How does the good prevail?
Its before the shadow,
And before the vale.
How is innocence lost?
It happens when the shadow looms large
And the protectors are not about.
Why are they not about?
Because, the shadow looms large and the good is veiled.
Its Life. A story most real.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Harmless
God, please help me.
Keep me from overthinking.
Allow some of these bad feelings to just go by,
Without taking form.
Let them be released harmlessly back into the
Emptiness from which they arose.
For I am Self, living this most realistic illusion
of being Lakshmi, a person in a body.
And I am also Non-Self, the source of all illusion.
Keep me from overthinking.
Allow some of these bad feelings to just go by,
Without taking form.
Let them be released harmlessly back into the
Emptiness from which they arose.
For I am Self, living this most realistic illusion
of being Lakshmi, a person in a body.
And I am also Non-Self, the source of all illusion.
Binoculars
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
But 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.
A binocular vision.
Huge godly arms adjusting the lenses:
His. Hers.
My breath quicker, deeper.
A divine Consciousness peering out through dual eyes
But 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.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Brilliance
Love exists
before and after
this moment.
The sands of time in our glass count eternity.
Infinitely counting Time
Time to tell the truth.
We spin a spell, weave a yarn
And these threads create our web of belief.
We are devoured by a web of our own making.
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.
before and after
this moment.
The sands of time in our glass count eternity.
Infinitely counting Time
Time to tell the truth.
We spin a spell, weave a yarn
And these threads create our web of belief.
We are devoured by a web of our own making.
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.
Unknowable
The un-knowable is just a word.
It means nothing!
However,
Nothing is not un-knowable.
You too, will eat your words one day.
It means nothing!
However,
Nothing is not un-knowable.
You too, will eat your words one day.
Internal Dialogue
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 he’s in the White House,
they call him the President.
When I stop having imaginary
conversations with myself —
Then, I will have something to say.
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 he’s in the White House,
they call him the President.
When I stop having imaginary
conversations with myself —
Then, I will have something to say.
Donkey
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.
out a carrot to a donkey.
A good teacher doesn’t give you carrots.
She tells you you’re A DONKEY.
Water of Life
Consciousness is my cupped hands
holding the water of life.
I fold my hands in silent prayer.
Where is the water?
holding the water of life.
I fold my hands in silent prayer.
Where is the water?
Conundrum
Man longs to know it all.
God longs for immortal forgetting.
And so a child is born.
God dreams perfectly.
Man dreams imperfectly.
Hence the conflict.
God longs for immortal forgetting.
And so a child is born.
God dreams perfectly.
Man dreams imperfectly.
Hence the conflict.
Love Poem to God
You whisper sweet Nothing in my ear
in the still of the night.
For centuries I have played this game of
seduction wih you.
I draw closer, and then hide behind the veil again.
You stay constant, devoted, patient,
waiting for me to wake up.
I am a woman now...
bored with silly games of flirtation.
Kiss me deeply…….
And let this taste linger on my lips all morning.
in the still of the night.
For centuries I have played this game of
seduction wih you.
I draw closer, and then hide behind the veil again.
You stay constant, devoted, patient,
waiting for me to wake up.
I am a woman now...
bored with silly games of flirtation.
Kiss me deeply…….
And let this taste linger on my lips all morning.
Firelight
All day long I think about the fireplace.
At night, I sit intently watching the fire.
I’m tired of all these flaming thoughts,
They leave me cold.
There are stories flickering in the firelight
Waiting to be told.
At night, I sit intently watching the fire.
I’m tired of all these flaming thoughts,
They leave me cold.
There are stories flickering in the firelight
Waiting to be told.
prayer
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
Help me get 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 razor’s edge
With certain step and Gentleness.
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
Help me get 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 razor’s edge
With certain step and Gentleness.
Bursting!
There is a 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.
And yet I am so shy. Why am I shy?
Give me an instrument to express this Love with.
Let me Love and be Loved as Thee.
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.
And yet I am so shy. Why am I shy?
Give me an instrument to express this Love with.
Let me Love and be Loved as Thee.
THIS IS
THIS IS A
subtler,
stronger
cleaner,
quicker,
sweeter,
smarter,
bigger,
brasher,
deeper,
denser,
mistier,
mystery
THAN I THOUGHT
subtler,
stronger
cleaner,
quicker,
sweeter,
smarter,
bigger,
brasher,
deeper,
denser,
mistier,
mystery
THAN I THOUGHT
I AM
I am the water and the wetness
I am the thirst and the fire
I am the desert and the flower
I am the path and the power.
I am the well of desire
I am the rope that breaks
I am the jug that’s cracked
I am the water that leaks.
I am the blinding, I am the blind.
I am the epic, I am the Mind.
I AM
All of these, and none of the above.
I am the thirst and the fire
I am the desert and the flower
I am the path and the power.
I am the well of desire
I am the rope that breaks
I am the jug that’s cracked
I am the water that leaks.
I am the blinding, I am the blind.
I am the epic, I am the Mind.
I AM
All of these, and none of the above.
MAHAMANTRA
We’ve been in a big spell. 26,000 year spell of time. And that spell needs to be broken by a different kind of spell, a healing mantra. And this healing mantra has vibration (vib = color,) (ratio = reason/number), (ration = a small portion, or a little piece for everyone)
Sound and sound vibrations being the agent for change on the planet. Healing the sound of the planet. Healing the sounds we make, namely our words, our speech. This is the biggest mantra of all.
Unlocking the keys in lan(d)guage, gauging the land, and seeing and breaking the spell that holds us in apathy.
What is the myth about Mahamantra?
That this mantra will deliver us. But its not really mouthing some chants, it is understanding that mantra is sound and sound is vibration, and we are sound-makers.
Every word we speak is a mantra.
Collectively, we are creating the Mahamantra.
Sound and sound vibrations being the agent for change on the planet. Healing the sound of the planet. Healing the sounds we make, namely our words, our speech. This is the biggest mantra of all.
Unlocking the keys in lan(d)guage, gauging the land, and seeing and breaking the spell that holds us in apathy.
What is the myth about Mahamantra?
That this mantra will deliver us. But its not really mouthing some chants, it is understanding that mantra is sound and sound is vibration, and we are sound-makers.
Every word we speak is a mantra.
Collectively, we are creating the Mahamantra.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Love is Present
There is Love present in this room.
Love comes masquerading as anger
as pain....as tears...
as a story of suffering
And then, in the most unpredictable way
Love shows its true face….
The face of grace
The light in the eye shedding a tear
The arms that hold softly when the heart is heavy
A lyrical dance amongst the ashes of yesterday’s pain
Breathing new life into the Universe.
Love comes masquerading as anger
as pain....as tears...
as a story of suffering
And then, in the most unpredictable way
Love shows its true face….
The face of grace
The light in the eye shedding a tear
The arms that hold softly when the heart is heavy
A lyrical dance amongst the ashes of yesterday’s pain
Breathing new life into the Universe.
The Fifth
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 new love.
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 new love.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Visionary Vine
I am one of those wandering
in the debris of irresponsibility
Crumbling monoliths of grandiose resolve
left by those who rampaged before me.
If I am to build again,
I must reach deep into the dirt
Buried in the past is a truth that’s whole.
I will build a simple house,
one of stone and sunlight—
with a visionary vine climbing
up the window to the stars!
in the debris of irresponsibility
Crumbling monoliths of grandiose resolve
left by those who rampaged before me.
If I am to build again,
I must reach deep into the dirt
Buried in the past is a truth that’s whole.
I will build a simple house,
one of stone and sunlight—
with a visionary vine climbing
up the window to the stars!
Elationship
A disciple uses discipline
An adept adapts.
Leadership is a relationship between Two—
One leading and one following.
In Oneness there are no leaders,
Only the ship sailing in the wind.
An adept adapts.
Leadership is a relationship between Two—
One leading and one following.
In Oneness there are no leaders,
Only the ship sailing in the wind.
Hummer of Love
Is it just my imagination?
…..Or did the whole world turn sweeter?
In the flash of a synapse
a hair's breadth away?
Nothing really shifted.
But it did anyway.
Your hand gently brushed aside
My hair…….No! my face.
And behind my face - the whole human race!
Galaxies spinning, in sync with my cells
Angels and devils, whistles and bells.
Insight comes streaming, like Light through the eye
Seriously sober, curiously high.
A dark liquid throbbing.
A pulsating sound.
I don’t recognize it….
I think its the ground.
But wait—its my heart, my heart!
My heart’s in the journey at last
The Motive and Motor
The Divine Promoter
The Dark Saboteur
The Hummer of Love.
My heart.
…..Or did the whole world turn sweeter?
In the flash of a synapse
a hair's breadth away?
Nothing really shifted.
But it did anyway.
Your hand gently brushed aside
My hair…….No! my face.
And behind my face - the whole human race!
Galaxies spinning, in sync with my cells
Angels and devils, whistles and bells.
Insight comes streaming, like Light through the eye
Seriously sober, curiously high.
A dark liquid throbbing.
A pulsating sound.
I don’t recognize it….
I think its the ground.
But wait—its my heart, my heart!
My heart’s in the journey at last
The Motive and Motor
The Divine Promoter
The Dark Saboteur
The Hummer of Love.
My heart.
Abel's Quest
Abel was an able man
Once Innocent and free
Lost his vision through division
Stumbled, scrambling for the key
But the key was locked in sadness
Deaf to push and plea
He pondered here, he wandered there
T'was all to no avail
Until one day in deep travail
His labor sudden fruit did yield
A hummingbird flew in his heart
On wings of ecstasy
She set his heart a-fluttering
In matching symphony
He knew again the joy of life
From root to heart to crown
It's essence wafted through his form
In humble majesty
Once Innocent and free
Lost his vision through division
Stumbled, scrambling for the key
But the key was locked in sadness
Deaf to push and plea
He pondered here, he wandered there
T'was all to no avail
Until one day in deep travail
His labor sudden fruit did yield
A hummingbird flew in his heart
On wings of ecstasy
She set his heart a-fluttering
In matching symphony
He knew again the joy of life
From root to heart to crown
It's essence wafted through his form
In humble majesty
The Eternal Truth
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.
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 someone else’s 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.
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.
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 someone else’s 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.
Intimacy
Into me see
And what's left of Me
Unravels like a ball of light
Stripped of Mystery
For I AM the great divide
I multiply and equalize.
Sometimes mine-us too.
My heart is simple,
Rhythmic arithmetic
Beats to Nothing,
Rings in One
Is coupled to Two,
Is split by Three.
So on and so Fourth,
Quintessentially.
A sequence of sequins,
Stars…..
Uni verse chants
Mathematics, the Mother's theme
Dances in Patterns, the Father turns
Matter patters endlessly,
It’s Sacred Geometry.
A complex tune, a formless chant
Sometimes I see it, sometimes I can't.
And what's left of Me
Unravels like a ball of light
Stripped of Mystery
For I AM the great divide
I multiply and equalize.
Sometimes mine-us too.
My heart is simple,
Rhythmic arithmetic
Beats to Nothing,
Rings in One
Is coupled to Two,
Is split by Three.
So on and so Fourth,
Quintessentially.
A sequence of sequins,
Stars…..
Uni verse chants
Mathematics, the Mother's theme
Dances in Patterns, the Father turns
Matter patters endlessly,
It’s Sacred Geometry.
A complex tune, a formless chant
Sometimes I see it, sometimes I can't.
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