Here we go again, you and I down Crisis Road.
But my heart whispers: "Christ is in the crisis."
I feel the skin of my ego thinning
As the uncertainty deepens and the options
evaporate like sea foam.

I feel the T within me.
The cross of my crucifiction, is the story of my misforTune.
But what if heaven were on earth?
Why everything would be inverted then.
ForTune would become misforTune
And misforTune forTune.

There's a lesson in that swing from one extreme
To the other.
Stand fast says my Soul.
I can suddenly hear that voice of deeper wisdom
Grown more numinous.
Speaking to me.

The Wait of a Thought

The weight of a thought is
Ephemeral
Immeasurable
In the distance between
thought and keys

What if all your thoughts were right thoughts?
Like jewels
Which you cannot wait to write down.

In my moments of
Prescient Presence,
I notice that there IS
in the ABSENCE
of idle thoughts
An attention and
Thoughtless Energy.

In the moment
That THINKS NOT of the past
And WAITS NOT for the future
Intelligence is utilized
into PER-SEIVING
the Present
Into acting instant-aenously
In the mo-ment-ality
With a full deck of in4mation
Whole-o-graphic V-shen
Great Attitude.

So what does a thought weigh?
Does it weigh you down?
Does it lift you up?
Is there power in your response
In the Mo-ment?

Which thoughts make your
consciousness FLOAT
On a C of Eternity?

What happens when you shift yourself to a higher vibration?

A transmutation occurs within

And from that inner marriage

And meeting of

Heart and Mind

Desire and Wisdom

Something else occurs

Your words find wings

And you are able to lift your thoughts

Upon the bootstraps of your words

Into the frequency of elation.

Now elation is not the giddy joy

Of an ignorant fool who misses the point of attention

Elation is a frequency,

Bright white electric pulse of non judgment

With a sustained joy that comes from being God.

Elation finds the creative current

The current of transformation

That WE must ride,

WE HUMANS,

Thrown together on the new clear currents of a dis-aster

Called Spaceship Earth.

It is a challenge to see the star in dis-aster,

But I’ll shine my light on you

And see the star that you are

And you will shine more brightly on me.

And together we’ll light up other people’s hearts

With Love.

And what little precious time we may have left on this planet

We will savor, every drop, every precious drop of Life as we know it.

It is the most sacred thing, this moment.

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.

The branch hangs heavy

How fortunate I am to reach this flight

This stairstep of surrenders

This stairway to heaven

I am feeling the wholeness of my being

The deadness of past disappointments

As they rise up in me momentarily

I see that this, this pre-occupation

Does not satisfy me anymore

I long no more for something more from you

But seek to fulfill something more in me

That is being, becoming

Crystalline forming

Un in habited territory

Of my own consciousness

Awaiting my attention.

Just Grace

What do I know?
What do I no?
No gate, posit ion or place
no poems colliding in space
No race, no case
Just grace

Tunneling to freedom

I dreamt I was crawling through a tunnel
On all fours.
Sharp stones pricking my knees,
My head hitting the ceiling.
It was dark and uncomfortable, that tunnel
Like Papillion
I was escaping from a prison
Except mine was a mental prison
And I am tunneling my way out
With every golden word I write and speak.
Although I cannot see the light
At the end of this tunnel
I know that freedom
Awaits me at the other end.
Freed from my own miss-conceptions
Doubt-FREE I will BE!