in battle, war

rage with death
not against it
if one must fight
do so with all the irrationality
of dark rage
seek not to perserve one's life
but accept as foreordained
death
revel in its madness

look to the edges of reality
to the cracks in its veneer
for truth, insight

the grey edges give way
to white billowy clouds
of spirit, true substance
life dissolves, death passes
spiritual reality emerges

there lies dormant in man
a powerful tool
that requires personal self-restraint
its power comes from the willingness
to inflict, undertake, suffering upon one's self
thru suffering inner power can be projected outward
and influence attained on earth
fasting activates such a power
... forty days in the desert

By sacrifice
we attract the Spirit
that She, holy
may transfigure our psychic natures
so the Forces of Light
may find expression in our bodies

in the moment, of the moment
moment to moment
the countless waves
of the incoming tide
ceaseless, eternal

give up clutching, holding
let go, surrender
the moment is full forever
yea, brimming-over
the Divine provides...
hence, Divine Providence

isn't an absence seizure
but a prelude
similitude
to death (or life)
how do we know during
any given moment
whether we have not crossed over
an infinite number of universes
each a moment in and of our lives
the drama continues, the thread unbroken
how inconsequential something as undetectable
but the barest moment
a time frame from this to that

the only clue, lies in its irrationality

who wouldn't want or choose
the kingdom of heaven
if only they knew
the Beauty, the Joy therin
for that reason thou give us not
like Job before
in the face of defeat... loss
because you have put heaven in our hearts
because from time to time you allow us
a fleeting glimpse of the Angelic Way
knowing that we wuld choose the heavenly path
knowing that we wuld turn from no obstacle
you gave us sweet adversity to draw us to you

a moment of irrational instinctive awareness

...fleeting glimpses

outta the corner of my eye
out to where the rough edges of reality
ill-fit

Your heart is free
have the Courage to follow it

By Soul-force deep in our hearts

we transform the world and perfect it
in a word...Satyagraha

can we give it up...
holy indifference
ask for nothing, refuse nothing
leave ourselves in the hands of Divine Providence
wishing nothing but what occcurs
moment to moment...open
receptive to the impulses flowing from heaven

three angels arrayed
up in a tree, over my shoulder
just behind me
they talked with child-like innocence
making me blush at Purity so near

sacrificial twins
rumsfield and sadam
in synchronicity these co-conspirators
"hang" together...

caught from behind
over the shoulder
by the breath of angelic whisper

Pure Inocence
so stellar in its origin
that it passes undetected

unnoticed

save-for a divine hint

no sorrow, no remorse
don't look back
stay the course

shuld we celebrate life
or mourn for it
by all means
not stuck in-between

i know these hardships
serve a purpose
they drive out weakness
and strengthen character

"if you want to live life free
take your time, go slowly
step by step,stone by stone
heartfelt things are holy..."

st. francis

fill my heart with love
that i may draw a steady mark
walk a sacred way

soul likes to wreak havoc
turn things around
stand them upside down
but to each portion of soul
add its complimentary measure of light
thus a slow growth of original self
takes root

we are too much with war
in this "culture" of ours
war on poverty war on drugs
the taliban and iraq
not to mention syria
and n. korea too

what kind of mind-set defines itself
as "at war"
who or whatever must have been absent
when "the sermon on the mount" was preached

i have wrent pain and destruction
upon my body
in an attempt to bring forth what is within
yea, i have been too coarse in my methods
i am in need of grace and gentleness
in my practice
but i will "stay the course"

by blood sacrifice
do we re-create The Garden
only by grace and humility
is the work completed

by storm my subconscious rose
like a boiling cauldron
a raging volcano
inflicting chaos and destruction on all around
by flame and fire
sparing naught
nay, even my desire...

by cruelties of fate
that which hardens my body
lay soft over my soul

oh! thoz enduring beautiful
Amish Angels of Nickel Mines
that horror and mis-deed
beget love and forgiveness
when will the world embrace
The Way...
the Amish version of "shock and awe"

in the juxtaposition
of great sorrow and great happiness
one can live only in the sanctity of the moment...
taking refuge in the great unborn
carrying out one's sentence
like "a dead man walking"

do a little dance with darkness
suffer a little pain
when you get back again
you got a little 'magic'

i sense a presence
a sweet-nectar of orange
fragrance from the Garden

a pain so exquisite
so original
barely detectable
a pain born in innocence
so remote
unnatural in its mortality
a glimpse into the divine way of heaven
a taste of angelic beautitude

pulmonary edema/congestive heart failure
transient ischemia
by whatever names i know you
it matters not
so now, a call from the deep
an excursion into darkness

secrets dark
too dark for the telling
secrets dark and dwelling
now the moment is upon us
dissolve the bonds remove the restraints
open to darkness
let the forces of light and dark mix
soul demands the encounter
so we meet, again
Noble Truth

tho wuld i have the world
I embrace my deafness
for it is thru the thoughts of the heart
I hear, not the sensless babble of the world...
God first makes deaf those for whom he has great love
they enjoy communion with God
he makes their heart understand
then the beauty of Creation
begins to manifest

Never lose sight of
Original Innocence
for the fullness thereof
never diminishes

By the silence of their ears
God speaks thru their hearts
and never is Divine Wisdom heard
by mortals alone
Praise be to the Silent Testimony
that issues forth from
organs so Pure

when i stir in these twi-light
morns
i hunt and peck
papper and pen
as sure not to disturb
others warmly nestled -in
gently i lay down my computer keys
silently
only to realize it is me whose silence
i secretly protect, that it may blossom
like mornin dew, fresh and sweet

if we want to dress, re-dress the ineqities of humanity
if the Earth we want to re-store
we must go down, descend
deep into the wellpsrings of life
and there encounter the Divine
deep, deep, in our own mother
the Earth
in her Sacred but defiled womb
she holds the beneficient dispensation
All who wish to bless
can be blessed
albeit descent into the dark, danky womb
of the Earth Mother
and there find the Primal shared
Spark of Life

there is something that i dearly
miss
if i but hold it silently
safely tucked away in the darknesss of my heart
someday that certain something will ignite
as by thunderbolt
step-out
into the Light of day again

Reuturn
Things cannot be destroyed forver

Oil is nothing but the deconmposition
of the Earth's sludge
fit for nothing but burning in
Satan's Furnances
Truth only issues forth from the mouth
of the LORD
not that men and boys shuld be sent out to redeem filthy lucre

The kiss of my soul
I lay upon your lips
may your heart
rise to meet it

When we possess something great
such as Beauty, Truth, or Clarity
we must be cautious and weary as a fox
for egotism is always on the prowl
just for the strengths in the aforementioned qualities
egotism must deceive, steal if it can
from true substance, as it has none of its own

Your Beauty cannot be marred
by the ugliness of egotism
You are complete and whole
untouched by elusive influences

"Beautiful and clear within
gentle and devoted without
hence exposed to great adversity"

Wilhelm p. 565

when you love someone
strong and true
there is an effervescence quality to your life
you are light and buoyant yet steady and stable
Love is the elixir
that makes life sparkle

Inferior influenzes sometimes rise
to the levels for which they were never intended
exercise power to which they have no right

that I might stand with you
outside of time and space
soldiers in the Light Brigade
may we seek out and illuminate
hidden recesses, elusive influenzes
that darken corners of ego retreat/refuge

There is a time for bravery
a time to fight
but he who has Joy
serves life well

Yet, we have not eyes to see
what manner of Light
it is that fills the heavens
even those dark places
the so-call "black holes"
may be illuminated with Divine Light
Far from empty and dark the heavens
are luminous with a Radiant Light
on a level un-perceived by mortals
that higher-order light is nonetheless
the self-same as the Creator Himself
to imagine a condition or effect
seperate of the Divine
is human folly...
its the disease of mind
dualism
that projects its non-unified condition
on heavenly creation
no greater deception has man
than to imagine that the projections
of his diseased mind are reality absolute

Be ye gentle
yea, even docile
before the Holy Spirit
who trancendent manifests the Tao
would that you only know
the glory of the gifts
waiting upon the humble approach

in this moment
if this moment only
may I be in communion
with the heavenly spirit
may that which is
within
and that without
come together in blessed union

Light from the beginning of time
Light from the edges of the Universe
Light from the far reaches of beginning and end
enfold upon themselves
to create a unitive experience--this moment

you barren, parched fields
of undulating prairie
stretching unto the seas
yield up an ounce of sustenance
for a homeless wanderer such as me

Strengthen me
Primal Light
shining from the edges of the Universe
burning bright

I thought it would be more...
more to it than this
something waited for has transpired
and...uhhhh
I thought there would be more
I feel cheated, emotionally
there shulda been a big-bang
and balloons...you know
not even a whimper, much less a roar

I got a letter of rejection
today
a literary magazine:
"Your work not reflective of our interests"
as i reflect upon that
I lose interest...

there is a litmus test
for our feelings
they either originate in
love or fear
just by sorting them out
we increase the power of spirit
in the world

when we shut-down
by-pass
the premptive filters of the mind
concepts/constructs
we can actually witness miracles in progress
everyday life becomes spectacular

two-ton Tessie
big and beautiful
she's big and beautiful
to me...

Mothers, teach your children well...

Meaningful coincidences
sometimes go un-noticed
but never is life devoid of the divine
what escapes the eye
seldom gets by the heart

Were it up to my own
humble and meager means alone
I should have little to no influence
but by virtue of humility and perseverance
divine work continues unobstructed
"...the will does not give up what has been ordained"


Wilhelm, p.612

In matters of the heart I must confess
a certain naivity
for I know not what manner of love
worthy woman
you are accustomed
but be it part and parcel
I must defer
for I am not familiar with ways
that so divide and apportion

I have forgiveness in my heart
but let me not be buried with it
forgiveness is but the compost
rich humus
of New Beginnings

I hear confession
like a village priest bound to silence
allowing the full revelation
of the hearts burden/desire
uninterruptted
and when it is complete
...it never happened

In the cloak of darkness
she whispers secret confessions
her naked love standing innocent
if I let on that I hear, I know
I understand
she would plead innocence
abandon...quickly flee
for truth strikes a tenuous balance
shyly it stands
tenderly is it nourished

When we turn love inside-out
so cruel, heartless
we maime ourselves

tho we feel the urge
never indulge the anger

anytime we reverse the affinity of the heart
we slay life itself

"Wear seven-star boots and come to me in the night
garbed in love, late to my tent.
The moons will rise from dusty cabinets of light.

And we shall rest our love like rare beasts tired of flight
In the high reeds where the world is spent."

Else Lasker-Schuler

"Now that you lie buried on the hill
The earth is sweet.

Wherever I now walk on tiptoe
I wander over pure paths.

O the roses of your blood
gently saturate death.

No more am I afraid
of dying."

Else Lasker-Schuler

Texas
my Texas
i look up and see
the clouds of my childhood
lookin down on me

They have the gall, the audacity
to comitt horrific crimes
is it not enough to put people in ovens
to snuff out life
technology now allows the perpetrators to microwave
our fellow-man
to eradicate with lasers
utilizing the secrets of the universe
the life-giving power of energy itself
to perform the most base
of human crime
MURDER...
but not even the distance
between
high technology and the lowest form
of human behavior
is enough to preserve today's Cain and Abel
on one side
militants boldly behead and broadcast
for the world to witness
while the other
clothed in the disguise of a "Noble Cause"
use secret, high-tech methods
to accomplish the same end
while caught in the middle
ultimately paying the price
an unwilling, unsuspecting human sacrifice

The horror of this insanity
should awaken, shock the conscience
of the most distant, remaining
remnant of human compassion

where, 'o where
is the moral outrage
what is left of God's people
that they knowingly perform
this gross in-human indignity
yet
suffer no moral indignation...

Where, oh God
is the remnant of the human heart
the lament that would suffer this
that thou so tenderly
brought to life in an earthly
paradise...
spread before him
(created in your image)
the Gifts of a heavenly Garden?

today
I went blind
instead of darkness
all i saw was light

we have to look past the superficial
obscuring
perceptions that we may get of others
to get to the true and noble
characteristics
that lie just below the surface
but nonetheless
are real and enduring

today two soldiers in line
at subway
standing proudly in their desert fatigues
unscathed, unmarred
very much alive and well
albeit but for the horror
re-playing in my mind
of other soldiers horribly injured
never the same
never to innocently wait
unsuspecting
for their sandwhiches, again

when you lose someone
whatever the reason
theres a pain activated by every passing sorrow
every hint of suffering
as love is eternal
so the anguish
that attaches to its loss

war and strife
justice--justification
passions flame burns like wildfire
seduction by causes
both right and wrong
the taking of life too easily
rationlized
inner-truth eroded bullet by bullet
life by life
until deception of the senses
and inflamation of the passions
severs our connection to the Divine

Rather than retribution
end suffering
by persevering in spirit

adherence to a cause
justified and true
in times of extremes
when pressures are great
becomes an untenable position
only by re-orienting ourselves
beyond partisan motives
can the just endure, survive
otherwise
blind adherence becomes the catalyst
to the seeds of its own destruction

times of turmoil
require sacrifice
that we forgoe bonds
with our own group
only by dissolving, rising above
interests of the body-politic
can we achieve
something
whole and complete

the task of the general welfare
not warfare
is the proper pursuit of mankind
warfare is man at his lowest
mortality/morality
Man, born with a faint flame
by glimmer of candle-light
does he catch glimpses
of the eternal, the real
but his tenuous hold on truth
flickers
and without nourishment
is too easily extinguished
by the winds of passion

deep soul
is what we need
but justification and rigid adherence
to cause and conflict
sever our connection to the Divine

deep soul rings with hollowness
a faint echo only
abandoned
unheard, unfelt
its vibrations once resplendid
pulsating to the rhythm of Creation
a harmony divine
thruout the universe
but in man's hands, now wanes pale
alongside a lonely earth
formely a garden
but now overrun , choked with weeds
posion and debris
corpses stacked high, wreaking of grey stench
all culminating, racing
toward an inevitable destruction
that Truth, Beauty, Light
may be born again
...an old story
retold and repeated
until we get it right...

does not ego taint knowledge
more so, does not ego stink...

while others are busily doing
sowing seeds of power, money and fame
a lowly apprentice as I
walking backwards undoing retracing steps
back to that fork in the road...
to the path not taken
following kindness, openess, humility
taking what is given
guarding against ambition

the doors of perception
so give substance and form
to experience
but what lies beyond perception
is there not a reality
apart and seperate from stimuli
is there not a direct knowing
pure and innocent
that defies the means of perception
is there not an absolute
that transcends, ye destroys
both means and structure
let us seek entry
thru the back-door
that we may catch the Primal
unaware
but such would be hard
if not impossible
unless, the perceiver is caught
in the act
somewhere between perceiving
and perception
lies the truth

I have know a Great Teacher
in my lifetime
and tho i learned much
from him
underlying it all, was his humor
that twinkle in his eye
resting on a foundation--
Peace of Mind

Solitude is time spent with your soul
it can be rich and rewarding
loneliness is an afflection
of personality
it is almost always , tedious

By the Light of the Kingdom
i am a spiritual being
and as long as i cling to the forces of spiritual life
i remain unencumbered
by this physical masquerade
which i inhabit

the moment of our meeting
lingers
with us, alway
in that moment
divinely imprinted by fate
inner and outer coincide in perfect harmony
in that moment
the world revealed itself
in the fullness of its Natural Splendor

with but a gentle touch
a slight nudge
two hearts slip
into celestial orbit
divinely patterned, a mandate
summoning lovers unto the heavens

we stole their land
then declared them illegal
we stole their oil
then declared them terroists
we've surrendered our constitutional rights
and proudly boast of freedom...
"Quick, Alice, what do you see?"

Think you not Sweet Lady
that i love you less
for now and forever more
i love you with a power growing day by day
a power of Joy, wide and expansive
carves a path
with a love that transcends
space and time
embracing eternity

We are all pregnant
bear the Divine Seed
Christ-consciousness
the Vine is bloosming, blooming
the Seed in its fullness
bursts in our mind
saturated is our mortality
with eternal Light
we are bathed, baptized
not with water
but with the Sacred Light of the Kingdom

I am the fat-woman at Wall-Mart
a fat woman but think ye not
that i am less than you
i am a fat woman
to myself true

She "breathed me"
as we lay side by side
breath by breath
like a bellows feeding the Soul
inflamed
our breath, one breath...
surmounting gravity's rough hold
our breaths became a song
resonant with transcendent energy
and on its wings we rose
as she sung us unto heaven
she breathed me
gifted me...
sung me unto heaven

In contemplation of the Light is the Kingdom
the Divine is in the illumination
but not as an object to be seen
rather
God is the experience of seeing with Light
we don't see God
we experience Him when seeing with Light

there is Light
below the level of consciousness
that draws us to the Divine
it is the Light that resides in man
by virtue of being created
in the image of his Maker
and the Earth itself
in some sacred places
is so saturated with that Divine Light
that there even Angels are drawn
and in the Light may communicate with man
Man himself by intently clinging to the forces
of Spiritual Life
may transfigure his psychic nature
such that Light goes forth from him
into the world
"Behold the Kingdom of Heaven is all around you"

darkness...
form without content
shadow without substance
inhabiting secret corners and crevices
an elusive influence
spinning webs of deception
power by suggestion
but all the while
taunted by its own shadow reality
merely a memory of its former being
darkness laments, raves and rages
but already a hollow echo
receding
fading, fading
gone...

Beyond belief
there is the experience
of Spiritual Reality

Re-creation is that process
whereby
Christ comes again/The Second Coming
now, as we speak, it is taking place
as a process, not an event
its not something that Christ does
but human consciousness coming
to embrace and manifest the Christ fully

Christ has done the work
He IS
remember that mustard-seed parable
well, it is as Christ is the seed
coming to completion/fulfillment
in man's mind

We are drawn to each other
indeed
bound to each other
through spiritual penetration
which has physical manifestations

we share a special intimacy
literally having penetrated
each other
and in that holy bond
forever, participate in each other

we gave birth to this physical-spiritual
participation
one holy night, in very blessed love-making
what came forth was our spirit child
our sacred bond
in and by which each of us moves in the other

we are blessed with both knowledge of
and experience in
the physical-spiritual continuum
we know spiritual reality
again, we are blessed

sometimes i feel as if i have come a long way
but when i look back
the dust has yet to settle...

In the struggle
between
Light and Dark
we sometimes lend legitimacy to inferiors
they may seduce us, tempt us
into struggling/wrestling with them
and thus
Power is usurped by that
which on its own
is powerless
by appealing to strong emotions
like fear, doubt, despair or pride
the inferiors deceive and divert
once their deception is unmasked
by breaking firmly, in our own mind
with them
not only do they lose power
but the subject of their diversion
is revealed
behind the deception lies a treasure chest
of precious gems...
Truth's bounty of Strength, Clarity, Energy
and restored to its rightful place...
Power

Let the penetrating Light of Truth
fall upon the Heart
Radiant with Love

when death came to call
(a customary social visit)
i greeted him cordially
when he departed
i spoke:
"don't be a stranger"
now he oftens
sups
at my table
and when the repast is finished
we retire
to brandy and cigars
you see...
i am courting him
so that when he beckons
in earnest
my departure will be a
friendly retreat, on familiar grounds

let me not shudder and shake
when death comes calling
that which i loved
nourished
before the grave
so will i after, in the eternal
if my life has been spent/mis-spent
in vanity, empty within
so shall i wander
lost
in eternity
if i do not seek
true substance--spirit
Now
how shall i embody, dwell in
the formless in the here-after

"What a day for a day-dream
custom made for a day-dreaming boy
now i'm lost in my sweet-dreams
dreamin' bout my bundle of joy"

Lovinspoonfull

you know don't you
the battle between
light and dark
rages
and you, a Silent Witness...
death and destruction abound
but in the center
all is still, calm
except for
the soul splitting, tearing apart
Love's Sacrifice
that Beauty and Peace
may endure

HOMELAND SECURITY since 1492

holy spirit
don't let this carnage go on
if each of us
would purify his own heart
reject war and hatred
embrace joy, forgiveness
understanding
take personal responsibility
for human suffering
in truth, brothers be
its up to us, between, you and me

terror
i know you stalk me
but do we need this
encounter
must we face down
again
you lie in wait
in the pit of my stomach
and rise up
at inopportune times
terror
must we go on, do this again
don't you remember
we've been here before

the problem with burying your head in the sand
is that your ass is exposed

"The true light is that which emanates from within man
and reveals the secrets of the heart to the soul
making it happy and content with life
Truth is like the stars
it does not appear except from behind
the obscurity of the night
Truth is like all beautiful things
in the world
it does not disclose its desirability
except to those who first feel the falsehood
Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us
to be content in our everyday life
and share with the people the same happiness"

Kahlil Gibran, SPIRITUS REBELLIOUS

these streets reveal to me
the mysteries of life
these streets are alive
having absorbed the spirits
of those who tread
upon them
these streets speak
the stories they tell overlap
generation upon generation
have left their yearnings/dissapointments
accomplishments/failures
woven into the asphalt and cement
the tar and brick
in the stillness that precedes the dawn
stories unravel, words mix with images
arise in a mist knee-high above these streets
what runs in these streets
is the life-blood of me and you

i came upon a boy and his bicycle
not 11 years old yet
sitting in a deserted parking lot
wailing, sobbing
at the top of his lungs
not any funeral lament any louder
more blood-curdling
than this youth...
i came upon an elderly man
kneeling beside his car
i averted my eyes
not sure what-was-what
then he asked for a helping hand
years before he had been paralyzed
and now beside the car had fallen
i gave him an arm
and with great force
he pulled himself up...

such sadness we stumble upon
how much is hidden
that never comes into view
as i walk these streets
door-to-door
i offer a prayer--
Peace, Joy forever more

Reverend Sloan

Where is Wisdom
the wise old men
of Peace...
Where is Wisdom
where is its voice
hear ye the battlecrys
of impeteuous youth
but where is wisdom
where is its voice
have we not flooded
today, yesterday and countless tomorrows
with enough grief, remorse and sorrow
who shall put an end to this
bloody reign of death and decay
where is wisdom its voice clear and true
standing alone undaunted and firm
heralding in the beginning of a New Day

Like children sharing a secret
we pursued our course as tho blindfolded
following in care-free delight
the path that needs no-thought
but manifests spontaneously
to those with hearts Innocent and Pure

libby leaked
and george pissed
all over our constitutional rights

from the point of view
of native, indigenious peoples
who are the immigrants here...
pilgrim?

i culd love you forever
love you thru and thru
never tire
of holding you, stroking you
love you forever...

i can't tell you how or when
but that
their time will come again
those beautiful people
the ogalala sioux
if in-between moments
you catch a glimpse...
the ghost dance grows
its thunder sounds
crazy horse red feather
man afraid of horse
rising
outta the ground

i am not myself anymore
he that i was
is like a brother, cousin
to me
yea, i know him well
but i'm not myself anymore

there's a distance
between us
we hardly speak
seems as if he's a drone
and i
hatched from a shell

i'm just not myself, anymore

i can do little, to nothing
but love

God created life
man is his covenant with creation

man does not have religion (or not)
he is religion

if it weren't for you
i wouldn't love as i do
you threw me a life-line
when i was in a distant universe
you brought me back to this world
nourishing me with love, tenderness, over-flowing
joy
if it weren't for you
i would have expired
in a dark, dismal hole
alone
in a vast emptyness
that should have been my heart
you gave me love
you restored my heart

you poured your very soul into mine
a spiritual transfusion, the most sacred ceremony
in the religion that is man

Once you've experienced
the most complete beautiful
spiritual love
imaginable
there is no striving
there is no desire
or want
the heart is so full
having experienced complete unobstructed union
it is content to marvel
at the beauty of life
and where there is sorrow
and suffering
in some mystical, vicarious way
it takes that pain upon itself...
spirit, alone, has the power to help the world

You see, love really does heal--
My Beloved JIll, thank you
I am now, what I always wanted to be
I love you, JIll

sometimes we find ourselves
blaming god for all that is wrong in the world
but if we would only open our hearts
to the love he so abundantly bathes us in
we would find the solution to all the worlds problems
our hearts can literally heal the world
open your heart
receive till it bursts with love
then turn that love on the world
can anyone say:
"Heaven on Earth"

in this
my solitary prison
i dissolve boundaries
exceede limits, destroy order
that creation, may begin

I love thunder and lightning
stormy weather, walking on precipices edge
i love crazy women
a woman in extreme
is a beautiful, beautiful thing

sitting on earth's edge
feet dangling in space
identity is not an issue

as in my consciousness
spirit grows, ego diminishes
i find it less and less
pressing
to know who i am

arms reaching out and around each other
legs intertwined
finding just the right position
for communion, absolution
in that moment of stillness
of body and soul
we are what we desire
the yearning finds completion
peace...
would that the world
stop
in that moment, hold us captive
caught in heaven's embrace

you know what i have always
admired in a man?
the ability to hold the toothpaste in one hand
the toothbrush in the other
squeeze out some paste
and then without putting anything down
replace the top on the toothpaste!

Beyond anything you have done for me
I love you
Beyond anything you have done to me
I love you
today, yesterday, tomorrow and beyond...
I love you

This moment has its joys and its sorrows
This moment will pass, give way to tomorrow
yet it lives
forever
here, in my heart

there is no politial solution
not really
politics is but skiming the surface
...always superficial
the problem lies much deeper than that
we must get to the roots of our inner being
take it down to the very foundations of life
find and connect with
the divine light within:
"if you bringforth what is within you
what you bring forth will save you
what you do not bring will destroy you"

(Jesus, Gospel of Thomas)

which way does your paper hang?
toliet paper, that is
does it unroll from over the top
or pull down from the bottom?
which is correct?

SECRET WEAPON: The Secret Weapon that nobody wants you to know about! (especially the current administration that makes use of fear, lies and deceit to effect political control) The "secret" is a simple principle contained in the I Ching: "Joy in movement induces following/followers readily join a movement that is associated with Joy." Those who utilize fear as a means of social control also run the risk of their own destruction; again, referring to the I Ching, "if a man has to obtain a following by force or cunning, by conspiracy or by creating factions, he invariably arouses resistance which obstructs willing adherence." When the Bush administration burns itself out, we need to be there ready to advance. WE can do this by means of operationalizing the simple principle previously stated. The Progressive movement which is largely self-divided by committment to each groups own issues must overcome this liability and start working on unification. Deploy the principle of Joy at the grassroots level--start partying! Seriously, coming together on the basis of food, music and dance transcends all issues and divisions. JOYOUSNESS can fasciltate alliances among issue-based groups and create grassroots political power. We need to be united horizontally (heh heh) not vertically. Party-down all you freedom-loving people, party-down!

in memories
cherished and sweet
we sometimes slip
to re-live a joyful retreat
but, alas, memories are not
what the present moment demands
memories cannot sustain life
only remind
that the "stuff" of which life is made
its quality, its essence
is life-affirming, an intangible inter-play
its the give and take dialogue
of the soul with the "other"
its a bold, sometimes graceful
projection
our unique perception
a loosening of boundaries
of what is "us"
and what is "them"
the "out-there"
inhaling deeply taking in
whats "out there"
an exhaling with abandon
letting loose boundaries, limitations
dissolving
life is a soulful, artful mix

we are never the same person
within
that is to say
"we" the many tendencies, personages that comprise
who "we" are, is not singular, but many
so the we of who we are
is a many faceted being
much like an army
this compliation of personages
feelings, identites, memories, aspirations
like the troops of a large army
must fall under the leadership of a strong general
there must be a leader (within)
who can bring order
to this vast army of "us"
and the leader while being strong
must win, effect discipline
by means of winning the hearts of "us"
he cannot rule with an iron fist
the consent which he achieves
must be joyful
order and discipline
brought forth
by an enlightned leader
who wins the hearts of his troops

george, now and then
take a look at george
back then
when first to office he came
just a boy...
a tom sawyer of sorts
but now
he's haggard and old
wrent and spent
lying, killing and murder
take a toll, leave their mark
its clear to see
not only does the emperor
have no clothes
his evil ways
once concealed in a dark heart and twisted mind
rise to the surface
distort
leave their impresson for all the see

he of dark heart and twisted mind
stands before us
promises that the wanton murder, killing
will go on, till a future President
exercises the moral fortitude
that, recognizing a mistake,
has the strength to turn back
Return to the good

george has not the where-with-all
to admit to his mistake
(thus obviating the "leave it to george adage)
to recognize that the evil resides in his own heart
not "out there"
george has not the moral strength to do good
evil is so much easier...
even before he assumed office
george abdicated the throne
gave the power of the presidency
to "satan"

george allowed evil to rule
because he wasn't a real player, himself
as his college days testify
george could only stand on the sidelines
and cheer his team on...
george, a cheerleader become president...
he allowed others, around him
to call the shots
and wearily, half-heartedly
george cheered them on
to weak to actually see the carnage surrounding him
deaf to a mother's plea
because really, he is not in the game
george stands on the sidelines
cheering
while others exert control
innocents suffer mameing and death
george cheers on
albeit, weakly...

"Prudence is an old maid
courted by incapacity"
(William Blake)

applying the principles of quantum physics
to everyday problelms
we don't so much solve a problelm
as create a New Situation
in which the problem doesn't exist

According to the new math (quantum physics)
all possible moments exist in paralell universes
so if there is something in this moment that is toublesome
we don't attempt to fix it
but swap the present situation
for one in which the problem doesn't exist

Say, you walk into a dark room
stumbling, fumbling maybe a bit skeerd
someone flips on the light switch...
where did the darkness go?
its a New World (situation)
pretty slick, eh?

my inner anima sits on a tree-stump
striking the "thinker's pose"
ner a word is spoken
not an admonition
nor an i told you so
Silence...
a dark empty sky

like salad in a bag
complete with dressing, seasoning
and all ...
Joy awaits us
FULL in every way
custom-tailored to meet our individual needs
why wait, don't delay
consume some Joy today!
(even cheat a little, go beyond MDR)

The Creative is nothing but inexhaustible abundance
He is all about Joy-FULL
and we as his compliments are
the intended recepients...
so, if we are not getting our share
its Weeds! Weeds are the culprit!!

...his lies
deflated, defused
return to the mud
from whence they came
become pavers
for a New Way
a Path to the Promised Land

thanks be to George...

George W.
by no means
does he fulfill his office
that by, default he but occupies
by his presence (or lack of it)
he obstructs
much the same as the troops sent to Iraq
do not deliver freedom, justice
they, too, obstruct

Both George and the Troops are a road-block
to progress
an unfortunate detour
as both are "old-school"...
tied to a way of thinking rooted in the past
whereas, the future lies with our ability
to break with the tyranny the past imposes
to recognize that the neo-cons are the dinosaurs of politics-past

The Promise of Freedom lies dormant
indeed, is endangered
for security is not enhanced by the "pre-emptive strike"
"he who strikes first"
but resides with those who are left standing
when all is said and done
WE must create a departure point anew
and to that end we are in debt
to George W....

thanks be to George
for he has given us the stark opportunity
to break with the cycle of evil
that would re-create itself endlessly
by his convincing and complete portrayl
of an empty-headed moron
he has decidely drawn into focus
a picture so clear
that he eases our decision
effortlessly points the way...
Impeach the bum!

Today, I saw a friend of mine
from my homeless days
he worked at the salvation army
assigning beds, sheets and towels
one nite,
I complained to him
somebody stole my sheet
he replied
"thats on you"
thats the last nite
ever i slept without a sheet
but today i saw my friend
in a wheelchair
minus a foot
we looked into each others eyes
with recognition
as i walked-by
i draped my "sheet"
over his shoulders--
the oppressed never forget

as accustomed am i
to flights of fancy
as when moonlight enters my window
slips between my sheets
so surprised was i
when she appeared at my front door
and (yes) she brought her own sheets
so unprepared for such stark reality
was i
but it came complete
with candlelight, salad, egg rolls
and wine
but most of all
to my infinite delight
it came with her, my beloved moonlight...

I love to sleep with you
quite literally, I mean
to close our eyes
and set adrift...
never have i so felt
that all is right with the world
than to awake, with you by my side
I culd spend an eternity
in an endless cycle
of drifting off then awakening
with you
I do think i have found
a moment of heavens perfection
a cycle of divine grace

"The Original Impulses of the heart
are always good
so that we may confidently follow them"
but if that is so
why then do we doubt
have anxiety
like a runaway freight train
leading us to disaster
ego
intervenes, assumes command
but for all its bravado
it really has no clue
has no idea which path is true
in its stead, we may discover
awaken
to what is ours by Natural Birthright
an Innocence, child-like in its virtue
and by devotion to the divine spirit within
we can lay claim to
an "unsullied innocence...an instinctive certainty"
which inhabits each and every moment
ego we must disengage
for it takes us out of the moment
wherein is divine guidance...
heart-felt impulses flowing from heaven

dissolve the obstructions
undo the bindings
by which i have sought to avod lifes pain
its better to suffer a little pain
than a lifetime of numbness

often-times we travel
far and wide
in search of that lost something
in search of union, completion
only to find
that all the while
it has been close-by
never more than a heart-beat away
more often than not
it is something that we have dis-owned
only when we finally accept
that which we struggle with, reject
union, wholeness, becomes a reality

Abu Ghraib

When we have to go to school to study the criminal treatment of "detainees" as if it were a science, like medicine,its a sad commentary on how far removed we are from our source of being.Our society is adrift, sick and with no anchor to humanitarin values, much less family (values). It reveals a society that is disassociated from any connection to the word "value" itself. All is subordinated to a pragmatism run wild. Our society has lost its Soul; there is no divine resemblance (as in created in the image of God) in demeaning, destroying our fellow man. Those who carry out such deeds (soldiers) are marred, scarred for life, but thru a "dark nite of the soul" may find redemtion. For those who issue the orders to , there is no redemption, they are beyond recovery. No amount of prayer, sacrifice can redeem those who have sold their souls to satan. There can be no comprimise with evil. What remains to be done, is to Witness for the Truth. It is up to us as individuals to take back our dignity, take back our country. Allow Truth to penetrate the masses, they can and will be redeemed. But woe to him who leads the flock astray. Yea, woe to the "Evil-doer"!

(In honor of a tireless Peace Activist, JILL, who is earnestly working as a WITNESS FOR TRUTH, as it pertains to our own ist camp, the School of the Americas)

Its time for New Beginnings
to put wind in our sails
not looking back or leaping forward
but full-focus on the present
for our vision is our destiny
hindsight turns the timid to stone
outta time, outta place
God awaits us
for now he is fragmented
in you and in me
made whole again
as we come together in Brotherly Love
I look into your eyes
and there see
the divine
one and the same
as the carpenter from Galilee

when we are together
so powerful is the attraction
so complete is the union
we are one in body, mind, spirit
easily it culd be said
that our union is the coming together
of all that is beautiful
the greatest beauty being--
SPIRITUAL AFFINITY
shared moments of tenderness
with you
make me eager to explore
the relatively unknown realms of Grace, Gentleness
I am quite sure that the door
to Spititual Power, Joy is within our grasp
Gentleness on a level uncomon
to our daily experince...
Gentleness whose twin is Joy
yet in that Gentleness, in that Joy
there is a Power so great
as to create and sustain counless universes
Hold my hand as we walk together
thru the door that opens
to worlds unknown, unexplored
with Spiritual Joy as our foundation
Realms reveal themselves eagerly
we transcend material limitations
and play among Cosmic dimensions

sulking away
like an outcast stray
i turn within to my Teacher
seeking sympathy, understanding
yet he is willing to have none of it!
he pushes me to the limits
he exacts truth
which he pulls from the deepest
fibers of my heart
he too, demeans me
treats me as a novice student
as a school-boy preparing for exams
he makes me recite truths
I have been taught, know that are real
he asks from where does Reality spring
emerge
is it a given
constituted by the chaos
of the external world
is it a fate that we must mutely accept
or is there an involuntary influence
flowing from one's own being
that forms and shapes the world
currents of power emit
emanate from the heart

The Creative in whose image we exist
accepts no limits of the transitory
the Creative is the Primal Cause
of all that exists
He works thru change and transformation
until all living things are completely manifested
What I see the Father do
so must i
Heaven is not a place
but a process
all good, beauty, truth happen
come to completion in due time.

My Teacher rebuked me
directing me to reach within
and draw strength
to do the work, "cross the stream"
the coming together of all that is beautiful
manifests thru the ceaseless movements of the Primal
the rhythmic beating of our Hearts
is the drum that announces the Primal Force
and implements His will
Beauty and Clarity are firmly established
in cadence with the Primal Beat
Reality rests in our hearts as in heaven above
for..."in the law of heaven life has an inner light
that it must involuntaraily obey."

(Wilhelm p.390)

Never would I have missed
this moment with you
A moment so unlike
all others in my life
milk and honey with the mornin sun
and magic in the evening fire-light
It seems that it was for this moment
that I was made
Ah! but there's the rub
What we have experienced
I have only roughly re-created
page by page, mysteries and miracles
yet thoz sacred moments
now stand in eternity
they have become beacons
lighting the way
for Innocents in love
Chosen for Celestial Reproduction
we were but hosts
for Divine Love
and now we must surrender
the love we thought was ours
it now re-populates the heavens, the universe
What now we are
is surrogate lovers
just, surrogate lovers
thats all...

Once your heart
gives birth to love
pure and true
once you submitt
to its ancient wisdom
allowing it to nourish you
tenderly it leads
and your life is forever changed
it may turn you inside-out
challenge your most time-honored beliefs
But given free-reign
its heart that brings you blessings
heart that puts a knowing smile upon your face
But for all its Beauty, for all its Truth
no matter how thankfull we feel
its Heart we betray

we return to that shallow-way
that has no depth, no soul
that shallow way that knows not passion
as when approaching a high cliff's edge
the shallow way, halting in step
freezes in fear
in trepidation calculates
while the heart sustaind by love
sees not the edge as Journey's end
but brave in heart, leaps and soars
it flies above the valley floor

give it no thought, tho
we mortals have not eyes to see
our metaphysics, reason, protects us
instills in us a sense common
which denies "seeing" and "being"
its only Nature's Child, God's holy child
that defies reason...
but not...
no, not you and me

Rise above fate
let the wind at your back
emanate
from your own inner-being
from the fire that is your heart
waves of heat radiate
wind...
that creates order on earth
in accord with the will of heaven
fulfilling your deepest wishes

Beauty...
so close, so real
a Beauty that could be felt, touched
lingered
on our breath, real and present
but...
the ideal slips away again
Truth falls victim
to the lie
to the "elusive influences that slink
into dark corners
and from this hiding
affect people by suggestion"
Truth and Beauty persist, prevail
it is only us
mortals
who fall away...

Wilhelm, pp.221-222

deception and betrayal
the world has plenty of
if we offer ourselves up
willing sacrifices
the betrayal is by self
if by ego we are led
mis-led
seduced by things which are not
what they appear to be...
to thine own self be true
but that requires that we
know thyself
and that brings us back to
seduction and betrayal
for it is from the self
that we do run...

the farther i wander
the more i stray
from the Tao, the Eternal Way
night seems like day
day like night
with ego determining the way
i am entrenched in matter, decay
illusion, deceit, smoke and mirrors
obscure the path
the White-Winged Horse hovers...
follow...follow

I open my eyes
to that bluish tint of other worldliness
in Elysian fields
I awake and wander
walking thru tall grass
and it thru me
where would i go
why would i want to go
going seems irrelevant

in being all going is subsumed
hither, thither
to and fro
spinning about
a pawn of fear and doubt

gathering the grain of tall grass
light diffuse, light bright
penetrates
to the core
holy prism
truth's open door

State of the Union

we went down Congress Street
to shake the bridge, move the world
challenge assumptions, unstructure beliefs
"honk if your for peace"
pause
give it some thought
whats the cost
autos, SUV's, hummers, the lot
streaming across Congress Street Bridge
America-on-a-life-line
an I-V pumping oil, blood money...

who has not seen god
everyone has
he is sublime
tho he is not outwardly visible
his will and himself are one
we objectify things that they may be seen
his "doing" eludes our "seeing"

What a beautiful child
my god has revealed
unto me
the treasure within the mountain
a beautiful, beautiful
loving child...

to know
that you are not alone in the world
is a great gift of Peace
a step toward
the "Brotherhood of Man"
"Imagine..."

my baby tells me
to get out of my head
and she's right
outta head into heart
let the Light touch your heart
feel stirrings of Joy
he loves best, lives best
who is firmly rooted in heart
when heart we deny
we create false projections
that we must destroy
or be destroyed by them...
calm, peace
the fruits of a joyful heart

"there is in man
a fate that lends power to his life
(I CHING)

gaining inner mastery
transcending the purely personal
entry to the cosmic realm is granted
emanations evolve
resonate, reverberate
winds gather, tides swell
heavens gates fly open
his will is ordained
the law of heaven is written...

"winds blow far and wide across the face of the earth"
(I CHING)

Joy and Light
spiritual sight

this moment
fate culd take away
in a flash
this moment
sacred as is life itself
this moment
honor life by living this moment
like the first, like the last

what is reflected
is what is projected
false shadows on the wall
a man made mad, scorched by the sun
truth lies dormant
casts no shadows

moment to moment
I escape, elude
life
from the NOW I hide
retreating to the past
leaping into "what might have been"
moment to moment
I deny
refuse
sacrifice the joy of what is
to pardon myself from
the agony of life
in the present tense
momnet to moment
the clock winds down
the truth-of-being
taps me on the shoulder
I feel his presence behind
he steps into my body
all past, all future
fall
like rags to the floor
naked
reality confronts me
I raise my hand
but have nothing to say
urine runs down my leg
puddles on the floor
I murmur no word
I have been caught
in the moment...
speechless

like a stray dog
trotting down the street
with joyful abandon
i celebrate this
Spring-like day in the midst of winter
cool and crisp, full of Light

of what are these "creeping vines"
that seek to strangle
my very life-force
are they dangers
present and real
or
are they not
mere left-overs, memories
false shadows cast by doubt
fears that hold in paralysis...
by Divine Light, penetrating insight
do we gain mastery over oppression
do we awaken

lend a hand to the task
lay a finger
upon the world
let it take shape, form
as you will
takes but a touch
from a lover's heart
and all Nature
radiantly reflects Earth's glory

mark it down, measure it out
yet
there are no dimensions
to heart-spirit
try as you may
you cannot confine it

my baby and I
got an iron-clad relationship
mutually
reinforcing mistrust...
(HA! HA!...just kidding!!)

Love
cannot be destroyed
not once and for all
it keeps on coming back
Return...
in each moment
there is a treasure awaiting discovery
like waves in a tide
lapping upon the beach
each wave a treasure
continually renewing, forever
returning...

true substance
spirit (heart)
is not subject
to material limitations
not
conditioned, limited
by matter
no,
true substance, is limitless
Accept Spiritual REality

full-moon bright
there's
magic in the air
tonite

enjoy the moment
while it lasts
then
let it drift...
drift away into the past...
as one moment fades into the mist
an eternity of moments
rise and fall
in every end
a New Beginning
like the Ocean's tide
the Creative sends into motion
moment after moment...
after....

the love in my heart
burns steadily, constantly
its embers generate
waves of heat
a wind radiating
penetrating to the core
awakening, there, the hidden blessing

in the moment
are
we doing what we are thinking
or
are we so pre-occupied
with thinking
that
our doing suffers, lags behind

stopping the world
or
slowin it down
(just a bit)
is a fine art
for which there is no
degree

worlds upon worlds
they're out there'
but invisible
just like cable
or satelite tv
100's of channels upon channels
but you can only
watch
one at a time
which therein, accounts for
Invisibility...
turn down the focus
bring up the contrast

i been
goin over my life
with a fine-tooth comb
brushin back the snarls
shaking out the tangles
like an old-road warrior
my fenders have dipped
into one too many pot holes
i need a front end alignment
and rear stabilization
looks--like- going
looks-like-coming

Allow the Unknown
to be your guide
follow...
don't reach for control
follow
impulses flowing from heaven

ego echoes
empty
in a vast and vacant universe
in the security of a quiet heart
remain receptive, open
impulses flowing from heaven
in this Natural Law
there is an inner light
that life must obey
everything becomes spontaneously
what it shuld be
follow...the Unknown

somewhere
within a darken corner
of a lover's heart
lies dormant
a divine spark
spontaneously ignited
this
a lover's heart
illuminates the world

lets synchronize our watches
change the time of day
attune ourselves
to the sacred command
the tao of love's sweet way

deep within
down farther
proably
than you've ever been
there's a point of joy
its the place
where your "cup runneth over"
the richness, the wholeness
the completeness
you will find there
exceede anything in the material world

Perfect security of being
defies
rationals for existence

Father
I really enjoy talking to you
at nite
when i say my prayers
telling you what i want
what i did wrong
but
you know what i'd really like
is to hear you speak
hear your side
My Mom
said i'd have to learn real
Silence
to do that
she said a person would have to learn
to live thru the good and the evil of this world
and still...walk on, joyously!

tender is the heart
that nourishes man's mind
gently dissolving his fears
his doubts
the sincere heart penetrtates
going to the core
attaining mastery
and emerges victorious
(I CHING)

moonlight crawls
thru my window
and creeps between my sheets
her skin is soft and pale
aglow
she casts shadows
spinning
on the ceiling
her touch
is as warm water
on a cool nite
the curtains flutter
clouds drift by
...till we meet again

the self-emergent path

the path diverges
thru the woods
one is the way of the worldly hero
the other of the lowly sage
look not beyond at the path ahead
but
look down at your feet
your footprints are alredy there
follow...
after a ways look up
see where you've come
you have chosen well!

amass the spiritual warriors
the time for attack is upon us
drive out the bearers of false witness
when the battle subsides
let
truth and innocnce stand side by side
co-victors

give me
the strength of thy sword
that i may slay all manner
of lie, injustice, inhumaness
in the reflectionof the divine instrument
let me see the glory, love, beauty
of your creation

as surely as i breathe
as steadily as my heart beats
love flows
in a constant stream
undaunted
by worldly vascillations
love is not of this world
it is an extra-teresterial
weaving a path
to the Divine

I'll always love you
Jill
You gave me something
irreplaceable
the knowledge of how to give
you are so beautiful
so few, like you
so soft, tender, so sweet
Never another
Always, Jill

the human mind
thinking it is greater
than Divine Mind
is the source of all evil and suffering

would you notice
a constellation
missing from the nite sky
orbits that pass and pause
revolutions that turn and re-turn
cycles in their demise
plucked from the heavens

Innocence
when all others cry foul
Innocence
the Original Self
not the summation of historical antecedents
but something Primal
abide in what endures
Proclaim Innocence
settle not for less

some people say
we are born in original sin
but the accuracy of that
lies
in some doubt
i'm more certain of
Original Self
that accompanies us
from beginning to end

when we exchange glances
wouldn't it be better to see
what God sees
when he looks
at you and me

as long as we're
putting first things first
lets take a look-see
at the Original Lie

are we first and
foremost
mortal, material
beings
spirits trapped within
or
are we not spiritual
entities
manifesting in physical form

...nothing as compelling
as Truth

Peace resonates
from
the revolution within

Truth, not as some lofty ideal
but as an active reality
whose power permeates all life
a fighting force
in mortal combat
with chaos
establishing order
but more than order...
truth orchestrates beauty
beauty is truth manifest
to apprehend, perceive this reality
one must step-back...
detach

Presence in the moment
no past, no future
thought and doing unifed
mind in heart
power in presence

In passing we meet
but only in sweet sorrow
for in our embrace
the seeds of departure...

I love the little girl
in the woman
oh its no doubt
the woman is beguling, intriguing
but its the little girl
the one who believes in dreams
the little girl
the one who is joyous
whose voice trickles and leaps
like a cascading mountian stream
it will always be the little girl
who embraces life magically
in her exuberant heart

when you indulge in fear and doubt
you flood the arena
where the higher power is trying to work...
your (our) principal responsibility in life
is to keep this arena--your own consciousness--
free of negative influences

Braian Browne Walker, Book of Changes

sometimes
we need look
not as Narcissus
but as a child
seeking his Maker
into the mirror of divinity
and that image behold

when you have love
you wanna give love
away
its of no use
to hold love
the only way to keep love
is by giving it away

love hurts
when you can't give whats needed
where and when
love hurts when you can't give
all thats in your heart
love-left over
hurts
since love is meant to be
given away
it hurts when there are left-overs

pokin around in my closet again
found something
I had carelessly laid aside
my Original Self
I tried it on for comfort
surprised to find
it was a perfect fit


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I saw the look
again
caught it in your eye
just a flash
a moment gone by
but...
you can't hide
whats in your soul
you can't deny
that over which you have no control
when you are loved by someone
deep and true
when your souls connect, merge
its really not up to you
anyway
I love you
beyond all time
beyond all rules
I love you
because I've seen your soul
looking out at me
when it gathered itself
in your eyes

I'm off to join the Revolution
its all about a Natural State
the State of Innocence
by devotion to the Divine Spirit within
comes a mind, Natural and True
unshadowed by reflection or ulterior designs
devoid of ego or ambition
the Spirit that runs thru all things rules
Creation evolves moment-to-moment
in accord with the will of Heaven

I'm off to join the Revolution
where Spontaneity and inner-certainty
walk hand-in-hand
heaven on earth...

its not what you agonize over
that matters
its
what you can do
in the moment
that counts

"A fundamental fact of consciousness is that we take on the attributes and energy of that upon which we focus our attention." (Walker, BOOK OF CHANGES)

i've been in my closet
praying
but lets keep that a secret
just between you and me
since
from what i can gather
being in the closet
is not an altogether, a good thing

dark beauty lies hidden
veiled
yet thru its power
all Truth, Beauty
materializes

Coke Stevenson
the cowboy's cowboy
i wish i culda known him
men like Coke
far and few between
wherever he went
spontaneous, enthusiastic support
i wish i culda known him

when your cloak is upon me
i feel at peace, whole
Spirit
how can i entreat thee
stay but for a while
abide...
thy Substance fulfills
Gentleness is your name
Peace, your gift

a light
bright
but distant
a pinpoint
steadily approaching...

CHUN

in the darkness
all seems in vain
...chaos
only by Inner Light
is a promise revealed
"a blessing that now lies hidden
will come into the open" (Walker, BOOK OF CHANGES)

a fight for survival
flight from oppression
a wanderer finds no rest
there is no lodge, no road
just stars above
pine straw below

if under the banner
of a Noble Cause
darkness crawls...
if from such secret recesses
elusive influences prey
its of little consequence
as they lose their power
when brought into the light of day

shards of light
sparks
hidden within
from time primordial
release, activate
scattering the darkness
dissolving the rigidity
Light Assemblies
gathering within
at the sound of a silent summons
prepare their advance...
Radiant Beings at the Ready

in light's array
darkness slinks away

Thunder rumbles...
Earth-soundings resonate
spirits attuned are drawn together
with tender love and care
a great flowering may result

Did you not know
but then
you have always known
haven't you
I have been waiting
deep in the place of your dreams
when you called
was i not there, at once
by your side
in this place
us, where we are, who we are
remains eternal
only time changes
flowing like a river
in which we stand
ankle-deep

the Way evolves autonomously
no arbitrary choice is necessary
synchronicity marks the path

the serpent rises, uncoils
slithers up the tree trunk
destined
for the bird of paradise
perched amidst the highest branches...

don't trust a woman, son
don't give your heart away
at first
they're fascinated
infatuated
but best be pullin stakes
before the image breaks
nuthun is forever
and forever is as good as gone...

come into the cove
the sanctuary of quiet
let your heart caress
embrace
the stillness there
Peace...

"This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight
into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day
erased the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silently gazing,
pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and stars"
Walt Whitman
LEAVES OF GRASS

give me darkness
in terror i behold
the grey light of day...
eternal sleep, sweet

lets re-arrange our senses
and see what comes about
our perceptions are all to common place
leading to inaction, doubt

when the creative stirs us
urges us
to move beyond ourselves
too often we suffer a failure of nerve
choosing that which is familiar
known
as we hobble along
one foot in the grave...

no one is without seed
let him cultivate and nourish
and by acknowledging, seeing
that self-same seed in others
let us grow and prosper together
in love...

sitting by the riverbank
watching it flow
puts my mind at ease
purposeful but slow
having direction but simultaneously
letting go...

The River pulls and tugs at the earth
as she unwillingly surrenders herself
carried out to sea
deposited in the ocean's depths
reclaimation...
as the waters dissolve the land

Joy
an open heart
unclouded
by passion, desire
a conduit
for truth, innocence
a lover's reflection
purity, perfection

rice and beans
rice and beans
what an odious affair
but take a 'lil oatmeal
splatter of peanut butter
stir it in
oh what a meal extraordinaire!

i caught the look
saw it in your eyes
tho
just a passing glance
your soul betrayed
the mask you wear
i saw you...

one foot in this world
one foot in the other
makes walking
sometimes
a difficult task!

mystical
divine experiences
are ocurring everyday
the only problem is
our semantic-overlay
is a pre-emptive filter
screening them out

the earth hurdles thru deep space
spins and turns
orbits conspire
and the slow, graceful
footsteps of a new dawn
break into view

fear of death
fear of life
a semantic reality
mediates
between senses and percepts
the illusion of control

laying on the open-ground
covered
by a dark blanket
pierced with points of light
bright
in their distance

the nite sky
full of stars
dark beauty fades
with rising sun

every so often
we mis-take ourselves
mis-identify...
take ourselves to be
who we think we are
but know we're not

culture blinds us
culture binds us
splits our minds
to reality
not shaped by the semantic
constructs, words...

Thinking
blinds you, binds you
trips you up
when we stumble
what catches us

what we need to "know"
can't be thought...

semantic "reality"
induces
paralysis, homeostasis
stable sameness

what we are seeking
we already are
the mystery lies veiled
beneath
a semantic world

its not only the things left undone
for which we remorse
but thoz things only
partially done
the divine impetus
put them in our path
and we marvelled
yet....
yea, we walked on

I'll be out for a while
in between
this moment and the next
is where
you can find me

consciousness
is a very relative thing
a stupor, a daze
enough
to make you scream

minding the way
nose to the path
meandering...
this, that

doubt
is just fear
leaving the body

in the beginning
a being...
of primordial light
a radiant adam
his image still
hidden within
beyond belief look
into the mirror of soul

in holding the hand
of the one you love
worlds form and dissolve
creation begins anew
in the simple clasp
of a lover's hand

nuthin like a hard-cut
good woman
to keep a man true
true to his source
true to his origins
the primal depths
from which all success emerges

my sister Jill
in her i see
the reflection of my own soul
in her i see
a Beauty and Truth
that goes beyond
the personal me
in her i see
all that is holy
all that God meant us to be

the tao unfolds
as we release
let go...
by holding on
grasping
we strangle life
suspend fear and mistrust
in the moment
the path emerges
step by step
swimming upstream
we drown
trust the tao
fall in step
just...let go

who or what was that presence
the night the spirit child
was born
that mysteriously enveloped us
a sense of awe
beauty beyond belief
even bliss
but who, what
was that presence
that so gently surrounded
penetrated...
did we transcend
to a state of unconscious oneness
or did spirit descend
who or what was that presence

when the light of truth
breaks thru the gloom
when one who has been
rejected, dejected
rises to glorious heights
with honor and praise
all around her
'tis a glorious sight
indeed
immeasurable is the power of truth
unfathomable the gifts of joy
Beauty, Truth, and Honor exhalt her
Love surrounds her...

early to bed
early to rise
means
sooner or later
we will all drop dead
if not
the midnite oil we burn
how do we live
how do we learn

inner composure
as the arousing thunder
is paired with a gentle wind
their union
an enduring condition
duration as self contained
self-renewing gentle movement
beginning anew at every ending

when we feel anger
violence and hate
we have encountered
our life-force turned inside-out
a life force that seeks
expression
but has met repression
in its original nature
this force
is a fundamental vitality
"pro-life"
but when it is deterred
it returns in monstrous form

too eager to act
too eager to know
wanting a literal, immediate solution
to all life's dilemenas
in bottom-line fashion
we by-pass opportuities
to know ourselves, our motives, our secrets
leaping ahead to final solutions
we by-pass soul making
which requires that we pause
savor the moment
apprehend, perceive the mysteries
beyond the scope of reason

when compassion
takes the place of fear and doubt
when we live from the heart
as much as from the head
we are soul-making

fast-paced living can't be bothered
hasn't the time for soul
soul requires
that we pause
take our time, go slowly
let the world in, engage it
living artfully
non-doing
is nourishment for the soul

soul-making
has no direct path
while spirit's ascension is firm
soul meanders, wanders
a path of many turns
the ultimate marriage
spirit and soul
requires the courage
to traverse terra firma
moment to moment...