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


1

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...

faith
often appears as an angel
as with the virgin mary
pregnant with divine child
the angel's message
that we are pregnant
with a new form of life
that we should accept and trust

in order to have faith
we must own our own
unfaithfulness
not seeing it as
split off, in others
faith requires its shadow
betrayal
if in faith
we acknowledge only the positive
we create a nagging paranoid suspicion
of others
faith must be full
contain belief and betrayal
faith-full...

Dive deep
into the river of existence
plummet the mysteries of soul
ruminate
seek your self-story
its subtlies, nuances
beyond intellectual understanding
the anima beckons
a call to surpass limitation
by means of imagination
dive deeper
for a rich, diverse experience of soul

you exude a magic
on all around you
a warrior for peace
i can easily see you
in another time, place
bow and arrow in hand
breechcloth your only modesty
hair down to your butt
feet wide in a stance of power
your eyes glowing
a jungle cat
on two feet

what if
each time the truth
was spoken
a life was spared
would there be, then
thoz who dared

a late nite confession
so tender, so sweet
in thoz midnite hours
our life
so complete

love till it hurts
love while you live
love till you got
nothing left to give
why hold it back
that's why we're here
in each other's eyes
glorified...

when rationality
leaves us feeling
empty and dry
turn to soul
imagination divine
mystery sublilme

deception, lies
false brillance
relies
on silence
speak the truth
awaken, realize
the power of the lie
rests
in silence

wherein
the power of the lie
unchallenged
it rises and flies
unmasked
it falters and drops
fizzles
like the mist
beneath the burning sun

i bring you freedom
at what cost you say
oh...never mind
we'll settle up
another day

i bring you freedom
with my gun in my hand
i bring you freedom
no more struggle, no more toil
now...
hand over your oil

when the world is inanimate
when our hearts don't connect
its deep ecology that we need
deep soul, oinment
for a world gone awry
anima mundi, the world alive

tension
between myself and my angel
he lies so deep within
i experience him as a force
without
but the gifts he brings
gifts of the soul
laced with imagination
and divine grace

the nymph
natural and true
becomes witch
when nature is seen
in dead objectivity

"I am certain of nothing
but the holiness of the heart's affections
and the truth of the imagination" (John Keats)

a fearlessness emerges
arising from the realization
there is something omnipresent
in the world...

the divine madness
of love
is an opening
into the eternal
a door that opens out
from human reason to divine mystery
shaking tranquility

soul making is like
playing in the mud
Adam
was a mud-man
patty-cake, patty-cake...

soul enters life from below
thru the cracks
an opening
where life breaks down

in the shadow
lies the salvation
reclamation
of what has been lost

in deviations from the norm
is soul disclosed
looking at what we reject
we begin to heal

the cure for an ailing soul
take back
what you have disowned

our society has the plague
loss of soul
in a deep split
and we can't think ourselves out
somewhere
between understanding and unconsciousness
lies the soul
its nothing like ego
but closely connected to fate
soul is what we are
but beyond our capacity to devise or control
the nurturance of soul
calls forth the mysteries of life
encouraging life to blossom
according to its own unpredictable beauty

things left unspoken
unsaid
if they be of love
cause the universe
to skip a beat
errupt, corrupt
so
every chance you get
whisper softly
"I love you"

the twilight hours
usually
such a delight
wolves
dance and howl
something sacred...
middle of the nite

if its fire and brimestone
we want
then open the gates of hell
freely
the demon swells and rolls

she danced
oh she danced
so beautiful and free
such spontaneity
she danced...

speak your lies
into
a mother's eyes
its her son
her son whose life
is undone

SUPPORT THE TROOPS...
bring them home!

bushburns
burn yourself out
bushburns
burn yourself out

bush burns
burns himself out
as people learn
what lies
he's cast about

frame
the message clear
speak
truth aloud
shrink not back
in trembling and fear

if we blindly accept
and truth reject
ghosts
ghosts will haunt
our every step

mrbush
your lies blind
sacrifice
innocent lives
where
where does such power
lie
that causes death
destruction
where is the power
of the lie

truth
a story untold
whether it be of war
within
or without
hear the story
of what
truth is about

the power of truth
to go where
the timid
never would dare
the power of truth
rules, everywhere

The Power of Truth
so great
its strength
overcomes
all forces of darkness
heals all wounds
reconciles
all lost love
glorify, praise
this truth from above

sometimes
a little tension
is just what's needed
for without pressure
no diamonds
would there be

penetration
so gentle
so subtle
so as not to arouse resistance
a peaceful union
of opposing forces
opens the way...

come
come my friend
lets rejoyce once again
before life
has its ultimate revenge

baby's got peaches
hangin from her tree
she says they're juicy and sweet
but
that's not news to me

the way you made love
so endearing
so complete
like the Mother Goddess
herself
embracing the Earth
encompassing
drawing it in
a fertile renewal
primal fulfillment
truly
archetypal

slow dance
slow dance to the music
lets be gentle
take our time
gather some rhythm
enjoy the sublime

shaping matter
is an easy task
like a hot knive running thru butter
if passion tempers to sincereity
such formations last and last
recreating
themselves upon demand

what god would bless
he first puts thru the fire
so tempered
are we becoming
fine Assyrian steel
a blade with which to cut

our union so blessed
with moments of oasis
so private
so cherished
a return to the garden
to develop an enduring foundation
from which
love may radiate, nourish and grow
"...to spread white rushes"

I like to watch
as you go thru
your daily routine
sweep the stairs
put in the wash
dust ...
its your subtle movements
that i crave
desiring to intently know
the Jill in betweeen the lines
revealed in small moment to moment
movements

the fibers of our hearts
wrap themselves into
a bond of love
weaving a bridge
between
your heart and mine

the way she loves
is so beautiful
it verges on being painful
tender is passion
the power of truth unshadowed
it is too powerful to totally behold
i catch only glimpses
flashes
of the divine
who descends and plays with us

how can i do justice to such a princess
her ways divine
strong of mind
but over-flowing with love
the passion we have known
humbles
leaves me in awe
did it really happen
these are things
I know only in dreams

wolf...
20 miles on the run
hasn't broken stride yet
a week without eating
yet she travels far and wide
from where does she draw her strength
its in the ground, the rocks,
the trees, the very air she breathes
the wolf runs
from sheer joy

one hour by the river
and the world's in order
how obedient
of nature's forces
to respond that way

forgiveness of sin
you forgive me mine
I'll forgive you yours
where does that leave the pope
out on the balcony
smoking a bowl
reminiscing bout days of ole

Zombies among us
we pretend
to feel hear and see
"Zombies turn around"
but when the dust settles
there was nothing
nothing at all
nothing to cause a stir
all go back
Zombies, as you were

like an alpha wolf
ears perked
set for danger
roaming a hundred miles square
tasting the scent in the air
going for the jugular
anything that threatens
rollin with the pups in peace and joy
when all's safe

like two wolves
we lope along
a steady gait
all that's required
soon
that high alpine meadow

everyday (date) with you
is as exciting
as the first
filled
with joy, unbounded love
what truth(s)
does this speak of

what darkness tries to obscure
is a truth a light
which is beyond its grasp
so it invokes
the shadow
quite in vain
since it is by light
that shadow is cast

when the waters get muddy
a Return
to Innocence and Truth
refreshes
like a cool breeze
Pillars of Strength are these
their influence penetrating
dispersing
dark clouds that obscure

that which is
of heaven
is easily recognized
it defies time,
space and convention
it obeys a Natural Law
an inner light
involuntarily, spontaneously
it is "free
of all scruples and doubts
which induce timid vascillation
lame the power of decision" (Wilhem, I Ching, pp.390,394)

a problem
unatural, untrue
only exists by deception
theft
nothing inferior
can stand on its own power

energy and matter
time and space
stuff...
made to order
for the human mind
as long as
the heart
is in the right place

its all about time
how
it unravels
how it unwinds
how
it conforms
to the order of mind

the end is in
the beginning
nothing to fear
eternity
present, here

a fate wedded
to hearts desire
converges in accord
with
life's winding path

seeing with clarity
requires
suffering utmost despair
the diamond
wrested from the clutches of matter
yields its sparkle
most unwillingly

pain purifies
makes pristine
holds on high
that treasure stumbled upon
in the vallley below
polished, perfected
with the sharpness of an Eagle's eye

a mother's gift
...pristine virtue
incarnate reflection
reflecting
on and on...

Annie
heaven and earth
moved
when i first saw
your face
you stood
with such Innocence
divine grace

while we struggled
matter-bound
our spirit child
hovered above
shrouding us in truth
in love
our ego-selves swamped
while our spirit child cried "fly"
once the storm passed
she descended
bearing her gifts
blessings
for us to share
we soared, once again

The Great Earth Mother
in retreat, forgotten
the mind straying
from the heart
breaking its bond
tryin to usurp the wisdom
for its own perverted
limited ends...
the tail wagging the dog

now and again
i lose the way
at such times
i consult the map
that says
"you are here"

child of the future
child of the past
makes no difference
when or where
i'm just glad
your here, at last

give up on strategy
cease
trying to predict, control
surrender
to the tide
merge with the flow
heavenly guidance surrounds us
all you have to do
is let go

to divine the future
is no great task
requires only
that we retreat
put first things
last

child of the dream
you who dwell
both
in realms subtle and real
lead the way
follow we will
lead away
from patterns shallow
open the way
to imaginative play
where ideas we re-schuffle
form and content dance
before our joyous eyes

we are capable of sensing
far more than
we allow ourselves
we filter out
that which is non- conventional
deny
that which is spiritual
if necessary
close my ears
that i may hear
blind my eyes
that i may see
heaven, redeem me

i'm in need
of a transfusion
a spiritual infusion
of your love
your body i adore
your soul i breathe
gimme, gimmme
please
a taste of heaven's nectar
you keep hidden
your secret garden
your womanly charm
who would guess
it under your arm

we are
a slow motion
matter-bound version
of the shakti/shiva principle
union/seperation
creation/dissolution
the illusion is the unfolding drama
the release
is going along with the play anyway

it is the heart
that is the original
and final
creator
where else would god
choose to be
if in this world
we cannot find him
its because
we are alienated from our hearts

in my heart
i create
a Greater Reality
i am there
lying beside you
we look up at the nite sky
clouds streaming stars gleaming
hand in hand
upon a bed of air
we float
in complete union
bathed in eternity
a universe in total harmony

this bond of ours
transcends the friction of space
overcomes
the limits of time
problems not meant to be solved
but
dissolved as the old
gives way to the new
forever increasing
a love mirroring
its power grows

as lovers must
return to dust
lets take with us
the seeds of a
new humanity
sown in fertile soil
of having left nothing un-lived
only thru our passion unleashed
will the power of these seeds
be released

the world is objectified
as it is recognized
so whose rules are these
by which we see
did i author them
is it really up to me

the heart whispers
anahata...anahata
and the mind
falls back upon itself
...in rest

i feel as if i have been given
a death sentence
but
truly it is all about life
to live more abundantly
no un-lived/loved spaces
for the greatest regrets
come from not what we have done
been what we have failed to do
"all must die
but not all
truly live (braveheart)

she
laid down her life
quite literally
before the oncoming treads
of a powerful cat
as corporate profits soar
her lingering presence
asks
why...what for
questions unsilenced
by disel engines roar
its up to us
to keep asking
for Rachel Corrie

come my sweet
after love labors
we do spend
lets turn our love
outwards
build something
whole and complete
watch it grow

who knows
who really knows
from where creation comes
how we know
not what
seeing within
changes one's outter vision
the world forms
and re-forms
as we name it
so
you know
who knows
who really knows

sweetpea has a phd.
sometimes
that imtimidates me
but then
what should i care
as long as
i'm subject of her inquiry

she is
the ideal peace activist
gentle, high minded
spiritual yet firm
a second generation flower child
complete
with flowers in her hair
her beauty radiates
penetrates
transforms all it touches
she is a Woman
of the promised world
a Woman with
stars and moons in her hair...

in this adversity
seperation
there is profound power
the jewel of our love
stands
gleaming in contrast
to the darkness
in which it is cast
a beacon of clarity

i'm tryin to "own"
my feelings toward you
but there is no escape
they own me
there is an urgency
an unrelenting love call
howling
thru my soul

in the woods
behind your house
a sanctuary a refuge
a dark man lurks
on its edge he emerges
searches...
you tread barefoot, warily
cautious
the snap of a twig
your scent on the nite air
gives your presence away
suddenly
my hands find
your warm, supple body
explore the darkness there
lovers embrace
sink to the earth
wet and moist
intertwine in natures fertile soil
with selfless abandon
our love labors
peak
exhausted we lay
damp
in each others arms
slowly the moon rises
her soft light cast
all about

with the eyes of love
i look at thee
with
the eyes of love
i behold you
blindly
i walk about
my appointed rounds
with
one image
one prescious image
all i ever see

its so humbling
that you
would love me
allow me to love you
thank you
for "seeing" me
i'm not invisible
anymore

I pray
that this blessed
joy/pain
knows no end
that it fill all eternity
day by blessed day

you ask
what boon have I returned
brought back
a gift of love
wrested from mortal combat
did emerge
it beats within
a song
forevermore, ceaselessly
playing in time
gracing huamanity
this song
yours and mine

heart whispers
do you hear
can you decipher
heart whispers
the divine language
of love...

a quiet heart
still within
whispers...

you are my muse
you are my lover
what a crime
to be without
each other

what raptures await
what heavenly bliss
what gifts yearn
to be born
what boons
to humanity
struggle to emerge
despite our resisitance
divine wishes
incarnate

its not up to us
feeble
as ego-beings
we are
no
its not up to us
our destinies controlled
determined
by forces
light-years afar
stars
unimaginable in their existence
shoot
their rays of love
penetrating
our mortal beings
guiding
from far above
divine mysteries

holy secrets
in exchange
between your heart and mine
holy secrets
don't you wish
we could know their names
know their substance
holy secrets
between your heart and mine

in the history of mankind
there are loves
that go down recorded
pages of mysteries
that celebrate the human heart
to such an affair
i think we are witness

a name just flashed
thru my mind
July
sweet july
who is she
our spirit child
she seems to be
talking
speaking within
what is it sweet july
what?

ceaselessly
our hearts drum out
a message
drawing us together
synchronizing our beings
working in perfect harmony
only
in close proximity

remember
when i said
your killing me
remember when
now
do you think
re-think
that message again
your killlin me
such awsome power
the human heart

heart to heart
we communicate
in a tongue
unknown
to the waking mind
descend
sweet sleep
descend
that i may know my love
in silent harmony
once again

your healing power
moves within me
releasing obstructions
in wave after wave
but when we're apart
my body
mourns
your absence...
can you doubt
that i crave you
when every fiber
of my being
so responds...

i don't have a phone
to pester you with
i don't have a car
that brings me to your door
but
i am chasing you...
chasing you with all of my heart

nothing moves me
like you do
you make my world
shake and shudder
you are the significant other

we went to march for
peace
sat at a rock pool
of exceeding beauty
while bushsharon
pretended to confer
we sang out
at the top of our lungs
now,
who had
the greater reality

forgiveness (peace)
if we can't forgive mistakes
mis-deeds
then we are a sorry lot
look at how the Creative
regards us in love
and forgiveness
His constant presence
pointing the way
"here's the path
here's the way...
come on, take but one step..."

I was walkin
down the path
aimlessly
when i bumped into
my guru
he stepped out from within
with a how-do-you-do

duty to god and country
isn't that a mixing of metaphors
meant to confuse
how do you know
how do you choose

false honor
cut it lose
let it go
we need the room
to grow

rice and beans
beans and rice
its gettin to where
i can't tell
the two apart

a workin man's revolt
modern-day slavery
9-5
where's your honor
your pride
do you wear your
company badge
with such distinction
hubris
a scarlet letter of sorts
come on
your better than that

rape the land
fornicate with its daughters
and where will you sup
when its rivers
no longer run
mired with your sludge

mrbushmrsharon
you've got no clue
your greed
your blindness
have made puppets
outta you

I was cleaning out
the tool shed
the other day
when I found this odd thing
inscribed on its side
the words "ego"
where does this go
what does it do
it must be of little use
sitting
on a shelf, gathering dust
some tool of old
I suppose
long out-dated...

safe inside my cave
the wind howls
without
but within
a warm fire
I lay upon my sleeping furs
and dream
of a time long ago
when men lived like ants
in cities
cut off from the Natural World
they grew weak and ignorant
losing sight of the mysteries
the divine power within
ah!...
but that was so long ago...

my baby's long
and she's tall
graceful and lean
when she says
i don't measure up
i just give her
a one-eyed sideways glance
from then on
its sweet romance

a dog was peeing
leisurely
when quite abrupt
his master jerked the leash
harshly
dragging the pup away
urination interruptus
...its a dog's life

a perfect union
whole and complete
a bodily embrace of the spiritual realm
transcendence
"powers unite in deep harmony
peace and blessings
descend upon all living things" (I Ching)

our spirit child
was within us
blessing us...
she rose from your belly
hovering over us
enveloping
with fullest blessings

we have brought forth
a living being
our spirit child
immaculate conception, virgin birth
if you will
it is spirit that stirs within us
kicks, turns
workin her way out...

i talked with uncle jung
last nite
seems as if his inner anima
had him in a fright
he ranted and raved
went on like a fool
then his seductress
standing at his side
cracked her whip
he jumped up
and
sat on the wall

i'm workin on my lovin
tryin to get it adjusted
fine tuning...
constant
but no demands
no expeactations

there's a sweetness in the air
that makes breathing glorious
inhalation-exhalation
becomes a raptuous experience

lovers
walk and talk
runners amble by
and a solitary bird
wings
into the sunset

soft yellow light
cast upon the trees
at river's edge
enters my spirit
light beams
play and dance within
waters swirl and soothe
as the day
gently
slips away

Nature's Radiance
triggers
a spontaneous response
enthusiasm, joy
inner and outer
co-incide

the pictures that
nature paints
reflect a harmony
constant in apparition
ever changing in form
un-ending divine imagery

remembering how to love
is mainly about
forgetting...
giving up fears of the self
delighting in the other
simple joy
true seeing
like a child...

love runs deep
thru
every fiber, hair and bone
it has the power
to wound
to heal
love is the underlying reason for the universe
it vibrates, resonates
feel it as it hums thru existence

believe in love
if all else fails
dragons and demons
come calling
believe in love
in the darkness of despair
when reality plays the trickster
don't turn away
believe in love

Our Spirit Child
goes between worlds
ego and soul
hearts become pregnant
when the spirit child
whispers
knowledge inadmissiable to ego
the spirit child
slips back into brackish waters
refounding primal truths
amidst the mud
ego flees
lest
he become smeared
with reality
but
nuzzles up close
when darkness descends
and covers are pulled tight
yearning for the secrets
that make the spirit child
shine in the nite
ego
prances and dances
proclaiming divine right
but only
the spirit child
traverses
both worlds
with ease
only the spirit child
really, knows

a word
mispoken
or
taken wrongly
who cares
thoz who love with no limits
care
thoz whoz hearts explode
at the sight of the other
care
thoz who wake in the middle of the night
with tears
of joy
care
I love you without shame
without conditions
I love you
because you have taken care
to be you

how much time is enough
how deep
is the love in your eyes
how silently
my heart sobs
this joy to great to contain
spills over and over
wetting thoz around us
drawing them
into our circle of joy
how much time
what time
time is irrelevant
of no consequence
in matters of the heart

time
as we know it
is but
a staging point
for destinations we birth ourselves
realms beyond
reserved for the bold
archtypes, patterns yet untold
where imagination defines
the way
we penetrate the realm
of the archtype
and order the Primal patterns
to our desires
we become the Pattern Maker
no longer content
to be puppets
of olympian gods
but such a heruclean task
must begin in matter
in mud itself
spiritual ideas are fine
but Earthen Realities Rumble

to have the luxury of time
together
to feel assured that with the passing
of this moment
the next is not threatened
the immediacy of your presence
is so great
I am always shocked
when its time
to part

on bended knee
I fasten the clasp
of her sandaled foot
in service
to a princess
sensing the divine
time stands still

lying her down
on a bed
of high clover
beneath towering oaks
lush
in spring growth
her hair
mingles with the earth
her eyes
reflect the unclouded sky
heaven and earth
unite

its the mind that lags behind
when you wake in the mornin
and would go for a jog
but...blah
its not an unwilling
unyielding body
but an indolent mind
stuck in the mud...

a street musician
downtown austin
fiddlin that back home mountian music
an angel of mercy
drops a $5 spot in his box
enuff to keep him in thoz
kentucky hills
all nite long...

we have no idea
of what blessings
the creator would bestow
upon us
no idea...
if we but open our hearts
he would fill with
abundance
blessing after blessing
we have no idea...

is it just for this
brief moment
only
that our lives
intertwine
or
is there a thread
that transcends time and space
drawing us together

this feels
like
more than chance
happenstance
but then
time is so irrelevant
inadequate
to measure the scope
of love as ours

the wanderer
has no home
his only security
is the quiet acceptance
of the unknown

When I am with you
I yearn that all boundaries
should melt
that I might merge with you
within you
be possessed by you
breathe into my lungs
fill them with your sweet breath
then
and only then
do I feel whole

Let your breath
enter mine
let your truth
inform me
you are
that wildish essence
of soul
for which I long

I have not yet
begun to live
having now only
found that
which ignites my soul

I walk by
the steps upon which
we sat
the stone
whereupon we kissed
your beauty, your truth
sweep over me
images so sweet
I taste the freshness
of your lips

may the joy and love
between your heart and mine
dissolve
any and all
obstructions

within each of us
there is a fountian of joy
inexhaustable
fed by an Ancient Riverbed

the iron maiden
smiled wistfully
holding the key between her teeth
she swallowed...
the prince
why
he just licked his lips
and waited...

how many times
does the garbage
have to be taken out
before
it is truly empty

on the outskirts of consciousness
lurks a predator
ready to pounce
in opposition
on the instincts
of the natural self

if we look for a reason
to condemn or accuse
it will surely come

a texas gurl
thru and thru
makes a man proud
she culda been calamity jane
or even martha jane
a buffalo gurl
true
but jill's here and now

we have sustainable coffee
why not sustainable love
must love
just
come and go
why can't it
grow
treat it organically
nurtured and fed
regarded tenderly
can't love
grow and grow
the tendrils of our hearts
ever reaching outward
encompassing more and more
of a world
so desperately in need...

matter...
mater...mother
mother earth
calls
get muddy
get dirty
wallow as buffalo
then
stampede
thunder across open plain
run to heart's exhaustion
run...run
run thru the pain...

come sweet Jill
come with me
into the forest deep
onto the open meadow
set foot upon the path
let pan be our guide
runners of the woods
you and me
if just for a day
a moment
outta time...

white feathered queen
I never surmised
that I might find you
when I had given
myself
up for lost

in a joyous moment
wrought from inumerable
dark nites of the soul
two kindred spirits
shared a glass of wine
a heavenly promise
fulfilled...

nature in her radiance
calls us
to nakedness
a loss of pretension
letting go of all that inhibits
the soul
keeps it in the dark
a call...
a coming out

lying on freud's couch
I was convinced
that the anima was
but a projection
then
lying in her bed
I experienced the anima
as herself
myself, us
she heals the world
makes it sacred again

dive deep
penetrate the waters
retrieve the sacred boon
surface again
bring about the mariage
of heaven and earth
light and dark
yin and yang
then
a Great Flowering...

ridin the bus
is like bein in a 3rd world country
look at the faces
read the lives
then
tell me life is not
still about survival
what are we to do
with such as these
hold them in prayer
spare them some change
NO...I think not
only spiritual joy will suffice

my baby
is a tiger
she bites
wounds and devours
her fangs
sink
deep into my flesh
later
brushing her hair
I untangle the knots...
such is
the bite of the tiger

lying next to you
the whole night thru
is like reaching back
forward
thru eternity
and bringing to bear
the wholeness, sacredness of all life
to this moment
this one short moment...

My baby
has wolf eyes
she's wild
and she's free
my baby has wolf eyes
they got a yellow-gold glow
and
they're burning a hole
in me

How many hours
I've spent
meditating on the wolf
easin up close
tryin to get a scent
fathom her wildish nature
now
she holds me transfixed
dare I stare
keep her gaze
will she devour
go jugular
or
will I be transformed
my sister
the wolf
who I have long nourished
in my heart
but only now
do we meet
eye to eye

like teenagers courting
awkward
yet sincere and earnest
in heartfelt desire
unsure what how or when
we sat
on the city-hall steps
a love
struggling to attain form
but within it
the seeds of peace
we bring peace to the world
by
birthing the love within
and between us...
a new being is begotten
a spiritual substance
created by you and I
and only spirit has the power
to heal the world

Lilith's song

slow and gentle
our hearts tug
ever loosening
the grip
ego holds over soul
ever urging
enticing

Love stands
not above
but
beyond reason

mysterious in its ways
knowing its destiny
forces from primal depths
echo
a song sung
by the beating heart
sung and re-sung
heartbeat upon heartbeat
until
the whole body hums in unison

amputation unclean
without anesthetic
ragged and raw
my body
shudders with remorse
my throat tightens
heart aches

parting with the beloved
bleeding to death...

come holy spirit
wash away
mis-taken identity
when I think
I am not (sorry Immanuel)
unshadowed by reflection
let innocence
lead...

step
outta mind
outta time

Wind
churns sun and water
into
crystal reflections

unlike cities
where freeways
circle and circle
the open road
weaves a path to wilderness...

I muffle my steps
walking lightly
quietly accepting
the unknown

Lilith

Lilith comes
emerging
from the forest
fierce and proud
she strides with stealth
cunning yet graceful
clad only
in low-slung thong
leather leggings
barefoot and free
the Huntress approaches
men humbled
lower their eyes
unable
to engage
the gaze
of the Goddess
primeval, unbound

oppression...

I awoke
in shock
she was gone...
a mortal emptiness
resounded in my soul
echoing
she's gone...

Before my eyes
My Beloved
shed her mask
and in a succession of images
her soul-countenance
revealed
each more beautiful
startling
than the rest
until I could behold no more

My Beloved
beckons
with a pure heart
she destroys
illusion, deception

Power
has nothing to do
with the small man
vain and bullying
but looms
in the fabric of life
turns and twists
awaiting discovery
as
fate unravels...

playfully
she kicked at me
barefoot
and I fell
tumblin, spinnin
still fallin...

Ah!
the setting sun
sighs
radiant in Joy

can't get outta my mind
what's in my heart...

true to life
true to heart
letting go
of mind's strangle-hold
on life
to soar
like birds in flight
heart and wings
beating as one

a way with women
how is that
what is that
going for the heart
to the heart
seeking a crease
a crevice
squeezin in

a wanderer
findin his way home

waiting patiently
on bended knee
waiting
with certainty
no self deception
or illusion
just things as they are...

As we lay here
in love's embrace
I see in your eyes
the happiness
innocence
of a little girl

Heaven and Earth

She drops down
from Heaven
Lightly
her feet touch the ground
unacustomed
to the heaviness of the material world
the Earth receives her
spreading white rushes
So adorned
in Natural Splendor and Beauty
an Angel of Heaven
secure
in Earth's embrace...
a Great Flowering occurs

my addiction
your addiction
what does it matter?
Absolution comes
readiness...

some people say
crzy hrse
is full of shit
I drop to squat
ponder awhile...
relieved
I walk on

Satyagraha

there is a treasure
buried
deep in human consciousness
released
it transforms the world

Desire is holy
fix it
on attaining Spiritual Substance
and
the world is transformed

fertile fields
await
cultivation of character (surrender of ego)

"He who could wholly comprehend
this sacrifice
could rule the world
as though
it were spinning on his hand"
I CHING

Engulfed
in your eyes
a flood
of Pure Emptyness
swept me away
all pretension
all delusion
subsumed

May
the Angel of Innocence
take away
the blinders
that rob us
of True Vision

Innocence
sweet innocence
I stand by
till the ends of the earth
Proclaiming
Sweet Innocence
yours
and mine

An Ode to JILL

Never will I forget
our first embrace
the force
of your cheek on mine
the soft, yielding
invitation
of your mouth
the savage clench
of our bodies
yearning to unite

Splendor denied
is
Splendor remembered

walk on
yesterdays
fall away
as the leaves in the Fall
walk on

new buds
Spring forth
eternally
crossing the river
don't look back...
walk on

the wind at my back
reaches
up and under my garments
I shudder and mis-step
yet
it pushes me forward
the wind at my back
a constant companion
speaks silently
unconscious images
leading the way...

like a butterfly
skittish
she fears opening
fluttering heart

A growing hunger
in my heart
gnaws
eating away
the last vestiges of egotism
clearing a path
preparing the way

outside of
the arms of my beloved
I am only
a stranger
in a strange land
wandering
passin time
till
heaven and earth meet again

you looked at me
and I was stricken
taken
by first glance
elevated
by pristine heavenly virtue
my heart throbs
with a child-like innocence

what a wonder
is a mother
she drives up behind a school bus
catching it at the light
jumps out of her car
and thru the cell-like window
hands her beloved child
his sack lunch...

embrace adversity

when we are all safe and secure
we are dead
outer life must have risk
the only saftey
is in the quiet security of heart
the rain, wind and cold
awaken the warmth
in our hearts...
embrace adversity

people that don't want to accept help
from "the system"
but are looking for a handout
yet don't want to participate...
these are thoz
who have fallen thru the web
the saftey net

the hardness of egotism
must be cracked
there need be a surrender
a willngness to go beyond
self-structured strictures
to escape the prison without walls

spiritual joy
a "meltdown experience"
far surpassing any physical pleasure

Take a back seat
put it in overdrive
autopilot...
just let go

the self-emergent path
follow
lose control

there is a spirit
a comforter
there is a spirit...

too many refrigerators
color TV's
they drone on and on
whining their need for more electricity

We're draining the planet
with our maddening thirst
search the skies
the heavens and the earth

signs are forthcoming
seven more years
till all burst

tele-communications
tele-networks
the information highway
crumbling
underneath
an Ancient Riverbed flows...

She's like a fire
that breaks out of the secret depths
of the earth
casting a luminous glow
bathing all around her
in Beauty

the JOY of my heart
subdues
my mind

I have been led
blindfolded
into a garden
all is innocence
I a beginner
not knowing the rules
reach out
but substance eludes my grasp
only
by letting go am I possessed
firmly...

The river runs silent
greys and brown
unfathomable
images
arise in the mist
a summons to the depths

Long ago
the Comanche
roamed this country
resting his horse atop gentle hill
surveying the horizon distant

Now in their place
another race
who jabber in tongue
we scarce understand
meaningless for the most part
hyperbole...

Where are thoz savage warriors
whoz awesome deeds
cast fear about

True to their creed
True to the end--

I heard a child screaming
in the street
not of fear nor anger
but
of sheer joy
"I am king of the world!"

summer sun streaming over my shoulder
winter wind whispering
in my ear
who am I?
who am I?

half moon hanging
overhead
as Indian Summer
slips away...