Friday, September 26, 2008

The Book of Love

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.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Maduram

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.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Looking for love in all the right places

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.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Dust Settles

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

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?

Monday, September 15, 2008

Anointed

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.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Reflected in You

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.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Fear

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!

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.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

CONTAINING CHAOS.

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.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

This I am

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.