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My morning window view



It comes in the unexpected moments,

with lack of guard

the inbetween

where the barrier to it falls

the heart melts

the self is returned to its primordial state

a glimpse

that returns again and again

until the brilliant flash fills and alters

changing you forever.



It isn’t worth wasting it

on anything but wonder

this sovereign moment

that owns itself

turning you over to a higher ❤️

a force that

forges you

bending the crooked





It can come at any time

especially when you least expect it…

making a lover of you.



Can we go beyond the love that we know

to reach a father shore?

Can we know that which has been hidden

all our lives?

Our lives are bound by certainties

but the greatest discovery lies in a question

a journey into the ineffable

where words cease

and a new life begins.

Love is a force

not for a thing

and when felt this way

unwinds everything you thought you knew.

Ruined, your notions of the past

lie resting on this foreign shore




But quietly a new life begins

new life emerges

and a new story is writ.

Love as a force not for anyone or anything

it undoes every agenda

for this or that

for it is for the great All of everything….

Not a thing

a force

felt flashing and living madly within me

undoing me despite my efforts to claim otherwise.

Love as a force is not to be played with

but known

like wind

that cannot be captured.

What madness is there in those who love such things?

And who knows?

Perhaps this is just the love that Gods have

that leaks out from their presence around us

and we feel it as a force…..

in such places as this anything is possible.

Welcome to the furthest shore…


It is coming strong now

the pulse of the One

spreads through the many

an undeniable


which sends ripples

glimmers of itself

we turn and find

everything has changed.

I walked over to my neighbor

I shared videos of Terrence

after he spoke of Ayahuasca

and sacred dreams…

and learned

in total serendipity

that he had lived his whole life


living next to me

silent, alone,


much like me

until we sat in waning light

for hours

speaking about the cosmic

and the One

and how it speaks to us

and how we speak with it

this great mystery

that surrounds us all…

If we were small enough

would our air seem this thin if it was blood

and we were subatomic?

Are we living in the body of something amazingly huge?

Is it better to know

or to just ask the question?

Questions are where it is at

this much is true

and known

even though the dead dry husks

of knowledge unfold themselves


it seems the buzz is in finding

the next new petal.

I suppose that is what makes us the same; always on to the next new thing

cosmic impatience

seekers are like this

and we think its all just fine

as the sky spins stars into view and out


we meet like this

in different times

and places

we both know this is so…

but how do you say what is obvious

and make it seem to be anything more than out of step with

space and time?

He is moving

I am moving away from this place

and this sudden realization comes

in the waning night

the billiards caroming off one another

as we wonder about what comes next in the world

of awakenings.

Anything we want, everything we hope for.

It all comes like this

where every one I am around is of the same

sometimes secretly

for that moment when

the great reveal comes

so I can sink my teeth into the awe and wonder

that this world offers

and that I love so.

“Anything is possible.”

who do not know me
who am self-made
bearer of fire
heavenly bliss
through me
not because of me
in me
out of me
the sacred fire of a hundred lost deserts
the water from a million silent jungles
who do not give up their secrets easily.

I know where I have been and no one else speaks for me
you would not believe the story even if I tried

My hips have struck the chord
atop the temples of Palenque
the memory of my fathers
the laughter of my daughters
the blood of my soul
the song of my kind
breathes into my frame
moving me beyond time
the sacred place
self made,
turning ’round
until I am here.

Buddha points to earth

Everything resolves back into Now.

The pants drying on the line
speaking in riddles
beyond this time
flowers open and speak riddles
sung backward in coded sequences
you have to be quick to catch
clouds turn dark and thunder rolls.
The cat turns over and says,
licking herself,
“I taste good, but you should see interstellar space…”
“Oh, believe me, I know…”
Squinting she says, “belief is not required…”

The house shakes and cracks
as I release that old poison
like ghosts leaving a cemetery
you know how it goes; scary as hell until you realize its all in how you
look at it.
Their forms flee laughing
it is all in how you see
and seeing is a choice, you see.
All of this
a wonderful choice
and many have forgot
as fingers wag outwardly
I wonder what journey will bring them
to that vast sea.
To know
is not for me.

The pants on the line say,
“You bring it all with you
like bishops and beliefs
random scraps
and boundless stupidity
you bring it
all of it;
you thought you would be changed.”
Something tells me we already are.

Buddha sits, one eyebrow raised,
a smile parting his lips
a smile I think will part this world someday
will part me surely
as wave after wave is allowed
so much forgotten
like old shipwrecks
you just have to get out and let it go
and in so doing
and laugh
at the utter absurdity of it all…
Pants smile and say,
“Now you are getting it;
abandon everything so you know what you got!”

The thunder in the world
the thunder in me
makes me incomprehensible
I have played others’ stories of me
always resulting in illusion
and loss.
Hands that clutch
keeping me in the fight
while I wonder why it even ever needed to be a fight.
“Illusion makes people like that mad…..the whole world is that way….but interstellar space is better than any fish”
so says the cat peering around the house.
“You gonna let me in or am I going to have to call in my homie troops? I’m kinda hungry.”

It is time to let in the cat
lay down
and wax multidimensional.
It wont be too much longer
that I too will be a goner.

“Abandon! Abdandon!” a sattva says with her wild eyes ablaze
Another points to earth in that knowing gaze
this old house shakes and shudders
now in joy

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