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