In Divide Dual

Today I awoke with an invisible hand
clutching the back of my neck
In a vice grip. My ego?
What vice is that? That is seizing me?
What errant thought has commandeered
The passageway between
My heart and my mind?
Between Heaven and Earth?
Even as I write these words, the hold loosens.
One by one, I pry open the talons.

On the threshold of every big leap into
The free-fall of spiritual awareness
The ego, in divided dual blindness
Blocks the Way.
I am patient. Infinitely patient.
Time is of no matter to me.
The ego is my ally. I meet it halfway.
Our meeting is incendiary, like a forest fire,
Burning away the dross
In THIS body. Making a clearing.
And afterwards, amongst the charred remains,
I will grow more lush and green.
Peace and Tranquility become visible.
In the clear light of a new Era.

Plus-Minus

Negate has no gate
And no way through.
A mine-us sign of separation
Just a horizontal, without the vertical
Half full, half empty,
That wobbly world of shifting poles.

Positive is a good position.
Plus its in the middle of the poles.
The Middle Way.
Add vertical to horizontal, and
You see through the glass,
Through the world of shifting possibilities
To that infinite field of dreams
Where there is always room
For another good thought...
For another impossible dream...
For another heartfelt wish for a better world.

Doubt free

Doubt has a silent b.
Subtle has a silent b.
Be silent.
In silence, the subtle voice of in-tuition
Comes forth....
In images...
In words...
A flash of insight...
A synaptic crackle...
A rising tide of excitement.
One sees causes and effects rippling out
Into the future.

Therefore...
Don't voice the doubt.
Don't doubt the subtle.
Just act on it now.

My Every Thought

Once more tumbled out into the dark skin of Night.
I float free, dare not speak my terror,
I turn to this poem to save me from error.

The light enclosed by the body, it rests in delight
And I too must dance with it, joyous as the endless Night.

And so I will.
Step out onto that striped tiger waiting giantly there for me.

Let it go my little Me,
Her fears and petty plight
I will step out into the light

Living as though...
I Might Be love
I Might Believe,
My every thought has the power
to create...
SUBSTANCE.

The Heart of the Journey

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

The penis a sword
Designed to pierce the veil
Of Female mystery.
Unlocked by Feeling
The golden flower
Yields it’s nectar secretly.

Fee, Five, Foe, Fine
Sits in the middle of nine
The Feminine Divine.
Five, the magic number
The dark star that revives
Waits in the dell of Fidelity
The Valley of Ecstasy

The movement that matters
No plunge in the dark.
Moving unwilled yet willing
from root to the heart:
It’s 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.

Seetha

Catalyst:
To cause a change
Yet remain unperturbed.
To lean a ship,
A Relation ship
List to the left
List to the right
This way, that way
Every which way
Until there’s no inclinations.
Only inklings….
And the ridge
Of earth
Between the furrows
Plowed side by side
One way to Always.

Meaning of Me

The Twin Towers
A gross magnification of Me

My life dramas
Are going on outside the kitchen sink
As are yours
If you would only take your stunned syes
Off the TV and question the myth
Unfolding before you for meaning.
The Me in the Mean
And the Me in the theMe

Trivialized
By vicarious fascination
you sit on the couch watching
or I sit on the meditation bench
Not witnessing
The greater story unfold
As though I had no part in it
As though it were beyond my concern
The story is completely shielded from my reflections, both in the mirror
And in the shades that reflect only
Me, Me, Me
The perfect and impenetrable fortress against
Hunger
Poverty
Grief
War
And Love
A private cocoon of misery
Reflected in a public cocoon of
Mystery

But cocoons give birth to chrysalis
And butterflies are free.

The Tree of Life

I wade in the pool
Words rushing through my mind
THE TAO
If you touch it, it eludes you
If you grasp it, it slips
If you push it, you fall
If you revere it, you stumble
If you misunderstand it, you fail

It’s the gleam of a sunbeam hitting a pupil
The intention in the whining of a power tool
It’s everywhere, discernable in the slightest thing
They call it the ETERNAL MYS TERY

A Fool on the Hill

The dark soil of my body
is fertile ground
For Thy tree to grow.
I will water it patiently and watch,
—like a fool on the hill—
as Presence gradually fills up
the landscape of my Being.

Green Tao

I invite all my parts to graze in greenness
I call this the meadow walking through the maiden
I change Fortune’s Destiny.
I call this Shaping Fate

INTENTION

Held in tension
A thought!
Cradled in Love
An image! A feeling!
Excitement rises in me
Like the night before Christmas
I know that my wish-list
Will be fulfilled
Under that Tree of Life

I know that my Presence
Is the flower,
My attention the stem
My intention the seed.
And my Being is the root
Of all ATTRACTION

His Story

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 divine dream,
And this body too must die.

But the Eternal Truth remains that I AM
neither story nor storyteller.

Dancing Buddha

Dancing Buddha in my mind
Listening to the tune Divine
Lightening up another twine
Between the Me, the Mean and Mine.

Untwist now these mortal coils!
Cut loose every patterned foible
Now I've got a helping hand.
Strand by strand I understand.

An Ode to the Candle Maker

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.

The Light is Constantly Whispering

I have looked inside a million portals
Out each a beautiful whisper

Saying it is you, it is you
Who must find beauty
standing full
Among leaves of artifice
and words of wrath
and even acts so foul
that spirit shrinks
….because…

By drawing down
the shades of violence
we begin the bloody night
mare galloping blindly
trapped in a cage
rent by the Age
Just words on a page?
Then comes the knight
to ride the steed
meet the need
Rescue the mare

As the rise of dawn
destroys without question
the shadows of night
So it is I who must see
the heart of the unknown
the precious jewel
reflected in the limitless forms

The knight is I
as is the mare
words in my heart, words on my face

Kabir Kadre Lakshmi Narayan

Not knowing

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.

Throwing New Light on Darkness

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 Evil’s skirt and look Under.
You’ll find God there, dancing alone in the dark.




Fiery Grace

There is in Me, a fiery Grace
Emblazoned in my psychic Space
My signature of Spirit in Soul
Breathing out this body Whole….
And while I’m Here…
I’ll spend a spell, and sell a well,
……of Being.

Then,
Freedom’s flame it fans my Heart
It sparks my Will, I play my Part.
My cheeky smile, it dares to win.
It re-igKnights my intuition.
I see the path quite simply, clearly
There’s the Truth, it’s X-pressed w-Holy.
An S-SENSE felt by my
5 Senses.
It’s Physical, a phi-cycle.

The truth is curved, it’s mirrored HERE
By a SPHERE
A round ball SPins, It’s HERE.
I stand on it, spinning……
…………….feeling………
………..marveling.

Space

Give me space,
and I'll give you spaciousness.

Make your ceiling high-domed,
Like a temple,
And you'll see the fabulous geometry of
life playing like a sun-shadowed
mosaic pattern on your walls.

Hold your breath,
Become quiet,
And in that still small space
Your mind will know with certainty
That the heart is true,
And nothing gets wasted.

Nature doesn't work like that.
Not even human nature.

Whole Futures

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.

Sky of Mind, Body of Truth

Sky of Mind, Body of Truth

Help me see through the illusion

of Self, and Other.

Drop the veils of Perception

From the Eyes of my Heart

And let me feel the Oneness

That permeates all Being

That plays out this Part.

For I am caught in the illusion

Pain-body so tight.

Shadows of old fright, plague me at night.

Thank God, I know better.

I've heard Truth's Song.

It's a scratchy old song—replayed too many times.

Give me a fresh melody of Oneness

For THIS moment, and this, and this moment too.....

Sky of Mind, Body of Truth.

No Self, no Other, only Ruth.