The strength of my surrender

Is unspeakable
It is in the moment
When I accept that
My dreams are dashed to the ground
And crawl up through the rubble
My body aching
That the real dream rises up in me
Shining and resplendent.
Scraping the clouds...
For I AM
that Figure sitting
Legs dangling on the crescent moon
Head in the clouds
Fishing story.

My refrain

Raze the hills of judgement
Level the valleys of despair
Make it plain
That the Divine refrain
Is an extra-ordinary affair

The silent G

It is not that far that we have strayed from the path,

Just a fraction of a millimeter,

Too far for wisdom, beauty out of sight

So near! Is it easy to step over the line?

Yes, absurdly so. Just give up the ghost.

And get aliGned.

To the silent G, and the major Sea

Of Consciousness.

Love frequently

I tune into the frequency of elation

A high wall of energy ~just behind~

the traffic of the normal state

A grand canyon of stillness

Capable of receiving strong winds

With equanimity

Joy the discipline,

That holds firm the banner

Of clarity, charity, and going beyond

Disparity.

Joy, the libation

That expands the chest muscles

A rush of oxygen

An accordion of

An inner knowing

Billows.

Catalyst

To cause a change

Yet remain unperturbed.

To lean a ship,

A relationship

This way. That way

Every which way.

Until there’s no more inclinations

Only inklings.

And the ridge of Earth

Between the furrows.

Ploughed All Ways to One Way.

The mother no other

Every night, around 4 am

I creep into your room

With the fan whirring above you

The ayah sleeping on the floor

In readiness for diaper action

I curl up next to you, put my arms around you,

Bury my face in the musty sheets 

of disappointment

at a life whose promise remains unfulfilled.

But we still have these darkness moments

Of pure oceanic communion.

I was once in you

And you are forever in me

In the morning,

With TV blaring, sitting in your cane chair

You smile beatifically at me

And we both know

Some things are still unspoiled.