will take place
Without any contrivance on your part
Says a voiceless voice.
Simply wait.
Pull in the thoughts
And watch them roll around in the empty can
For a while.
Loud rattle of green marbles
But soon they find a pathway out and
Glide down the exit ramp.
Meanwhile, I am intact.

New Rain

2010-04-10T17:47:00.001-07:00

I was walking along doing some thing.
I looked up and caught sight of my reflection.
I was dazzled by the radiance.
“Is that me?” I thought.
A cloud scudded across the sky.
“Is that really me??”
Two clouds.
Soon, a gathering of clouds.
Darkness, thunder, rainfall.

Don’t you love the sharp, metallic smell of
new rain upon the earth?

Four out of Eight...

2010-03-31T23:36:00.000-07:00

Were visible.
The other half, invisible.
I feel them surround me
Protection, Raphael, Gabriel, Insight
And me, containing the strength
Created by all that support.

Why am I supported so, I wondered?
Why do I need an army of angels?
I await the answer,
it will come to me in a flash of insight!

Reveressence

2010-03-01T03:35:00.001-08:00

A tickle at the root
A trickle at the root
The trick is in not minding it
In no sense, unwinding it
Ground water, like an army
Soon grows into a spring
Of harmonious energy
Surfacing to sing a song
That flows, outpours
The Essence
Restores the world to Innocence.

Whole Futures

2010-03-01T03:32:00.000-08:00

Poetry in my soul
Moonlight in my eyes
Sweet rush of chaos
How can I explain?
Words betray me, they
Appear faster than I can write.
Images flash by
Whole futures,
God awake in the world,
Golden ages.
Images last longer, a half-life,
And I strive to grasp them
Render them
Tell them
What I see.

Spirit speaks

2010-03-01T03:31:00.000-08:00

I’m writing poems again.
A sure sign that my spirit is returning
Or is it me that is returning to it?

The fact that I refer to my spirit as ‘it’
Is a dead giveaway for who’s speaking

Does spirit speak?

And am I that spirit?
Would not I have more certainty if that were so?
Or am I in fact both spirit and matter?

Not wanting anymore to fling my body aside
Like a silk shirt on a hanger
Flapping disconsolately in the wind.

No, now I want to inhabit this body
Occupy this physical space
Make my Presence felt

An unmanifested vision is but a fantasy.
I see too much in the eyes in my head
And feel too little of what’s in here.
In here things are different.
Saner. Holier.
It is wholly I speaking
And when I speaks
I speaks with Love.
Love loves death,
and Love loves life
And God is a whisper away,
on the next pillow……

Brother Sun, Sister Moon

2010-01-31T09:52:00.000-08:00

The Moon was full, high in the sky this morning
I did not intend to wake for the sunrise.
But both the Sun and the Moon beckoned me.
So I rose unresisting.
And headed for the hills.

No Moon in sight.
No Sun either.
Just me, the dogs, the birds
And the promise of another unpredictable moment.

For fifty years I've been asleep
To the magic of sunrise.
Asleep to the Presence
That comes with new light everyday.
But today is another day, and if I'm lucky
I'll have another chance tomorrow.

Awash in mist, the whole hillside
Waits with bated breath
For the pale gold orb that rises
delicately above the blanket of mist below.

The cool wash of morning chi energy
Swims up my spine...
The whisperless reward for those who
greet the gift of Dawn

Gratitude wells up in me every morning
To know that Sunrise is free
And it is everywhere,
Everyday.
The only thing I need to do
to receive this gift
is be Awake.

A poem for the new year

2009-12-12T22:21:00.000-08:00

Words cannot explain the ineffable, they say
The mystery defies eXplanation, I’m told
But the X is plain to see
And it takes a Five and a good deal of defiance
To see that the story of the
IN-DIVIDE-DUAL
Is the story of polarity
Black and white
Good and Evil
Love and Fear
How is this division bridged?
By recognizing the essential unity
Of our experience.
I cross that bridge again and again
In every infinitesimal second
And I cross that bridge between my
Two hemispheres.

We live in a whole in time
A worm hole to a new dimension.

thanksgiving poem

2009-11-27T10:11:00.000-08:00

You know its so easy to start a thanksgiving poem
With some soapy statement like I'm grateful for
And then start making a pious list of all the things one is grateful for:
Autumn leaves, and purring kitties
But could I really say I'm grateful for this headache that peppers my menopausal days?
Or that I'm grateful for my first thanksgiving without my son?
I'm grateful that my son and I are like virtual strangers to each other
And we give each other acute social anxiety?

But what is being grateful, really?
Its being full of great.
And gratitude is clearly a great attitude
Which comes from being full of great.
It begs the question: Am I really full of great?

And that question eternally winds me back to the answer:
an attitude adjuster like no other.

What I'm full of
Is the ever-evolving, infintesmial
life force, god-force
Messianic power, climbing up that spiral staircase
And breaking out through me
Like a shower of fiery autumn leaves,
Falling on cold hard earth,
Like a silky purr ball of ginger love
Sleeping on my head
Like the Northern lights
Lighting up my tiny little wigwam
Reminding me that all I am is god, god, god god, god
Oh God, is that all there is?

And that makes me feel great-full.

I Give You Back

2009-10-04T09:23:00.000-07:00

I give you back.
I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear.
I release you, you were my beloved and hated twin,
but now I don't know you as myself.
I release you with all the pain I would know
at the death of my daughters.
You are not my blood anymore.
I give you back to the soldiers who burned down my home,
beheaded my children,
raped and sodomized my brothers and sisters.
I give you back to those who took the food
from our plates when we were starving.

I release you fear,
because you hold these scenes in front of me
and I was born with eyes that can never close.
I release you fear so that you can no longer
keep me naked and frozen in winter,
or hot and thirsty in summer.

I release you

I am not afraid to be angry
I am not afraid to rejoice
I am not afraid to be black
I am not afraid to be white
I am not afraid to be hungry
I am not afraid to be full
I am not afraid to be hated
I am not afraid to be loved, to be loved, to be loved.

Oh you have choked me but I gave you the leash,
Now I have no neck.
You have gutted me but I gave you the knife,
Now you have no hands.
You have devoured me but I laid myself across the plate,
Now you are full and the plate is empty.

I take myself back, fear.
You are not my shadow any longer.
I won't hold you in my hands.
You can't live in my eyes, my ears, my voice, my belly,
Or in my heart, my heart, my heart.

But come here fear.
I am alive, and you are so afraid of dying.

Unknown Poet

Room with a View

2009-10-04T09:15:00.001-07:00

Same house,
different rooms.
One has light. One is dark
The dark room has a magnificent view
If you can only get to the window
Without tripping over the furniture
In the dark.

Limits

2009-10-04T09:08:00.001-07:00

Containing Joy
I’m full to the brim
Walk steadily, now
Stay in balance
Stop when the stopping’s good
Then
The liquid ecstasy of Being
Will not spill
And get wasted.

Faithfulness in the Center

2009-10-04T09:04:00.000-07:00

This morning at 7:30
I rolled out of bed
And while the kettle was boiling
I threw my hexagram for the day.

At the sixth throw, the coin stood
On it’s edge, perfectly balanced
Neither heads nor tails.
I nudged it with the Tao te Ching
Which happened to be
The book closest at hand.
But the coin didn’t fall.
It just stood still in the middle.

I saw that the choice was mine to make
Whether it would be heads or tails.
Rather than leave it to chance,
I could choose.
Heads gave me hexagram 61: Faithfulness in the Center
The power to move even pigs and fishes, hmmmmmmm
Tails gave me hexagram 60: Discipline, ouch!

But, as every disciple knows, faithfulness needs discipline.

So I didn’t choose.
I too, stood still in the middle.

Mnemonic

2009-10-04T09:00:00.000-07:00

He Died
And entered the Ocean of Forgetting
For getting fish
For getting more
Aquatic invader par excellence
Sailing from shore to shore
Until all that’s left was Mnemniopsis
Littering the Black Sea shore.

Remember, remember, the jelly screams
There is nothing in my wake
I eat up all your protein dreams
Like you, I over take.

Form of Life

2009-09-24T22:52:00.000-07:00

Only the couch is real.
I am not real.
Or rather I am real
My body is real
Until it dies.
Then there is no body.
Then where am I?
I don't exist.
Just a nobody.
So I spend a whole lifetime
Becoming somebody,
Just to die, a nobody.

But still after the body dies
I exist. This I know.
I exist in a body of bliss
Not as this form, Lakshmi
But as Spirit, formless.
So form less opinions
And embrace THIS form
In THIS moment
And THIS life
Can be full.

The Intense Pleasure of Small Things

2009-08-25T13:53:00.001-07:00

The sound of the buttons
in the dryer.
The stillness in the
small hour of the night.
My brown fingers on the
black keys going tap. Tap. Tap.
One leg familiarly crossed over the other.
Tightly.
Lilting to the left.

Waiting at a red light, glancing up.
And seeing a flock of
migrating geese.
Flying high above me in the
night sky.

Standing on the bridge,
My feet firmly planted.
My hands folded.
Bird-song everywhere.
The rushing waterfall
of the expressway behind.
The sun on my left cheek.
I glimpse my breath
exhaled in a cold vapor
out of the corner of my eye.
The dog’s shadow,
My hand on the leash.
And through it all,
Something more suBtle,
Something with a silent B.

The sound of Luke’s guitar, throbbing.
The sound of the dog chewing
My indrawing breath.
The computer humming
Lamplight on orange stripes,
Warm and comforting.
Words appearing on the screen
From somewhere forming.
What mind writes this?
How pours it forth?
I know not what the next word will be
and yet, it appears with coherence.
Co-here, two here,
My yin and yang.
My belly is full of this.

I am conscious of the beginning
And at the end I am here again.
But the middle happens all
unbeknownst to me.

A child is born this way
Making love creates the seed
The child grows in the womb by itself
And the birth requires labor.

Uncross my legs.
Scoot closer.
Sit straight.
The mouse clicks.
I search my mind.
Nothing there.
Objects all around me
Quite meaningless.
Sunset!
Quick, walk the dog
Before the light disappears…..

I AM back.
A creature riffling thru the reeds.
The smell of greenness in the dusk.
The shrill sunset cry of a bird
Gravel crunching,
The dead tree silhouetted majestically
Against the pale red clouds fading into night.
A good sight.

The air so crisp today.
Even the sun is crystallized.
The frost on the bridge sparkles
Like a carpet of fairy dust.
Dazzling my every step.
Rabbit footprints etched on ice.

The cold air envelops my brain
Seizing every errant thought
A thought crystal for my contemplation.
Until finally I can stand it no more.
I turn off the light inside
And I simply feel the pebbles hard
Under the soles of my sturdy shoes.

I love you Life,
and I love you God.
Keep me aware of these essentials.

Benefits of a Low Place

2009-08-09T23:34:00.000-07:00

I’m in a low place
From here I can’t see the big picture
But I can smell the dust in the air
And count the pennies on the floor
From here I don’t know anything
And that relieves me of planning ahead

It used to be scary for me to plunge so low.
I would immediately try to get out of the situation
By any means available to me
I would flutter around and bat my wings, hoping for lift-off
I would thrash my tail wildly back and forth
Hoping to agitate my way out of the mess
I would make decisions and intentions
Hoping the tension would incisively cut through my difficulty
But you know, my difficulty was very simple:
I didn’t like low places.
I judged them wrong.

And so every time life
Took me for a little dip,
I drowned in sorrow.

Now I don’t mind the low places.
I enjoy the view from here.
I can’t see over the horizon
But I can smell the wildflowers on the hillside

I feel happy that I can stop driving for a while
I can just let myself be led
And let life show me that the answers to my questions
are not all that urgent
And that I won’t lose anything that really belongs to me.

So I, a lover of truth, can truthfully say that
I am willing to lose those things that are born of illusion.
Even those illusions dearly beloved to me
And most difficult to give up.
Because the gap created in my being by this disillusionment
That gap, is small and dark and empty, a chasm
And it grows more empty, more hollow every day
And one day hollow turns holy
And holy turns whole.

So who am I to complain about

small
dark
places?

My Roomy Heart

2009-06-30T18:25:00.000-07:00

I intend to make my heart roomy
Expand into infinite space
So that there is no You and I
I see no pairations
And all I feel is Love

Love that I draw up
From the infinite well of my
bottomless heart.
Love that filters through my poetry
Holds me in divine rapture.
Oh I have felt you touch me so.
And even though I know
That 'You and I'
Is a fiction.
It is a lie worth telling just to have
That dance of union
It is so delicious to anticipate,
You drawing closer to me
And my heart filling up
with divine Ecstasy.
It mends all things
Heal all shortcomings
Blesses my wounds
And sanctifies my life.

I want to make my heart roomy
Just to welcome You.

New Moon

2009-06-10T10:05:00.000-07:00

who am i ?

in the scheme

of no thing

where even

my sound

is silenced

when I dot

my i…

by Shanti Hudes

Divine Hand

2009-06-09T17:29:00.000-07:00

These archetypes:
Shaman, poet, designer,
Magician, (Aah, I like that one)
Goddess (yum)
Child,
Fool...
They're like a deck of cards,
Shuffled to fool me
Into thinking that's real.
But then the deck collapses into one card,
That lays flat on its side
And disappears into melting hands...
And only in that moment do

I realize that I AM
The divine hand holding
That Ace up my disappearing sleeve.

Cell liberation

2009-05-31T11:36:00.000-07:00

Throw away Hope
And where is Hopelessness?
You said.

Its in the same place where I threw Hope
Lurking behind it like a shadow.

Throw away Life
And where is Death?
Lurking behind your wasted life
Like a shadow.

Shadows and reflections
You cannot escape them
In the world of form.

In the world of Form
(and there is no world of no-Form, by the way)
Time, space, distance, speed
You, me, this, that
All the pairs that you see
Separate you from seeing
The silent infinity of non-Being.

People strive to be non-dualistic.
There are paths and destinations.
Once I get There I will be this
Great Being: a Bodhisattva.
But we are ALREADY a body of truth.
Creation cannot sustain itself for an INSTANT
Much less for a human lifetime
Or a millenium, or aeons
Without Truth resonating
resounding, vibrating
and oscillating in every cell.

So liberate yourself from this cell
of constantly striving for Self-knowledge.
You already are, and Life already is.
Because all the understanding in the world
Cannot make the sun rise,
Cannot make a Poppy unfurl its petals
Like a Tibetan monk
Throwing off his orange shawl and
Dancing naked in the sunlight
Scattering his seed and his fragrant essence
To the wind. Just for free.
Just for the joy of Being
Here Now.

Alkaline

2009-05-28T17:54:00.000-07:00

Alka walks the line
Blue-throated...
Creamy substance of space,
Rising UP
From the milk of human kindness
Churned up within her.

Extra-ordinary

2009-05-10T19:09:00.001-07:00

Sleeping too late
Dreams, irresolute chaotic
Psychic forces stirring, tempting
My dream house splitting apart
Unrecognizable, all-too familiar
The doorbell leaps me awake.

Awake to the reality of a Vow.
Chastity invites the lower nature
To vy for supremacy.
And in the midst of this agitation
I EXIST:
Unthinkable, Untouchable, Unstoppable.

Firmly rooted moving forward
Doing nothing but allowing
The rising and falling of
Being and becoming
Within the hills and valleys of
Heart-mind body-soul:
I revel in my spirit journey.

Choosing a pathway
For now and tomorrow
Without knowing what may lay
Around the bends and breaks
Of, perhaps, a tortuous route,
I go forth in wonder and surprise
As one who has just
Arrived.

Arriver; To come
And I stay my arrival,
A rival I to the forces that bend
Joyously bubble I through the tortuous route
Like water,
I reflect the sky in open spaces.
I still myself in stagnant places.
Holding, containing, growing, waiting
for the moment when I may
rush forth innocently
Certain that I will be joined
to an ocean of eternal love.

"I" must be clear.
Here. No fear
Of fear. No interference.
At once definite as crystal
And diaphanous as light flowing through.
Wu wei!!! Ride and rider merge.
One being
Not doing
Time still and moving.
Fish swim in air.
I breath in ocean.
Now there are two. We
Make dolphin love forever.

A vesica piscis is a fish
Sacred geometry.
Two circles intersecting
Definite as Christ
The middle is adore-way
The woo way.
The two way
To One.

Through One
Each and every being
Harmonizes in holographic
Multiplicity, all
Falling in love,
Kaliedescopic jewels of
Starlight magnificently
Masquerading as formless form.

In adoration
Rivers of light and
Gold in grain
Conspire with earth and rain
To form loaves and fishes.
World so willing to hear
Echoes of the first word
And respond with miracle songs.

Is this a dream?
Of an ancient garden?
Or are we the bringers of a new dawn?
Once I saw a way to be
So natural
Rivers of light traveling blue-electric
through my veins.
My love a net wide enough for all
I stood there in radiant reflection
Saying to myself
I know I know
That THIS is my birthright
And it is an extra-ordinary state
Extra, Extra! and free to boot.

unfelt

2009-05-01T02:06:00.000-07:00

no more uneasy bonds for me,
no more rusty blades of grass...
I'm feeling a longing
for alchemical bonding
that I have not felt in the past

The Abyss

2009-04-28T18:33:00.000-07:00

We look to the heights
But are afraid of the depths
Mental, we forget what's elemental
to Life on Earth or anywhere else.
Water, the formless feminine.
It's womb dark mystery to Man
Unconscious, emotional, intuitive.
From tears to oceanic bliss
A realm
That the masculine mind
would rather avoid.

But it's not. A void.
It's full of life. And full of answers.
But it takes a plunge into
the abyss to unearth
the mystery of our ancestry.

OLVE

2009-04-20T12:03:00.000-07:00

It takes a lot of LOVE to create,
You have to LOVE what you’re doing
It really helps if you LOVE who you’re doing it for
You have to LOVE doing it
And you have to LOVE it even when you hate it
So if you take one LOVE and turn it backside front
You have EVOL
Then take another love and invert it: OLVE
Bring ‘em together and you will
EVOLVE

Tap

2009-04-17T21:29:00.001-07:00

Tap tap tap
On the keys
Tap tap tap
On my Psyche

Insistent?
Not really.
I could ignore it.
But wouldn't that be
something like ignorance?

Who are you?
And who am I?
Mysteries, both.
Unfurling,
Like my heart.

Not-knowing, is contentment.

Life the poem

2009-04-17T20:36:00.000-07:00

I feel like writing a poem today.
My poem is an expression of my inner ecstasy.
X-stasis. A deep inner stillness. Capable of receiving.

These poems never come because I intend them to.
They arise in me spontaneously,
Not brought forth by my intense inner longing...or some exquisite rapture.
But rather, when my longing drops off into empty space.
And Gravity isn't just a force. It's Love.
An image in my head burns like a jewel and then there it is…
The movement of my body waking up in the middle of the night.
Stumbling in the dark to find a pen, turn on the lamp
And scratch a few words--uncomprehendingly---on an old envelope.

Next morning, a poem.

But that’s when I’m asleep.

Awake, Life is the poet, and I am the poem.

Serendipity and the Muse

2009-03-31T13:48:00.000-07:00

Light arises in an empty room.
My room was too full
And you couldn't find the space
To arise, to alight, to amuse
I'm a fool!
I mocked you by saying
I'm over resistance.
I'll show you, you said
And you won my submission.
To forces beyond me
In scope and in sheer
Power and imagery
Completely the life of me.
You're the subject,
The sadness,
The comic relief.
You're the drama that wakens
The drone and the thief,
You revel in coincidence,
And lavish cliches,
Serendipity is your middle name,
I'LL MEET YOU ON THE WAY.

Life, the lamp oil

2009-03-27T21:54:00.001-07:00

The Golden Flame of Truth
It burns in my heart
Bright, big flame
Life, the lamp oil.
It has never stopped burning.
Burning away the dross of this existence
Burning away the rutted personality
The fears, the night terrors
The panic, sealed tightly
With brilliant reflections.
Mind control, mind control
Intended to contain and curtail
Things that burn up in the flame of truth.
But no more.
I have opened Pandora’s box
And Pan must flee,
And Dora must be free.

Fine Lines

2009-03-15T18:04:00.000-07:00

Its a fine line between beauty and over-indulgence
A fine line between self-absorption and contemplation
Between honesty and brutality
criticsm and destruction
And one has only to step over the line by a hair
And the action, once immodest is once again positively pure
Or the action, once inspired,
is now sullied with negative ambition
A hair's breadth, a very small step,
Hardly noticable to oneself
Yet with huge ramifications in the world of form.
For positive energy spirals upward
And negative energy spirals downward
And its always one or the other in the world.

Maybe its those fine lines, that etch character
Lessons learned the hard way
They become white hairs and wrinkles
Each line a lesson learned, a wisdom gleaned
A softness unveiled
A tapestry of self-realizations
The sum of age, a new age.
Teaching me again and again
What does not contain any lines of distinction
No boundaries and no withholdings
The smooth truth behind all faces.

One Voice:

2009-03-09T23:58:00.000-07:00

Two hearts
conjoined
speaking with one
voice.

One heart is true.
The body is a divine illusion
that occupies mind.

It takes spirit to know different.
It takes love to be different.

Like this, we are as children
frolicking in make-believe, laughter for the joyous
tears for what goes wrong.

These illusion do not dispel as we ripen.

No, why should they?
We are divine illusion
I AM Love made different.
They do not dispel
but I begin to see through them

To myself behind... the illusions like hair

written by two voices: Kabir Kadre and Lakshmi Narayan

2009-02-09T04:07:00.000-08:00

Man longs to know it all.
God longs for immortal forgetting.
And so a child is born.

Burglar Alarm

2009-01-04T10:16:00.000-08:00

Most of my thoughts are thieves
A den of thieves, skulking around in my head
Stealing the moment...
I need to call Bob
Don't forget to buy dogfood at New Leaf
I have so much to do tomorrow. I hope I don't forget
I better make a list...
And on and on, in mundane burglary.

Soon the weight of all the things I must do
But cannot obviously do in this moment
Are like a ball and chain on my ankle
For in THIS moment I am standing in my blue robe
In the kitchen
My belly full of cool water
Waiting for the tea kettle to boil
I am feeling the coldness of the wood floor on my bare feet
I breathe out Ali baba and the 40 thieves
As I select the hummingbird cup and pull out the green tea bag
The one which says its authentic Japanese tea.
And in that gap, the silent space of Now
Joy arises, like steam from the kettle
And whistles its splendid song.
For in this moment, there is nothing I can do
But what I am doing.
All else is snatching away my life from Being
In this celestial moment.

How to stop these thieves from breaking and entering?
Silence is the key. Silence is the guard.
In silence, every errant thought rings loudly.
And crown jewels shine in their glass cases.

अन ओदे तो तह कान्द्लेमाकेर

2008-12-21T00:44:00.001-08:00

An Ode to the Candlemaker

Tears wax dripping to the spiritual flame,
Burning, burning, away our shame.
At end of Age we carry along,
A history of hate and Wisdom's song
Some things right, so many wrong.

But the dream of Innocence is born again,
It grows in hearts prepared by pain.
We light new candles from the old
We gather back into the fold.

For within our wicked world is a wick,
~Always Dancing~
To the flame of Eternal Love.

Solstice

2008-12-21T00:40:00.000-08:00

CHASTE
Seizes chase
And haste
And ties them up
In a nought.

They struggle,
Because Nothing
Makes no promises.
And tells no lies.
What waits in the
Valley of Emptiness
Keeps it’s secret in Silence.
Yields not to forethought,
And won’t give a hint.
It demands my Presence
On this dark day of Winter
Wet, damp, dead, moist,
Rotting leaves, grey sky.

Beauty Still.

I'm Unity

2008-12-05T10:57:00.000-08:00

Me more, memory, mi amore

Time ravishes age

When I am not immune

But when I boost

I'mm unity

I become well

Again.

Let it Die

2008-11-24T09:06:00.000-08:00

Light a candle my dear……and let it die.

That butterfly’s melting.

It’s wings won’t fly.

Four flames burn bright

To show you what’s right

And the fifth within

Sings a silent hymn

To true love

Prayer (for Tasha)

2008-11-16T09:52:00.000-08:00

As I lay me down to sleep
The ego rests in quiet deep
As I sleep I come to be
A spark of your eternity.

As I wake to a new day
Let me stay out of the way
Let my actions be inspired
By true wisdom, by pure grace
Let my thoughts be free, unmired,
By the past, by old disgrace.

For I can be a sword of truth
If I will walk this ancient Way
With certain step and Gentleness.

Song of innocence (for Tasha)

2008-11-14T21:48:00.001-08:00

My questions are falling away
I grasp at them as they drift by
Just as my hand clenches
a stray word
It dissolves……. like foam.
Only silence remains
In the chaos of the End
I lie still and serene.
Encased in profundity.
Boxing the dream.

My body,
when it wakes from this sleep
Will thrill
to the mystery of life anew
Light coursing blue-electric
through my veins
Each ecstatic cell liberating
the divine principle:
Spelling a new way to be.

Rock my cradle, hold my hand
Guide my step, write my psalm.
In no sense the singer, I sing Your song

TRANCEQUILL

2008-11-12T08:49:00.000-08:00

One more poem for the road.
My house is collapsing into chaos.
Inevitable really.
Nothing’s certain
Except this:
Chaos leads to order
And order crumbles into chaos

Fingers making music
Your laugh echoing the tune.
This is contentment.

Tears spring to the eyes
I watch the light.
Sadness and joy unveiled.
Pain pointing the Way.

I am dancing chaos today.
Disruption and harmony
Pirouetting each other
Slowly drawing closer
And closer….

I am afraid at the Entrance.
Of a new Era.
A death is happening.
And a new me is waiting in the wings
In the wings of desire unveiled
In the wings of desire shed
Like the feathers of a wild goose
Falling from the sky
To become my Trancequill.

Here we go again, you and I,
down Poetry Road
Chaotic? Yes, indeed
Intended for the ordered item
we call Truth
Certain of the echo
in the music of a touch...
A breath... a laugh...

And then the Gap,
The sacred space of Now
Still quiet from the last tear
of contentment
Shall I ask for anything more
in my prayers to the Ancients?
I think not.
For what is it, but to die over and again,
Housing the Soul’s pure light
within these hearts of gold
Waiting... Watching...
Dancing this wild goose alive
Besides another
Clothed in lustrous joy.

Inside, the sun shines

2008-10-18T00:49:00.000-07:00

Out to sea
On an adventure
In a fine Relationship
The sea is calm
The sky is blue
The air is clean
I am serene.
I know not what
the future brings
Nor weather fair or foul
But weather comes
and weather goes
Inside, the Sun shines, Ho!

The Book of Love

2008-09-26T16:49:00.000-07:00

I have a love I do not crave.

I have a love the world can save.

I have a love thats like a rock.

Whole and pure

Wild and free

A spirit of intimacy

That Time cannot erase.

That holds you not in ownership

Yet sings no transitory blues.

Paradoxical, perhaps.

But all that's true

Is so imbued

With contradiction too.

I have a love that's like a dance.

Moving, touching, breathing stance.

Unmoved by stress and circumstance.

Sometimes here, sometimes there.

Sometimes not.

But always one I trust.

I have a love that does not stop
At better than and not good enough.

I have died for you, been born again.

But this I did not count

That birth brings sweet forgetfulness

New stories right us now.

Maduram

2008-09-23T09:41:00.001-07:00

I met a woman today named Amadora
She spoke about Love, with ecstasy in her voice
I too have tasted that sweet nectar.
It flows in my heart, I know it does.

But lately I haven't been able to feel its sweetness.
I'ts been bottled up, sealed and corked.

Who sealed it?
I did not ask for it.
It made me despair that I would never love again
With joyful abandon, like the last time.
Or if I do open my heart to someone, it happens too late.
One nanosecond after they are no longer mine.
Not just bad timing, its tragic timing.

Or is it? Maybe its perfect timing.
Maybe he was the bottle-opener, a divine gift.
Perhaps now that the bottle is opened,
I will taste all that my vintage heart has to offer:
loneliness,
loss,
heartbreak,
grief,
sadness,
fear,
anger,
longing,
ecstasy,
reverence.

I will taste it all, and I will call it Love.

Looking for love in all the right places

2008-09-21T22:26:00.000-07:00

Its the same love
Pooling, reverbrating
Breathing me and you
Into time and space
From eternity.

My heart longs for constancy.
And the eternal prayer
That is my heart's namaste to you
Longs to see my love
Mirrored in an unending reflection.

No illusory hall of mirrors, this
That I need to shatter
In order to find the naked truth.
But a love that grows deeper
And stronger and richer
Even during a drought
Or occasional stony hardness
Of egoic reasoning

A love that knows itself to be
Both the question and the answer.
Both the food and the fed.
A love I see
Reflected in
Your words
Your flesh
Your lips
Your eyes.
Your heart.
Your soul

Only this love.

Dust Settles

2008-09-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

My heart exploded softly with love for you.
And then again,
And again.
I recalled your warm hands,
Your love-lit eyes.
Your soft "Hi"
Strumming me into
Love's Leela.

My fears disintegrated
as the dust of that explosion
Settled softly over everything.

Touch me

2008-09-16T08:19:00.000-07:00

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.

No touch can penetrate us like god's breath
No truth can lie about this love
Naked, stripped of desire
free of outcome
playing, just playing, frolicking, laughing
we sing each other into being
Heart within heart, layering upon heart again
Cascading into an infinite layering of hearts
Like a heart shaped tunnel
we dive whole body into love.

Is not touch God's breath made flesh?

Anointed

2008-09-15T20:26:00.000-07:00

Perhaps you think I'm intellectual
Too clever with words.
But I'm not clever.
I cleave to the truth
I cleave to the brilliance of that
Inner Light
Ministering to my fears
Bathing my wounds
With words.

These words
Heal me
Unite me
Anoint me
With Thee.

Reflected in You

2008-09-14T17:01:00.000-07:00

I want to write poems that can
Surprise me.
Knock my socks off
And help my feet feel the ground
Under me.

For in this world, I have thought
Too many things
Said too many words
Undone too many acts.
It leaves me bereft.

I meander
Through that maze of regrets.
Shrugging them off rapidly.
Hoping that a flake of light
Will dart forward and
Dissolve the maze,
Disintegrate the path
Lift the veil and
Remove the mask
So I can see Myself
Reflected perfectly in
You again.

Fear

2008-09-11T12:00:00.000-07:00

Fear
Is in the issue
In the tissue
In the fissures
Is the fish sure?
Is it just a lure?
Where is the rule?
Follow your blistered sister
Into the bliss fish
Swim, whim, hymn, hum.

Open it!

2008-09-11T11:53:00.000-07:00

Psyche
Psych-ill-logical
Cycle logical
Scythe
Cutting away the dross, the gross
In order to see what's real

Ailments in the alimentary
Elemental elimination
Brings illumination.

Pandora's box
Bursting at the seams
Spills out as talk sick waste
All over psyche in the dell.

CONTAINING CHAOS.

2008-09-07T16:58:00.001-07:00

There is a wild mare trapped in a cage,
circling round and round.
Man studies her tracks,
trying to understand what makes her move.

The Mare is the symbol of
the Receptive, the Feminine.
The Feminine energy is soft and furious,
and it circles round and round
in its cage of four dimensions,
The Masculine, the Creative Principle
is the structure of the cage,
the boundary,
that gives the formlessness a pattern.

Creation is a constant process of
chaotic Yin energy forming
into circles and cycles
the turning of the ages,
the precession of the equinoxes.
It waxes and wanes
and then breaks its bounds again
to begin the chase anew
(the Taming of the Shrew).

Structure marries Chaos.

The Feminine energy is
serpentine and slippery.
Like water,
It has no shape,
and can therefore
assume any shape.
It is clear,
and can therefore
reflect any image.
It takes on the attributes of it’s environment.

The Masculine Creative Principle is invisible,
but it is what gives Feminine Life energy form.
The mind of God is genderless,
but will be found within each one as the
Father principle, who begat the Mother
in one timeless reflexive instant.
Nature patterns itself on this model,
except for deviant Man,
who is required to be not just instinctual,
but intuitive,
which calls for a meeting of
thinking and feeling.
Once again, a union of opposites within.
When this union is mirrored in the external world, sexual tension is a function of polarity,
not duality.

The caduceus images a
voluntary joining of these two forces.
The two-headed snake wraps itself around the Pole/spine of consciousness,
the central axis,
to come face to face with itself.
It eats itself and grows wings (ascends).

The caduceus is the symbol for healing.
Rightly so.
The feminine meets the masculine,
and recognizes the source of support within.
This finding of central support,
the center of axis-tense,
the spine, the will, the well
is a gesture that each One makes within.
In finding this direct relationship to God,
feminine energy which is by nature cloudy and formless, finds a Reason to Be
and shapes itself around
the Central Principal or Spirit.

Studying the tracks of the wild mare
will tell you about what’s
Dead.
Gone.
Past.

Moving into the Present
is a leap astraddle the mare:
a chaotic battle ensues
between the male dominator
and the wild feminine force,
until a moment of
union,
surrender,
victory,
death-birth
when mare and rider are as One.

This I am

2008-09-06T09:46:00.000-07:00

Awoke with a knot of worthlessness
In my belly.
Panic, anxiety, fear followed this knot.
Quick, help me untang-ill it.

I meditate. I breathe.
I understand the disease of separation.
From which all gordian knots arise.
Not, Negate, no gate to pass through.

I pull on the thread that unravels the whole story.
The one that I know to be true.
I am divine. All is divine.
I intend to perceive my own and others divinity at all times.
The intention cleanses me
Washes over my being like a waterfall of light
Re-cognition. Relaxation. Return.
I am One. I am whole. I am perfect.
This moment. This world. This body. This I.
The perceiver, receiver and creator of all existence.
This I am.

Collaboration

2008-08-17T20:13:00.000-07:00

co-written with Gary 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.

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.

Between the cracks

2008-08-11T08:08:00.000-07:00

Consciousness is
my cupped hands holding
the water of Life.

I fold my hands in silent prayer.
Where is the water?

Magic Nothing

2008-08-03T23:15:00.000-07:00

Tired, tired.
My mind wanders blindly
My heart is unsteady
I am fearful and restless
With fatigue.

I want to uplift myself
But the will is weak.
What do I need to counteract
restlessness?
Rest. Of course.
I sleep.

The Tao incomprehensible to me
I write, I writhe in ignorance
Hoping that I will stumble upon it,
Stub my toe on it stupidly
And as I pick up the offending rock
To fling it away in anger
There it lies underneath,
Shining, innocent, waiting…
Waiting for me.

I pick it up, my magic Nothing.
And slip it in my pocket
I walk on, happy……

But that hasn’t happened yet.

It was a wish, a whim,
my heart’s desire.
And desire is the culprit
Desire makes me culpable
Makes me succumb to Cupid.
Cupidity! Stupidity!
Did I imagine that my vow
would go unchallenged?
And would not the challenge be
in a form most alluring to me?
Cupid’s bow is playing a poem
That pulls on my heart-strings.
And I fall into the muddy pit of
my own desire.

Awaiting the Tao
Which looks like Nothing
Not even my desire for it.

I can stop this Now.
In an instant it was and is no more.

Saturn's Run

2008-07-31T13:57:00.000-07:00

As I stand at the end of an Age of challenge and oppression.
I carry within me the seeds of my own rebirth:
Wisdom, love, and eternal optimism.
A compass for where to go,
And the passion to see it through.

These flames burn brightly within me.
My heart is kindling to the fire of kindness.
Human-kindness!
My soul waters the seeds of a generosity of spirit.
That dispels the greed caused by de-vision:
The illusion of see-pairation, the pairs of opposites.

But truly O-pposition is an illusion.
It reflects two positions in an O.
A perfect WhOle in Time.

A rogue ant

2008-07-21T08:44:00.000-07:00

New love in my heart today,
Like softly falling snowflakes
Making my landscape virginal again.
This love, its not for any object
No subject either.
Just crystalline geometry of my heart's desire
To share my experience of being
An ant crawling on the skin of God.

I don't know that I'm living on this giant skin.
My ant vision only extends round the next horizon,
A foot away.
My ecosystems are in trouble,
My water supply is dwindling
Food is getting scared, I mean, scarce.
And what's worse, I don't even know
That I can't see very far, and I often forget that
There's this universe that God
Lives in, that I occupy a few millimeters of,
by pure Grace.
I become a rogue ant and try to climb up into God's ear,
In a moment of reflexive action
He swipes at me, WHAM!!!
My whole life topples.
Twin towers come crashing
Terror, panic, rogue ants scrambling,
Loss, remorse, grief, compassion
Love, waves and waves of Love
Comes rolling in from all quarters.
Washing my ant-hills away.

Another time, God is gentler...
She sweeps up the marching regiments with a feather duster
Some fall by the wayside, unable to hold fast
Most are deposited pell-mell
Into a new world, where
Ants and Gods are One and the same.

I feel

2008-07-17T23:36:00.000-07:00

I feel...

I feel myself....

I feel the pull of gravity

Pulling my body to the earth,

Holding me close,

Never letting me fall...

What a BALL!

X I S T (Space-Time)

2008-07-17T22:18:00.001-07:00

Only the present exists.

X coordinates of space
IS
T time

The past is a cone spiralling into the point of the present. This is the generations, the ancestors, karma. The seeds of the past are the fruit of the present, with tighter and greater velocity as it is closer to the moment.

Each moment has it’s thought, it’s feeling, it’s deed which spirals outwards to form the cone of future possibilities, and join with the next moment.

The past is imploding, the future is exploding. Every point along the spiral is a cause which is also the effect of a previous cause in one unbroken continuum of phenomena. Thus an action can be traced back to many causes, and can be a cumulative effect of a number of causes.

Each moment fourth with becomes a pre-pair-ation for the next.

See-quint (see 5) change is cause and effect. Sequent change is the spiral. Cyclic change is linear cycles repeating. Rotation of phenomena. Phenomes.

wet and dry

2008-07-16T17:13:00.000-07:00

Dry, dry
My heart feels dry
My throat is parched
My heart us dusty
High point of summer.
What ails me?
Aaah, it is a secret mistrust
Of the Universe.
Burrowing in and
influencing my faith
In creation.
What can I do
To dismantle this?

Simply know this:
Creation and I
are one and the same.
To mistrust creation
is to mistrust myself.
I restore trust by
noursihing myself
With water, food
and all thoughts good.

POET’S TREE BRANCHING

2008-07-10T20:14:00.000-07:00

co-written with John Brewer

Sleeping too late
Dreams, irresolute chaotic
Psychic forces stirring, tempting
My dream house splitting apart
Unrecognizable, all-too familiar
The doorbell leaps me awake.

Awake to the reality of my vow.
Chastity invites the lower nature
To vy for supremacy.
And in the midst of this agitation
I EXIST:
In a land before contradiction
A place before dreams.
Unthinkable, Untouchable, Unstoppable.

Firmly rooted moving forward
Doing nothing but allowing
The rising and falling of
Being and becoming
Within the hills and valleys of
Heart-mind body-soul:
I revel in my spirit journey.

Choosing a pathway
For now and tomorrow
Without knowing what may lay
Around the bends and breaks
Of, perhaps, a tortuous route,
I go forth in wonder and surprise
As one who has just arrived.

Arrived.
Arriver; To come
And I stay my arrival,
A rival I to the forces that bend
Joyously bubble I through the tortuous route
Like water.
I reflect the sky in open spaces.
I still myself in stagnant places.
Holding, containing, growing, waiting
for the moment when I may
rush forth innocently
Certain that I will be joined
by an ocean of eternal love.

"I" must be clear.
Here. No fear
Of fear. No interference.
At once definite as crystal
And diaphanous as light flowing through.
Wu wei!!! Ride and rider merge.
One being
Not doing
Time still and moving.
Fish swim in air.
I breath in ocean.
Now there are two. We
Make dolphin love forever.

A vesica piscis is a fish
Sacred geometry.
Two circles intersecting
Definite as Christ
The middle is adore-way
The woo way.
The two way
To One.

Through One
Each and every being
Harmonizes in holographic
Multiplicity, all
Falling in love,
Kaliedescopic jewels of
Starlight magnificently
Masquerading as formless form.

In adoration
Rivers of light and
Gold in grain
Conspire with earth and rain
To form loaves and fishes.
World so willing to hear
Echoes of the first word
And respond with miracle songs.

Is this a dream?
Of an ancient garden?
Or are we the bringers of a new dawn?
Once I saw a way to be
So natural
rivers of light traveling blue-electric
through my veins.
My love a net wide enough for all
I stood there in radiant reflection
Saying to myself
I know I know
That THIS is my birthright
And it is an extra-ordinary state
Extra, Extra! and free to boot.

Poets Tree Branching

2008-07-10T20:11:00.000-07:00

I gave my heart so completely to you,
that it seems almost impossible for me
to take the last step in splitting apart:
Letting another take your place.

I see it in my mind like a branch
that has been split in two,
and peeled apart, making a Y
converting to a V, a Five,
the sign for Victory and Regeneration.

But a V is still connected at the joint.

We are neurons in the mind of God
Fired by new light everyday.
Connected to Him by a syn-apse.
The synapse is a junction of two neurons, a joint.
Almost touching.

An apse is where the altar sits in a church.
In my body, I AM the church and the altar,
Radiating out from my center
Cell liberating everyday.
Almost touching: Nirvana.

And when the branch hangs heavy
with the fruit of this experience,
I will fall from the branch, scattering my seed
To bring forth New Light.

Smoke Screen

2008-07-10T20:10:00.001-07:00

Something pulls me at the back of my neck.
A connection gone awry.
A scab, a burning,
an imbalanced love
it dampens the fire in my heart
and turns it into acrid smoke.

I smoke I smoke I smoke
To mitigate the pain.
But it’s not my pain.
Smoking opens the gate
For the astral projection
Of another’s pain and fantasy
To enter my being.

No more, no more, no more.

NEAR DEATH

2008-07-10T20:05:00.000-07:00

co-written with Salina Clifton

You have to get very near-death
In order to live.
Every second,
Death walks hand-in-hand with Life
While I dance awake my serpent slumber

But it’s agonizing,
To die so many little deaths everyday.
When will I stop dying so often! I cry.
When you stop LIVING, the reptile lies.

And I say: No, when I start GIVING.

Once, when it was fully integrated;
Death came knocking
yet one more time.
I opened the door
& It slipped inside.
Bowing with reverence,
I took a deep breath &
Exhaled the pain inside my Heart.
To my surprise,
nothing remained to be felt.
Could this be???
Was this,
The Boogie Man I had managed to escape,
all these years
THIS NOTHINGNESS !!
And what, pray tell, was all the fuss about?
So much peace in Here....
The coiled serpent
Patiently awaiting her next dance."

WETLANDS

2008-07-10T20:04:00.000-07:00

Fate has me gripped in it’s jaws.
I’m wiggling helplessly,
Even though I know that this great beak
Is finally taking me to a place
that I’ve been wanting to go.

Because, I know,
that by the time I get there,
—I— will be swallowed up.

LIMITS

2008-07-10T20:03:00.001-07:00

In order to stay liminal
And illuminated
You must eliminate everything
That your body cannot absorb.
From your diet and from your alimentary canal.
Elementary, my dear Watson!

Moonlight

2008-07-10T20:00:00.001-07:00

You point to the moon, I look at your finger.
Too many moons have passed in finger-pointing.

Throwing New Light on Darkness

2008-07-10T19:59:00.002-07:00

It is the nature of Light
to embrace the Darkness.
It is the nature of Darkness
to conceal the light.

Recondite,
Hidden from view.
Recondition,
Make new.

Concealing the light
Softly glow within
Hidden from in Jury
That inner critic
Who sentences me
Incessantly.

I am the Light.
Looking for it outside myself
is Darkness.

Darkness is Underrated
This makes Eve ill
Miss Understood
An Understudy
Go Down Under
So you can Under Stand
That it’s only Eve being ill

Make her well again

Lift up the hem of Eve’s skirt
and look Under
You’ll find God there……
Dancing alone in the dark.

Out of the box

2008-07-10T19:59:00.001-07:00

I won’t fit
into any of those little boxes
Slotted for me:
Graphic designer,
Mother,
Indian,
Failure,
Goddess,
Middle-aged
Phenomenal.

But these you can grasp.

Fired!

2008-07-10T19:57:00.000-07:00

I fired my mind today.
It was for acting above and beyond
the call of duty.

Internal dialogue

2008-07-10T19:56:00.000-07:00

The reason we have “internal dialogue”
is because we think
there’s someone else there listening.
When one does this out loud,
and is walking alone down the street,
they call him a raving lunatic.
When one does this out loud,
and is in the White House,
they call him the President.

When I stop having imaginary
conversations with myself —
Then, I will have something to say.

Carrots

2008-07-10T19:55:00.000-07:00

Spiritual practices are like holding
out a carrot to a donkey.
A good teacher doesn’t give you carrots.
She tells you you’re A DONKEY.

Do Patterns Matter?

2008-07-09T07:54:00.000-07:00

Stripes on a tiger
Blobs on a leaf
Striations in my aura
Marks on my personality
What do these signify?
No cause for alarm here...
Life has ups and downs,
People can be good and bad
Weather comes and goes...
Do these matter?
I exist in a place that is beyond the pale
And beyond the veil
A land before contradiction
A place before dreams.
And from that infinite view
These patterns are
The Father turning,
And what matters is
The Mother churning,
Apparently,
this is how creation
IS.
And this is how I
come to
BE.

Who Loves?

2008-07-03T08:51:00.000-07:00

Michael
The whole universe being a projection of mind,
Who is there to love me,
and more to the point,
Who is there to be loved?

The very nature of the Self is Joy,
But looking about desperately for "something" to come to "me",
an assumed small self is experiencing pangs of misery.

What to do?
Be affectionate with the poor little delusion,
But don't dote on it!
Enjoy the Joy of Self whatever "anyone else" may say!

Lakshmi
Well, now.
I am there to love you.
And you are there to be loved.

And it is just so that this exquisite love between individuals
can be enJoyed,
That I came into form from formlessness.
From Unity I became Multiplicity.

But everyone of my fractions
Harbors within their in divide dual heart
The liberating secret:

Like this poem,
The whole Universe is a story
Told by One—to no one.

A butterfly, three mirrors and a candle

2008-06-30T22:08:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-30T08:29:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-06-28T10:47:00.000-07:00

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.

Inklings

2008-06-27T13:50:00.000-07:00

Here's an inkling,
For the weakling,
The key to inner chi.
The ling am I,
The sacred phallus,
Seed of energy.
Lost in the land of linguistics,
A cunning tongue indeed.
But if you can unravel the spell,
The Word will set you free.

Fee, Five, Foe, Fine,
Sits in the middle of nine,
The femi-nine divine.
Five the magic number,
The dark star that revives.
Waits in the dell of fidelity,
The valley of ecstasy.
Unlocked by feeling,
The golden flower
Yields its nectar secretly.

Now the movement that matters
Is no plunge in the dark.
Moving unwilled yet willing,
From the root to the heart,
Its the heart of the journey,
The journey to the heart.

If you take that plunge with eyes wide open,
You will meet no Other, in cosmic Union.

Wicked webs

2008-06-27T13:42:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-26T09:55:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-23T22:22:00.001-07:00

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.