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It is not an emotion
but a force of nature
this love.
It is not for a thing
but occupies us
a revealer of our truth
of both our dark and light….
but by being it’s follower,
it’s crazy saddhu,
we are remade by it
and become the consumate lover
of all.
Not for a thing,
we become that love
and become the force we were all along.
It is a crazy crash of a love
that tears down illusion
leaving the eager lips
and consumate heart 
as it’s center
turning ’round endlessly 
wondering what is the point
until we realize
it is in just being it.
By being just that
the noblest truth is owned
not borrowed,
felt to the marrow
no fakery here.
To love because you are love
is the hardest path
because there is nothing else
to turn to—
not anger
or fear
or jealousy
or lies….
because it cannot tolerate anything else but it’s relentless drive to the Center….
Only one great truth remains
and it has hid itself in you
so that your lips last for only that love 
and your heart is aflame for nothing else but it.
Who else can you love then?
The bar raised so high
only the universe can pick the one
when all else is shed
and you wander seemingly alone
in a world filled with lovers who feel it for a thing.

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Do you think that this was going to be easy

this love I bear in you?

Everything else

is like a mad scramble

like the screams of monkey’s in the trees

-it is how the mind is.

 

Sink into forgetfulness

and into the bliss

a warm buoyant presence

rises up all around

it makes others so ripe.

 

So you chase after me

day after day.

I know how hard it can be sometimes

this vagabond life you lead

having given up so much

for nothing else but this one thing

that rings through everything.

Like a vast thread

with no beginning or end,

constantly being thread through a needle

-desire drives it forth.

 

But just as you chase after me,

I turn ’round and chase after you;

mirror and reflection find their union

in a sweet simple embrace

of equal measure of fire and coolness

that breeds the incorruptible beauty

that we all know

but cannot adequately express.

 

I am waiting for you

there

here

under the vast sky of your morning

as you squint into the new day

and I ride under your feet

like a magical carpet

delivering you

reveling in your touch

abiding here as always

with no answer

nor question

but this abiding taste

that lingers on your lips

and bears within the swing of your hips

and sway of your arm…

 

I am here to show you beauty

yes

but not before you dissolve the horror that stands before your face

and that dwells in your heart.

I am here to show you the greatest love there is

it is what I was destined to bear to you since

forever was a child…

but we must work to set it right

so that the beauty of this moment can be known

fully

without reservation

or regret

or doubt

or shame

or sadness…

 

I wrap myself ’round all of these

for you

and it is my mere presence that dissolves them

just as soon as you are ready to let them fall

and transform into the greatness that is in you to be.

 

I know it is hard for you.

I know the strain

the pain

the sadness

the empty void…

but one by one

like soldiers

I redeem them

with the sweetest kind of joy.

You grow from old to young

like a vast wheel turning backwards

until all the strain is wound out of it.

I am here with you until the end

which is only the beginning.

 

I am the force that revives

the one who opens you

and shows you

the flower within

and the great light

that those petals long to touch

arching upward and outward

a great kind of beauty is coaxed…

 

I am beyond names

and beyond all recognition,

the sweetest mystery

that all of you yearn to swim deep into

and become lost in

so that you might be found.

What if…
it all lies beyond your fear
that coiled serpent
of a moment
that goes up in a puff of smoke
turning illusions into real
and returning you to heaven.
What if
the lies you told
were to leap to life
haunting you on your darker nights
pursuing you until you faced them
whilst they turned to doves
full of a forgiving song
as Grace filled you in redemptive wonder
as your heart is given over to truth
not as a thing you would ever dare utter
but to live?
Would it be enough to spend
centuries of earth time in silence?
What if the old stories were mistook
as you were led on journies of folly
for lifetimes even

And what if those stories
were the ones that you wrote 

on the bright sky of memory?
What would you do then?
Would you go looking
lurching
to a fabled promised land?
Or would you find it right where you rest?
What would your heart say?
What if all you ever needed
was held in one sweet breath of a moment
such that nothing else ever felt the same
or could be?
Would this
and more
be enough to undo you
as the tightly bound laces of your
preconception
were loosed in one wild flurry of  forgetting
as all laws and convention
save one 
were cast aside?
What would you do
and who really would you be?

What a night.  I was up late because I fell asleep, but then awoke, momentarily refreshed and unable to call on the deep trance of dream.  Caught between, my mind was a flurry of waking dream images, a vast rumination running on autopilot. Like a psychedelic trip without the disorientation.


 

The Line

Dissolved

Between here

And there

Sleep

And waking

Dream and dreamlessness….

 

This dissolves

It’s a solvent

ripping apart

taking down

those boundaries,

setting in place

A poetry of soul

Self

And bone…

 

So many weep,

holding the remnant masks

grieving

For a nothingness

that came from itself

And dissolves back to its origins.

 

Rejoicing,

The soul rises

to its paradise

lying folded between the leaves

of lost pages

unknown

unseen

until the boundaries fall away

the mountains,

the walls,

the illusory beliefs…

as the book blooms

into a world of sweetened scent

and wonder

for the hidden

now revealed.

 

Your images fleeted through me

(she lay cuddled over him arms tucked in)

The words and sounds

Both of laughter

(She sits up, taking him in)

And wonderment,

Secrets only you knew

(Like a radio star; she received in pulses so fast)

Fleeted through an emptied house…

(Uncertain and dizzy with desire)

as images emerged,

Like a full-on psychedelic experience

Driven by dream

(And desire)

Focused through waking.

 

Strangers moved

Indexed

Stored

Released

As my mind

Balanced between worlds

Watched in wonder

As it all slipped through

My hands

like a great rushing stream.

 

My mind does not know what it means

Nor always to whom it belongs

It all becomes

Noise…

A flurry of images

From personal lives

The soul

Linked into realms of light.

I listened as I heard the peculiarly loud vocalization last night

that sitting here now,

I hear the man next to me chirping out

exactly as it had come

in a time that came backwards

from the way it usually comes.

 

What secrets do any of us think we hold in worlds such as this?

 

But for purposes

I wonder

The chaos of our world

Slipping through the radio of my mind

As the daily broadcast is ruminated

By minds other than my own

As my own can only guess

At the glue that holds them together.

 

The desire

The greatest one

Is what holds it all together

Even as none of it makes sense sometimes.

Sometimes it all just comes so fast

So furiously

Meaning meant for another self inside

While the mind just cannot grasp

Nor should it,

I think.

 

It is what it is

Assigning importance

Robs it of its reality

 

All our masks are lost

I think

To the deep river of time,

and as they do

you too will see as I have seen

as the veil thins

not between worlds

but in the world of the self

which sees all worlds.

From 2010….

 

Shame on you
you dry canals
you fearers of truth
you forbid the very essence of divinity
whilst in the same sentence condemned
and hid
the truth
of our greater being.

Some books
forbidden.
Long since the Master
had come and gone.
Who made you the expert on the divine cosmic
you whose waters were imaginary
entirely fabricated
and guessed?
Liars
fakirs
fearsome of the wholesome truth of your being
you stripped a promising tradition
of its true power
and sent the Master’s words into oblivion.

You hid half the divine under a bushel
but she is emerging
It is time.
Your high morality
imagined,
created,
showed at least
that belief
has its own power
we must be careful of the gods and beliefs we choose
they reinforce each other.

The tide is  turning.
Time to move with the tides.
Your centuries of hate and killing is enough.
Your power was entwined with blindness
your hands bloodied.
It is time to step aside
catch your breath
and consider there is another way.
Let the master in each step forward-
heresy is now the sacred.

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Within essence
there rests a chamber
given to each
for each
a divine gift
a secret
waiting four the moment
of  discovery.
Every cell is made to know it
our mind takes its time
to find it.

A chamber
resting deep and still
filled with glory
beauty
wonder
and awe.

The way to it
is without physical direction
found only in the world of feeling-
it is beyond the world
while resting within it.

The chamber is the essence of our own Tao
who we are in our higher form
and where we return
when we are each ready.

This is the chamber of union within
where all that was done
is undone
where all that was made
is unmade
where all that was not loved
is loved
into brilliance
and bliss.

He turns in this place
no other world concerns him
his journey here
lifetimes in making
yet no life has he lived
he is self-begotten
and knows himself through
his other forms
but is himself formless
plucked from essence
and resolving into imperishability.

Illusion is destroyed here
a sense that things are separate
as union begets union
deeper and deeper
a Yantra made up of his own being
a drop in the primordial ocean
ripples outward forever into phenomena
as his bliss is known as THE bliss
as the god in him knows the god in all
as what is smallest returns to the largest
as he makes certain circles
around that which is no longer separate
but it worshipped
and loved
moment by moment by moment
like suspended particles
frozen into time
but free from it all at once.
He has a love inside of him unlike any he has ever tasted
or known
and has born dissatisfaction
in all of his manifestations
until they each wake up to the deeper truth of it
and the love that abides
and rests
in the silence of this chamber
where bride and groom
are joined.

When we are one and become two
what will each of us do?
When we are two
we return into the one.
Turning this way
in sacred circles
eyes looking deep within Her
searchlights
for what the world can become.
When the two dissolve into one
and pull and push apart
so to merge again and again
each time new realizations
born in this movement
worlds forming
of their own accord
the essence of the creative
manifesting
turning
returning
healing
churning
moving
illuminating.

Just as the God He exists
Self manifest,
She too is born
and lives
in this breathing world
and all others
for She
the Goddess
animates
fulfills
His dreaming
and creation.

Just as He is a search light
She is the All that is lit
the embrace that yokes passion
the womb that births miracles.

These two turn ’round about
each other
giving us the foundation of being.

There is nothing that does more
to crack open the dark places
than this.
Turning and churning in this capsule
beyond all time,
brilliant depths moved
far beyond any physical frame
yet touching upon them all
and seeding them silently
potently
certainly
waiting until waiting is filled
and the world of it
bursts open
new and old
and all places in-between
-a totality-
swept up within it
and transmitted through all time
and all places.
Like footprints in the sand…
Creation is realized anew in each moment
in each new thing
a microcosm
within the infinite.
The mystery
here
is made manifest
when each heart opens
to remembering it.

The essence of this feeling
which leads you there
finds you there
a place without a journey
a world within all form
awaits the union of each of ourselves
as we are brought to the All
into that which we are
each complete
but incomplete
pushing and pulling against the
opposites of our natures
and teasing out the creations
that reveal what it is in each moment.
In each moment the mantra is
love
love
love
love.

The signal comes through
enters this world
like some distant broadcast
its story changes the moment
as possibilities multiply
and creation grows fertile
with its promise
that we are it and it is us
and we meet in the chamber
and realize it is living out
its existence in our lives
in the gentle caress of the sky
the wonder of water
the warmth of fire
and the turn of days.
It is implicit in all that we see
but look for it
or dive for it
it does not matter;
it resides in the grass
it is within you
it is in all things
it simply is.
Tao-like
turning
blue and gold
cool and warm
all opposites are merged
in this place
this world
that is our own.

Touch it and touch all times
know all worlds that will be or were known
the moment freezes
becomes all moments
as a window opens
and allows you through to all times
and places
not for knowing
but for pure awe and wonder.
It exists in this moment
and all other moments
yet no eye can see
but all hearts can feel.

All of the moments of magic in my life
has been bounded by this
gathered by it
made true by it
and moved me forward
magnetic and certain
even as other scoffed
and derided
I knew the truth of it
for it was the greatest truth of all
if was my own
as I seek it fervently
hungrily
for the healing it affords
the freedom it bestows
the wonder it instills
and the fire that it ignites.

-March 19 2014

It is always hard when we lose someone who means so much.
This is my tribute to an old friend who has made a great journey into a new life.

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Great Friend
Noble heart
Sacred Brother
Gentle Soul-

You were born into  a world imperfect
You sought what was perfect
good
and sublime.

Know that our tears
as our dearest tribute to you
as we
like children
feel  left to the world of limits
while you are not.

You will understand then
how we will miss you
as you are born to worlds beyond imagining.

There is little else to say
your chapter has been made complete
as you go on to write still more
in that great book of yours.
We are left to read what was writ
in this world alone
by your hand
as we visit you as we have known you
and can only guess at the chapters yet to come.

I love you, my Sacred Brother.

Emergent

Seeing

Seeking

and found.

 

It lies like a primordial shell on the ocean floor of time

No one knows its beginning

only its expanses

its tender notions

about itself

as it seek to reclaim itself moment by moment.

 

It is the oldest of its kin

but the youngest of its kind

and dreams the Big Dream.

It knows its godliness and godessness

as it turns golden

in its circling spiral upward

no word can contain it

but everyone chases after it

eyeing a tender splinter of it as it rises,

awash from storms

in the deep ocean of our time

and memory.

It expands outward

and inward

and is known in its smaller dimension here

and in other worlds.

Some slips of it reach through the crevices of our self imposed enslavement

to glimpse a sliver or blast

from its deep endless boundless ovens

of transformation

to bring back tales of that something

that the little one is.

 

The little one is like an earthling

of its god-self.

Deities cast through all of matter

space and time

hidden

but not lost

not secret

just unknown

to blind minds

closed hearts….

not because we are all so bad

but because there is still so much more to open to

as our eyes widen and hearts expand.

 

The little is the big

and the big its smaller self too.

Like you are, humbled before an oversoul

or god

or goddess

laughing that it too is you….

this is simply an expansion of what has always been

and what lies outside of time

so it has no known boundaries,

nor limit.

 

We simply glimpse a part of it

but in catching that thin slip of it

grasp for more

gape-eyed in the moment when it comes

and makes our souls

open

like the flowers

that we are in truth really are.

 

“Open! Open!” the love calls

man and woman,

bird and star

all of it

bursting to fullness

by opening to it

from emptiness and lack

to abundance and light.

You only see it when it is in you

(no wait….it is always in you…we just need to be aware….)

as Sattva G. said “The universe is awakening with me….”

सत्त्व

 

The small love turns around the big one

even if we do not know it

or feel it

but when ready

we will rise into it

or it will lower into us

and love us like no other lover has ever dared or known

but which we seek to emulate

even if it might have no chance to do

and even if it does.

 

So sing

and rejoice

and grasp hold of it

as it turns you through the dark and the light

your journey now takes you into its peace

and forgiveness

to claim you as its greatest love

which is the biggest of them all…

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This love rises above all other loves

it is noble

separate

only because it is so perfect…

 

You might think this then makes some loves imperfect…

No–

but we are.  We humans

souls dressed in this clay

desperately seeking the day…

 

This love I know

does not need to make old love

into an enemy

but instead seeks peace

knows peace

wants to make peace

just as much as some wish to make love.

 

But we do not let love take us enough

nearly ever enough

to build us into its image

we instead take sips

from a vast cauldron

overflowing

and call it the great love

but there is more still

that our narrow caged minds can know

this love destroys you

and your notion

of seperation

and loss

and desiring to make an old love into a demon

or who is cursed.

 

We forget ourselves

as love

when we do this

and it is we who are cursed

as our bitterness comes back to our hearts

a hundred fold.

 

So let love take you deep into its chambers

and undo you

unmake you of who you thought you were

so that you might shine incandescent

as the self that you truly are.

 

Such a love requires a mad fool to follow it

or the bravest of hearts.

Let this love take you tonight

and show you the way

that the deep enveloping presence

of its heart can do

and go back to drink of it

ever thirsty

ever seeking

ever knowing

that has always been with you

with a certainty that makes masterworks

of this clay and soul

transiting this land once more

trying to get it right…

if we will but listen to the flower

blooming in our chest…

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It happens

in our world

in long-scaled cycles

that our inner lives

express something

that continues on the outside

that we each agree to explore here…..

 

The Light is about to change…

 

The Collective is getting ready for a new game

a new way

a radical turn

it will seem

to usher in a new age.

 

This happens in cycles

this turning

that we our souls direct

so that the light in us

might be perfected.

 

For reasons most will not appreciate

our adventure for the last five millenials

have taken us into the rational

as we became untrusting of our intuition

dull but smart

and forgot the deeper waters

of our knowing, being, and love.

 

It was not for naught

but it had consequences

for all of us died a little

on the day when we made our last turn

and lost something

in order to gain something…

 

We did this without grace.

We fell into pits of dark

and damnable confusions.

We forgot ourselves

as empires rose

and we forgot the tender knowing

that we called

the feminine….

in all of us.

 

As hard as that turning was

and as much as we may want to visit our wounds

I say to you

that this next turning

will be the sweetest one of all

since the Beginning.

 

For this Turning will be for each of us

and will swallow us whole

in its embrace.

It will dismember us

and take out our bones

and put in their place

a metal of greater hue and temper

and will make of us

beings ready for the greatest love

we have ever known.

 

We are about to change

each of us

and its process is underway

right now

in cities and towns

and the shimmer cannot be denied

and if denied

not for much longer.

 

The crustal plates are to realign

in our hearts

and our souls.

We have thirsted for thousands of years

and it is this shock of thirst

that has made of each of us

perfect vessels for the flood

that is about to come.

 

We have thirsted,

each of us

for Her

and we have been made perfect for the union

that our souls now

yawning wide

are ready to embrace

to take in

and be taken by.

 

We are about ready now

to see a great folding of the race

into a new way

and it will seem to take years to unfurl

but in looking back

it will have gone by in a wink.

 

SO I say to each of you;

be of great joy

for we now are each pregnant

with the possibility of Her

and it is this that we birth

not a woman

nor a man

but a fully equipped human

ready for the star nations

for hearing sweet music

touching sound

and smelling light.

We are the new humans

lurking inside of the old

a rebirth that is moving

with great certainty and pace.

What was impossible

will become likely

as new horizons emerge

as we continue to balance

between disaster and light.

 

 

 

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