Aftermath

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.

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 Life and Fate,
Conspire to rattle your Cage.

Arc Angel

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

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

Time is just for giving.

Gilded Fool

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

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

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

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.