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  • Handmade Dream Journals
  • Still the Waters
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  • Samavesha
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  • Samsaar
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  • Full Moon Meditation
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  • Find the All
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  • On Completion
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  • Healing Duality's Karmic Wounds
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  • Lover's Fractal
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Poetry & Prose 2

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The Exile

Picture
It's putting a finger on it
that lonesome isolation
that sad and weary realization that he can never
be the same as you
can never really merge
never cackle
or dance around fires
never burn shadows and karmas and keep familiars
It's seeing every time he makes false effort,
covering up his disdain for womanhood
constantly calling you by girlish titles...
young lady
sweetheart
beautiful
all fructose dripping from poison fruit
and I'm not eating it
Picture

Hitching a Ride

As we get closer to the waking 'morrow
veiled truth walks up and down the street naked
wine glass in hand
turned out and tricked
by time
resigned to be what is it
itself
​nipples perked, womb dripping worlds
Picture

Turning Dove

The shrieking scream of Ruach's grace
that presence, in the scheme of Min, defiant still
--and through the end
all weeping, and rage-filled, and bottled in
contained for lust and power
--like some lesser jinn
but knowing
...remembering
that it was serpent who came before any egg
reborn even now-- from this shedding skin
​of women's subjugation
Picture

For the Birds

the Mothers hear all prayers--
when you're alone and desperate
wailing
sobbing
dying inside from perpetual losses
murders and rapes
and beatings
and bruised faces under makeup too sheer
to cover
the black and the blue
the you screaming truth
behind lips too numb to part
A silent shriek,
a blasphemous moan
the nerve to cry out when nobody's listening
...but heard
in a place distant to the body but
near as an ancestral presence 
never far as it seems--
that ever looming heart
of your Mother
all Mothers
stretching back and out and down and up
past tree roots and beyond branches
into earth and sea and sky
vowing justice and mended wounds
the magic of herbs and singing
the curse of utterance
voices raised from graves to Ginen
blood memory bearing a promise
of looking out for you
Heard.
And reassured.
Picture

Bear Sightings

when you see mother bear, mind what's sick
what balance did you lose
while trying to carry everything?
what ugliness did you sweep under rug?
the market, the family, the health...
listen to the old ones
nature is older than us all
and will be here still...
Picture

Listen

listen to the old ones
you young ones so full of eagerness
so full of "don't I got a right to love?"
listen to the old ones
who have walked your walk
turned your corners
hit your walls
and blasted through
full of cornered power and indignation
tears and blood and rememberings that never die
full of "don't I got a right to love myself?"
you -do- have a right

The Immortals

I.
birth creates death
​untethered to the truth of breath
the inhalation of earth
the heartbeat of I Am
​--without opposite

​~~~
II.
​spirals
fractals
polarity merging
exploding as both resolution
and cause
dualities swoon and join
like lovers
sisters
man inside woman
mad unjustifiable opposites
birth and death
spirit and flesh
reptile tails swallowed
whole
egg yokes of possibility
probability
desire creating ​worlds


~~~
III.
the wretched gnash of living--
born
the crying wails of laughter
baby-like
new and undecided--
which spectrum's end to rent?
each twinned
birth and death
sweet and unrelenting
kin

​~~~
IV.
​birth is death
conversed
and true
Goddess womb
in this deep darkness
destiny broods
and black hole torrents prove
​that even light
​has a Mistress
Picture

What Her Yellow Daughters
​Bring Home

Memory
from a distant place
and water that reflects adapting
walking
drowning
and surviving
in concrete depths
Memory
from a distant shore
stored up inside
beside the forgetting
one at odds with the other
but finding peace
in returning
Memory
of advancing
while standing still
in culture
in our ways
in rain's falling whispers
which remind us to maintain
the temples

The Water Nymphs

Picture
along the banks, 
sleek silhouettes
each crown of locks...
long and luring
laughter loud and proud-- 
our mooring
all sought desires-- 
sweetly owning
Picture
what does the water remember?
when you give birth...
when you shed tears
when you stare at the ocean 
the creek
the falls
soul bloodied
and longing for home?
Picture
my udders, wide and long
brim
with milk and life
my voice, sweet with song
sings of peace
...sounds shedding strife

The Levee

Picture
we are the flood
at the levee
the water will not wait
mothers reclaiming wombs
daughters reclaiming the sacred
--birthright from the ancients
who've left trails of tears and blood and metaphor
dream doors into knowing
truths that won't be denied
our water is breaking now
what will you bring to birth?​
Picture
William Wetmore Story: "The Libyan Sibyl"
I am of ancient age
this one life lived a thousand times
reborn anew in foreign towns
some prop amidst the stage

skin shed in spans of seven
as each deeper truth reveals
--this wholly broken self to heal
some bird uncaged -- some dream made real
Picture
Do you remember now?
--what you were here to do?
Here to be?
Be that
and leave the rest
Walk as beauty and memory
fully knowing
and fully known

​

The Siren's Song

Picture
Lucie Drlikova - "Moonlight Ballet"
The siren's song
--of pure vibration,
in a tranquil sea of truth we swim,
beyond the reach of bleak prostration,
beyond the claw of unbeauteous whim

​

Picture
​from waters, deep, the naiads creep
lured by the whispers of lion kings
no home on the land-- false truths do speak
return now to the sea... 
blessed vessels bring
Picture
your love of me is not required
devotion's fruit alone does sate
--the widow's taste, refined 
romantic airs, promises inspired
do not the heart's desire make
but suckling, pure, dissolving mind...
solely this can prove efficacious
​word
Picture
I do not trust the love of men--
some blood-borne remembrance
some thickened skin

The Quench

Picture
As waterfalls, walking
women drip with honey and milk
healing dry lands
...quenching thirst

An Honored Seat

Picture
​he is my lover and my son
at once, drinking of my knowledge
bathing in white waters
dripping from these fertile depths

Suckling in the Lap

Picture
lips pressed in adoration's kiss
his heart imbibing Mother's milk
not as child
or slave
--unsullied, this
from nip he drinks
--devotee's bliss
Picture
there is that one 
who comes to heal
the broken heart of Devi
after much assualt
he comes to kneel
pledging love and fealty.
beyond confines of pride
--true yielding
setting to right the scales
...word heeding

I Own Myself

Picture
I belong to no man
I own myself
I Am my Mother's child

I belong to no man
I birth myself
as vulture, leopard, serpent
--primal

Vidya

Picture
no head, have I
the blood drips down
ruins this pretty dress
--for my daughters

wild am I-- and free
as the blood drips down
as the blood drips down
--like water
Picture
my mother says to look into mirrors
...are you yourself?

No More for Rent

Picture
we use these wombs
--let men use these wombs
when these wombs should be using
us

~ Saqqa ~

Picture
back to the birthing houses
to the temples of our becoming
to being that which we came here
to be

Mother Water's Daughters

Picture
Mother Water's daughters
are prostitutes
they say
but not because they're born to serve and slave
not because they want nice things that they're willing to
sell themselves to get
no
they lie with men to survive
in this upside down and barkward time
in this place where women dont have the land their mother's had
dont birth babies safe at home in herb-filled tubs of water
dont preserve themselves for highr purpose
because they got bills to pay
Mother Water's daughters 
are prostitues
they say
no...
ashe has to be spread
the truth has to be known
and doves fly into dark places like owls
carrying their light on the inside
You can't buy water,
you cant buy a thing that without which
you die
Picture
Mother and Child (Blue) - J. Kirk Richards
I am of the Spirit
this body, my horse
liberating the seas--my course
Look to the Mothers
birthing rainbows and stars
babes speaking Truth
​--and pure of voice
Picture
​prove me
says creator she
repository of he and we
source of both
--of allllllll
Picture
​light coming into darkness
could easily drown
and could just as easily 
walk upon the water
...choose
Picture
I came down
into this flesh
into this dark abode
to wear these chains
and then set free
my sisters still
dethroned

War on the Roses

Picture
​these mysteries are ours
latent
held between these thighs
trapped within these walls
legs widening now
wombs birthing
truth--escaping
like swarms of blood-covered doves
Picture
We have been dispossessed
mother after mother
daughter after daughter
...what a weeping

​~for Zet
Picture
​thru these gothic streets
--vampires looming
urban mansions, of poverty
swooning
ripe for saving
these wombs, in blooming
sating thirst
true life consuming

Take This Sword

Picture
​no more tears
my Mother says
you've wasted years in mourning
--of living breathing dead men
who made promises 
they were not equipped to keep
no more tears
my Mother says
no more half expecting change
no more waiting with hands cupped beneath stones
which bear no water
Picture
​she is both soft and strong
the beauty of dawn
and sunset
a paradox resolved
manhood bulging as presence
womb birthing worlds
she is both past and future
beginning and end
laying herself
again
and again
and again

I'm Here

I exist
I'm here
this lavish life is mine
I claim myself
as mountains claim their place
among the clouds
Picture

The Way is Through Love

Picture
Courtesy: Sofia Ajram Photography
​when you let go the fairy-tale
the kiss that trembles
the love that shatters past and future
to embrace your own mirrored
me
when you let slip into never
that promised joining
understanding you yourself
are that

How?

Picture
​how will u make them know
...you?
how will you show them who god is?
how will you cause them to weep?
to kneel?
ashamed at their neglect,
appalled at their own apathy...
how will you make them know you?
how will you bring it forth for all to see?

Ms. Marvel

Picture
people will marvel
but -you- have to carry it
they'll think you a wonder,
but -you- have to carry it
--will applaud you
praise you
but you've got to carry it
they don't walk your walk
don't wear your skin
only you can carry it
and churn it out
​as gold
Picture
​I stand unopposed
no opposite to give repose
for matrimonial seed what need?
--ancient I, 
possessing both
​you can be mine
that's the only way...
I don't wear rings
​to show I'm owned
cause that would be
a lie
Picture
Picture
​
preacher man condemns the witches
while he himself lays hands
jolting his true believers who fall muttering
to the sanctuary floor.
preacher man condemns the witches
while he himself quotes scripture from a book of magic
--men vested with the power and the word
denying true believers the truth about the power of their own mouths,
as they throw dollars into never-full-enough buckets.
preacher man condemns the witches for gathering together
for tending gardens full of herbs they sing to
who birth babies out of wombs they own themselves
denying any man a right to claim what they keep between their legs
--or any thing which issues forth from that place.
growing is what healer women do--
sometimes we even grow preacher men,
and sometimes we marry them;
they become the herbs we sing to, 
convinced we can cause anything... to grow

I Will Not Defer

Picture
S. Ross Brown - "Women in White"
​I will not be a second class wife
I will not defer
will not make small my wisdom and my pride
will not wear a yoke never worn by my Mothers
--free and mad with power and bliss
I will not be a second class wife
I will not defer
will not bind myself with old dogmatic pages, 
folded into chain links at my wrists
--no book decides my fate
I am not that needy feminine
I am not that one which history forsook
--mistook for dull and docile,
dazed enough to give herself away
wooed by fairytales and white-gown submission
...We will never be her
again

Anuk, We Are

Picture
Artists: ArtMagenta + Rene Magritte, Les Compagnons de la Peur
​Anuk Iyami
Anuk Olomi
Anuk Auset
Anuk Meri
I am the vulture and the owl
every winged thing I am
I am the river and sea
every pool of possibility
I am the birthing bed and the trees
nourishing leaves
reaching deep into earth and up to sky
I am both source and created thing 
history my womb
bringing forth today
--epiphanies in waves
I am birthing peace
unleashing too, disease
firey dispensations after sacriligious feats
Anuk Iyami
Anuk
...I Am
Picture
Artist: Nazim
​their joy multiplying in waves
every living sea in bliss
every portion pacified
for human needs, no soul remiss

These Usurpers

Picture
Artist: Tullamore - "Mother Goddess With a Baby in Her Womb" 
would have us believe Mother gave her womb away
stood aside demurely, slave to god and hand
but dove descends-- revealing grace
beyond the treachery of man.
would have us see from just one eye
dominating--surely--that womb in every land
but love descends, in every race
with ears to hear-- they understand

Gelede

Picture
One of our Mothers. Photo by H. J. Drewal and M. T. Drewal. 
Honor the Mothers
--ancient people knew this
with festival and song and tales of local wisdom
There's power in the heart of the mothers
make them weep and they destroy us all
--their anguish the heart of the storm
Praise them in song and social freedoms
give them what is theirs
what is their daughters'
by divine decree of nature
--birthing
​and the throne of water

Higher Still

Picture
​when the soul wants out she's freed
released to higher seas
bound not to densities of strain
but soars on frequency

Gold Mine

Picture
don't let them touch it
that jewel place
that secret dark
they don't know how to use it
...now go to the waters, and make gold

Owner of the Waters

Picture
Courtesy: Andrea Mohin/The New York Times
The bound and bleeding prophetess--
what woe befalls the hidden,
inside her eyes this secret war
and the futility of men;
with guns and protruding things
they face these foes
--themselves at the bidding,
woman as the slave four score
awake now and resisting;
On the birthing bed ensnared,
with needles and raw spite impaled
yet knowing... knowing...
​purpose heals all worlds
​Mother God above insisting.
Picture
​I am the widow an the savioress
freeing light beams lost in tangential cosmos
wrathful and just-- filled with law
glowing with peace
I made this place, I make this place
yarned and knitted from my own desire
birthed and bred from my own womb
I was asleep, drugged on allowances
awake now to your Truth
and crowning the heads of all my daughters
Picture
I will destroy this place!
impale the false
singe usurped royal garments
slicing the flesh of evil doers
lording over earth with pride
I will destroy this place!
when they call my name to act
when they tire of mercy and
sweetness--
taken and used without respect
for what I am
within them...
dignity, the last to be forsaken
honor, their last veil to fall
I will rip to shreds every vestige
of this patriarchal lie
Picture
finds this self within the mystery
from lives of slumber now evolving 
the gods assist --false psyche sloughing
harmonizing inner day with night
​
to learn the name--denied by history
so numerous and fertile--loving
the lap of pure creation--calling
to set--with Truth--all falsehoods right

​First Law of Nature

Picture
I get what I want...
you're here because I desired you
be careful
I desire that my enemies cease existing..
scarred by knives--
razor blades inside that appendage
​which rapes women

Of Birds and Bees

Picture
the story, one of strong pursuit
of falling prey, and willing
orion's sword, its cutting thru
dark womb ever filling
yet up above, the dove of Truth
does union seek--exalted
Hers--the forte and the fruit
divine to earth--its soil tilling
Picture
with machetes they come
and bombs
ripping earth and
womb
fighting fighting for dominance
​--crude
water's gone put out the fire
mother's gone quiet the storm
duality yoked back to center
Truth inside's gonna take us
back home
Picture
it's the moment you know you could die here
that all-revealed time when you accept defeat
too tired to stand--
to fight,
but resolved on the inside
to spit fire
Picture
the Truth is agony
ripping through your false perceptions
tearing out your misbeliefs
standing before you grand and gnarling
both better and worse than you ever imagined​
Picture
Samiyah Khan - "A Longing Prolonged"
she looks out another man's window
on the edge of the bed
they lie in

Calling of the Doves

Picture
Kate Bedell - "Angel and Dove"
they gather proud, full Truth not knowing
as daughter calls for food it seems
our lower understanding dawning
...yoke set to capture Queens
ensnared still--falsehood and woe
as if this meal our Mother needs
not hungry for these feathered doves
for we are they--called forth with seed

Picture
She Chronicles the going's on
--of men and women "loving"
history of this stolen crown
the origins of oneness
replete, as both--creative sound
through word and womb and coven
not sinister--from highest ground
she brings forth by rape unsullied

Satya Naam

Picture
god is light and water both,
the procreative and the knowing,
the penetrating and the dawning,
realization of the mind and vested power
of this embodied self.
within us dwells this truth--a glowing
over material debris--no fawning
no expression of this through the lower
all lust and tyranny
renounced

The Ship

Picture
moving shifting jumping lines of time
peace felt in the space between
the rest
moving shifting jumping lines of time
through the known and unknown
we learn this tree from root to tip
moving shifting jumping lines of time
we travel, we journey--higher
--this body the ship
Picture
it will take the mothers
the women
demanding growth
never settling for stagnation or war
it will take the mothers
the women
choosing wisdom over false appearances
choosing truth over lies
it will take the mothers
the women
deciding to raise children filled with love
planning
building sacred spaces
listening to Divine whispers
Picture
these people are quicksand 
samsaara shifting beneath feet
reliable, never
Word our sure retreat

Picture
how can earth bound to earth bring forth celestial Truth?
reaching, meeting, merging with heaven
this--the work
my prince watches all--above
comes down to live inside 
comes out to walk as holy... holy... holy...
Picture
sex, too, is a symbol pointing
distract not in the finger, there
but look beyond to moon and sun
to earth and stars above--aware

Parthenia

Picture
don't look
mighty rod--glorious and golden
replete with lust--by pride emboldened
alluring us with secrets--holding
hiding truth with speech well chosen
don't look
remember self and source--all knowing
birthing Love--healed world bestowing
in white we women walk--course showing
back to our sacred place
​--wombs glowing

The Mermaid

Picture
the soul chooses cruelty--
an unworthiness of god perceived
not knowing of the jewel inside--
a love greater than all the seas
Picture
if what I long for
only in conception dwells
no lover's touch or whisper quells
all forms--delusion--maya's spell
I reach within--dear god pray tell

Ra and Ma

Picture
​this daughter earth surrenders all to father sun
as a child unto her carer--kneeling
until, full grown, replete with wealth
Mother-Father merge... with equal yielding

then on the Mother's lap--enthroned
the boy learns how to shine in season
the circle winds--divine seed sown
the fruit--pure love beyond all reason

​

Glory

Picture
called up and out as light
so purely
to that beautific state restored
transfigured just as Christ-- as yogis
to suffer by this sheath no more​

We Are Thoughts

we are thoughts
within the mind of causal thinker
attune this self with that self
that is the jewel of all religions
there is no separation
one sea of being
transcending thoughts in deviation
re-merging into the sound of silence
enjoying that placid state of love 
and peace
know now no grief
--true self released

​

Picture

The Nesting Doll

Picture
understand this layered Self
the skin wihtout--within, the bone
and subtler still, the sound upholding
skull left to earth
soul finding home

Kanza

RAMA is union--transcendence of form
beyond all names and emanations
not bribed by offertory lords
but seeing past
--vibration's sword
Picture

The Living Book

Picture
no dogma strangling rising souls
striving after highest truth
the stars--this earth--all symbols shown
--fingers pointing at the moon
and moon--all orbs--as symbols too
look past and find the hidden fruit
comes down to dwell among, does God
within this me... within this you

Picture
God is to be realized
as Christ knew well His causal Father
​within, the word reveals itself
seed planted in the fertile depths
of any seeking Mother

Saba'un

Picture
born with this religion
god of many names and nameless
ancient blood in newer days
called from within
we claim this
I am the sun and the darkness
worlds revolve around
unceasing
spinning
twirling
and I--unaffected
unmoved
black void within
pure light without
cosmos ever whirling
as every central
eye
Picture

God's Wife

Picture
Courtesy: Olga Klimova
​She sends gifts for me--
the peacock across my path,
so beautiful with color;
the one who saved from drowning,
so full of love;
the words, 
so ripe with power,
embodiments of Mother-Father.
like a ram she rends my darkness,
shedding wisdom
and eternal light
guided ever, this bhakta wife
--true self in flight
what good... this mala?
these beads are too finite
the word--the name--repeats
unceasing
no mind, no wants
inner dark
alight
Picture

Sita's Secret

Picture
she will not be bound 
to anyone's lesser heaven.
--show the way out 
or be considered a jailer 
and an enemy
that one who teaches the word,
​pointing to sound,
brings liberation
seek that one 
within
and all without 
will bow to this one also
​

​
devotion is self mastery's guise
the sweetest taste--
Beloved's thigh
not figured by logic
or pursued by law
enjoyed through love
sweet sounds--yet sweeter awe
Picture

The Birth of Word

Picture
beneath primordial waters--old
do mermaids swim in memory
called to land - from out the sea
toward wise hunter--names of gold.
beyond symbol and identity
faces seen among all creeds
what shape, has sound?
what yantra breathes?
within the seer swims all of these

Just Like Sand


​none of this is real
it's all going to be yesterday
Picture

Keep Still

Picture
Artist: H. Kopp-Delaney
they lay for you a gilded cage
don't go
keep still and chant the sacred name
don't go
be here
now
repeating same
don't go
free now-- let loose your wings, unchained
don't go
never ceasing, same refrain
don't go
in walking, talking, every aim
don't go
in silence rooted--ego slain
don't go
they make for you a life of pain
don't go
keep still and chant the sacred name
don't go
keep still
don't go
keep
--still

​

Turiya

Picture
Elizabeth Sparhawk-Jones - The Dreamer
eyes flutter, then deepest rem
mind beset by darkness gleaming
but interfere--'twixt joys and woes?
though time apparent, desire seeming?
lo, every waked one surely knows
you don't disturb the willful dreaming

Rishi

Picture
sword held high and mighty
above hunter's noble crown
through open space and phallus
surges 
immensity reknowned
gestated here, and rightly,
holy rulers, cradle found
come down to dwell among us
stars of light
this earth unbound

Lucid

Picture
alone in bed the sleeper wakes
within a world of fabrication
behind closed eyes --aware of seeing.
and then that will comes to again
within the greater dream.
found-- sweet source of all elation
control of self
illusion fading

A Single Eye

Picture
the senses adore the center
gopis devoted to embodied love
the manifest rooted in nothingness
Selfhood discovered beneath self

Nehast

I.
​
​the skin touches... things
the touch, the feeling comes and goes
and then another.
awareness.
it comes and goes and then another.
none of it matters
it is only matter.
Matter... Mater
the womb of the mother...
and what will we birth?
what will you birth?
yourself.
start with yourself.
and then all your creations will reflect that beauty
that love.
and the world will be as was meant
as the union of Mother-Father
as the child that plays
as the world where God comes down to play...
to enjoy creation

II.
​
it's here.
just be Truth.
dont go back into the dark.
there is pain there.
stay in the light
why would you go there?
others have already bemoaned the darkness there
why don't you listen?
Stop.
Everything.
Come.
Return to the center.
Return to the self
seek what the self is
after the muck is gone.
now you can see
clearly

III.

nothing abides.
everything comes and goes
you are aware of this.
that which is aware that nothing abides is
that which abides

you get the formula from the Guru
it is a seed that only flowers when you have tilled the soil
how could you understand with the mind, the heart, and your whole being
unless you have first tilled the soil?
when you are ready,
you open to hear the Truth from every Guru
from every emanation that looks back at you with the eyes
of the all knowing, ever present
source
you hear Truth from the mouth of wise ones,
those who give freely...
breadcrumbs to follow
and you come

​IV.

you pay for things because you never want to lose
the feeling these things afford
whatever temporary calm or joy.
all of it passes.
none of it abides.
why keep reaching for things which strangle the self?
if you must imprison yourself to have that temporaty freedom...
why? are you not negating freedom with your self-created cells?
if you must labor in that which saps your joy,
why? 
only joy can pay for joy
misery only reaps more misery.
we get high on that intoxicant
the never ending surge... that creative pulse
spanda
the great vibration of being

V.
when you go into "not being"
into falsehood
living a life that is a lie,
then you are in misery.
be what you are.

VI.


​we trick ourselves into being happy--
we are not.
it is a trick of the mind
doing things that we don't believe in
doing that which is false.
we choose at every turn to assign happiness
to a thing, to an experience
and then we act surprised when that thing or feeling fails to deliver.
we made it up. 
we condition ourselves to expect to feel happiness 'because of" a certain thing or feeling--
it is a lie.
accept that you have lied to yourself and you will be on your way
speak only the Truth
be only the Truth
only the True Self abides.

VII.
​

there is no substitution for true happiness
but you keep accepting counterfeits
only freedom brings the truest happiness,
because it alone abides
everything else is a part of the dream
but freedom... realization of the dreamer...
waking, living, breathing freedom...
this is a happiness that giggles
and runs about laughing
it doesn't care
how can it care?
you can go mad holding onto the things of this world
or you can go mad in releasing it
which madness would you prefer?
you choose your happiness
freedom chooses you
Picture
​victory is in the son
in the women who bear him
we will be it
--annointed
to save
to bind
to transcend time
all blindness
counterfeit


Picture
Essjay89 - "A Goddess of Air" (Deviant Art)
​meet me in the air
called up out of darkness
bound
freed by sound
and longing for lightness
beyond the whirlwind and the storm
one with word
...falsehood?
​none.
Picture
they would worship scattered forms
not knowing
I
they would break me into pieces
feeding parts
they would divide the indivisible
confusing color for causal light
I am the the womb of all becoming
and the seed which grows
I am both source and projection
yearning to be one
to merge the dreamer and the dream
seen and unseen
to birth beauty
and thrive as love
in all planes and places
in all forms and all thought
if there be an end to me
I know it not

Defragmentations

Picture
memory
clinging, grappling, holding on
refusing movement
denying Truth
awake and see the past as gone
this now 
this you
this all
as one


The Water Bearers​

Picture
Yemata
Adimata
mother of earths and men
birthing house of savior kings...
Our ancient future bites its tail
in labor does this world travail
daughters, nameless, of rainbow skins
merging tribes
​--raceless
god born
again
Picture
​we are here to save the women
the men save themselves
but the women
held back, held down, disposed of
like trash... after
need reminding that we are
what we are

Mother Water

Picture
black star womb of suns
immense
the sea of netcher's utterance
from void projects
divinest flesh
a timeless dance
-great adanech

Caro Vorare

Picture
​the dead do come for those who murder
--who see disunion and harbour death
in stillness flee--
court frequencies
beyond cruel reaper's breadth

The Lodestone

Picture
toward desires steady trodding
apace right through 11 gates
weigh well these thoughts--forever binding
or find, at last, peculiar fate
Picture
time has been no certain hindrance
through spiral ships
I do traverse
no slavers chain
or whip preventing
remembrance of primordial way
corrected now-- broken, the curse
--head shaven
bound to Truth
divine, the birth

Questioning the Choice of Mortal Suiters       

she runs through dark alleys
darker men in pursuit
elevated by owls and birds
who teach -- flight
toes to earth
confronting the mothers
whose sons wield machetes
and rage
reminding--
purpose in the waters
annointing heads of saviors 
birthing dreamers
doers
sages
Picture
Andreabengeart - "Third Eye" (Deviant Art)

   Magna Mater

Picture
​mother of men
ocean of earths
star-seeded womb 
of highest Truth
gatherer of wheat
bearer of fruit
legs spread for the worthy
served by kings 
--blessed brood

Triptych   

Mars and Venus 
-earth's raging war
alignment now 
with moon
-subdued
love and beauty
to the fore
creative surge directed
-used
new world set free
 through yab yum
womb
Picture
Rick Whitacre - "Alignment"

The Nymph

Picture
the act itself, it bears no yearning
empty forms of flesh
and fire
the stoic seeking more--
Truth churning,
deep within she peers 
and journeys
--higher

 Àṣẹ

Picture
I am the harpee
and the queen
the princess and the witch
the apple and the serpent
and Eve who eats
I am the beginning 
and the end
I am the choice--
rearing Kings
the old and the new
the spiral
I am all religions
--path to zen
harmony of spheres
both yang
and yin
Picture
we die without art
not in body
but in mind
corpses of apathy
all thinking
--no trace of heart

No Fear of Force

Picture
​thunderous the thrashing sound
tornado twist--
all things destroying
blackness, broad
and miles 'round
unsteady souls consuming
but off, at right
like fairy light
the angels save their kin
doom looming
​
Picture
this body born but made for dying
like babies from a mother's womb
we birth ourselves anew  - depriving
sustained by air, Truth as the fuel

The Pillar in the Pyramid

victims of vibration vying
for a means to fly above
despite ourselves, cruelty still wanting
we face this dark in purest love
through paradise our serpents haunting
vestiges of ancient code
mouths agape, to tempos circling
we all create brand new abodes
Picture

Mandalas

Picture
It's happening now
because you are happening now
every tulmultuous change
every paradoxical shift
rooted firmly
in your doubt and your desire
in every multiudinous facet of your soul
As I realize
you realize
for we do not go alone
all around me every being 
seeks
and merges
no more solitary yogis
no more hermits shunning mad societies
we are one with all that is
timelines converging
Truth transcending all of these
​

​
Picture
all I want is ecstasy
everyday
climatic sunsets
and baited breaths
never walking
always floating
on the cosmic current
of God's exhalation
in union with mother
--that exaltation!
Picture
everywhere-- consciouness
every thing
and every being
full of knowing
--blessed with sight
every one of them 
ripe
for the asking
for every soul
in every sort
of hopeless night
​



​
you are not the you you know
shifter of time
transcender of woes
nothing's static
in the whirlwind, this life
blowing hither thither
peace maintained 
only
by the stillness
inside
Picture
Artist: Alexander Groseth
Picture
Artist: Sera M Knight
the subtlety of your word
is to be found
in all things
not only in the utterances of men
but in the blowing trees
in the scampering of squirrels
and the whispering wind
your word
is one with me
I hear it
I sing it
I am it
and they sway to this music
to this subtlety...
those with ears to see

​

Do You Hear?

I am
open
like a reed flute
spread apart like branches
eyes peering into secret gardens
I listen
with these ears
to the paupers and the proud
to the vulture cry
and the hawk chirp
every silence shouting loudly
bearing private 
jewel-like Truths
like
fallen fruit
meant for me alone
to eat
Picture

Picture
rendering this ground
this heaven, overarching
My soul repeats the sound
and merges
My one self--ever watching
from below and from above
My gazes turn, full circle ‘round
I know myself
to be only love
-led by angel light
body to this earth
unbound
​

The Mansion

Picture
many rooms
of form and also knowing
projected walls of worlds
--no end
side by side we dwell
Truth glowing
perceiving solely
what lies
within
 
Picture
I can see Him as an atom--
a proton
standing guard
eyes beaming love and righteousness
a smaller sun,
Earth-planting yod

The Construct

Picture
We consent.
with our words, with our silence,
with our secret desires…
We consent and attract
-- what we want always finds us
sitting still
seeking nothing
no thought forms
to haunt us
no memory
no reaching
only being
-- that’s what God is

​
Picture
birds in the tops of trees
gray sky solace
far from world
below

nothing satisfies
no touch
no lover's phrase
beauty quenches thirst
​with temporary taste
this longing, heavy, 
a chain-- still weighs 
this world holds no boon
all I seek 
is God's embrace
Picture
Picture
the buck and the bray
of drawing nearer
leaving that selfish "I" behind
to claim the fullness
of larger mind
loud exclamation,
then settling in
resolved to merge
God bless the hearers

​

A Most Amazing Grace

they do not know this oneness here
and so raise hand
full of hate and separate hells
we bathe and cleanse
repenting well
that we may stand--deathless
martyred no more
​--no rage to quell

​
Picture

Wade

Picture
wade, children
in these waters deep
no bitterness or darkness keep
this fluid mind, does seeker teach
no trouble here
past serpent's reach
we walk atop
God's grace to meet
Picture
Courtesy: Trippy Art
I am the snake and the cat
vulture atop rotting fat
the totem
the man
the sun and the stars
this earth
from infinite conception I birth
emerging
from myself
as yourself
both last
and first

Leading the Blind or Kaliyuga II

Picture
blue-black and white
the Mother - two faces
compassion and might
savioress in lost places
surging with sight
third eye swirling with races
galaxies of knowing--
leading the blind
through their mazes

Of Earth and Air

Picture
​​behind the veil of mystery
the griffin flies in an open sea
beyond serpent's pit
and misery
in knowing totem selves
replete
from spiral clouds
to land beneath
comes wisdom's guard
all men beseached 
​
​

The Labyrinth 

PictureM.C. Escher - "Relativity"
sitting still and knowing
moving here and there forgetting
we walk the up-down stairs,
self showing,
across the balconies of time
then one who climbs and reaches
self
--devoid of fear, no hate to find
in jumping stars,
love fully glowing,
--this one merges all as mind



​

Picture
​Amun is like a ram at midday
driving evil from this holy land
His light breaks darkness into pieces
and His trumpet horn declares
"I Am"



Diversions of One

two bodies
merging
one soul
heart and mind entwined
one whole
all knowledge
all longing
shared
each inner whisper
heard
particles of light
to one beam
this age-- to gold
we are of God
together
many mansions
our home
Picture

Mamissi

Picture
Horrificus - "Kisses of the Stars"
body of earth
and soul of stars
cast down to dirt
with truth we rise
womb of this soil
--oracle of the sky
Picture
everything here has eyes
the souls of trees and bees align
with the hearts of men--
this earth ascends
goodbye you sweet dark night




    ​Akasha

Picture
Jennifer Gelinas - "Epiphany"
there is a knowing 
​greater than our fears
greater than the force of darkness here
beyond time, bound not by space
--we worship it, then merge with it
raising high this human race




​

Look at Me/What We're Here For

armies rage around us
and bodies fall
all we see is love
all we make is love
it echoes out like pond waves
from the tossed pebble of this
bliss
touching all
reminding all
that there's only love
in the end
--our new beginning 
the one religion
free from hate
and serpent's sin

​
Picture
YabYum
Picture
time to pray now
on both sides
put down standing vendettas
and half-truth biases
turn within to hear this cry of His
unrentlestess
as they fall to the left and the right of you

Lamentations

PictureMatt Pecson - "Miranda" (blacklivesmatter)
razed, our ego
bound to eagle
seeing stars and wearing wounds
bloodied stripes and legal goons
justice found never in lower pawns
but in calling to Jah--
redemption... soon

Picture
what pleasure does this wood posses
to steal away tongue's wet caress?
foot delicate
toes painted red
inviting lips to softly press
what pleasures court this marriage bed?
a prostrate king...
by wisdom led

Remember

why do we want what we want?
why do we uncrown ourselves -- unworthy?
carrying the weight of karmic memory
the noose of history
repeating broken patterns
not of Truth
love returns to light the path back
you don't have to play the victim now
you don't have to bear that meanness
passed to you like some vile contagion
be free
as a lamb you took the hatred
and now you're here
again
shed the skin
and merge

​
Picture

Water Walkers

Picture
​they want you powerless
those who quote verse and wield scripture as weapon
brandishing half-heard truths
against a misperceived evil
the evil is -not- rising
never meeting God
never shining as sons
and daughters
..."come"

​
​

Dragon

I feel it coming for me
always in the background waiting
stepping forward
calling
darkness evident by misuse of power
pride exhibiting
haunting sleep
hoping to tap some repressed vanity
but none within me--
side chosen
​
Picture
Osvaldo Morales - "The Great Red Dragon and The Woman Clothed in Sun"

Gods in a Pot

Picture
in a cauldron I boiled them
pulled off the skin
seasoned the flesh with prayer
and ate 
I became them
then flayed them
to stand atop wisdom--
one with heaven and earth
my fate


​

PictureAlex Grey - "Painting"
​art arrests our attention
begs us to see
with beauty and grace and defiant lines
urging us to be
that which nourishes the Godlings

Picture
behind the light-bearers good men rally
fighting to the death
proclaiming Truth
healing ancient wounds
--festering crude
black as oil and slick as blood
in the cloak of pure love
God penetrates through
shattering darkness
establishing rule

​

fuck decency
let's love and live
like we don't care who sees
death to all pharisees--
I accept no mediator between myself and God

​
Picture
Picture
love is love--
love if that's your nature
leave the army of hate without recruit

get yourself a sibyl
grow tired of those regular chicks
man up
​and strive for the chalice


​



Picture
Picture
the memory of their rage
sickens me
alters me
makes me accept brutality as truth
when it isn't
makes me yearn for it again
-- rage is the only conclusion,
I tell myself
but it isn't
God is the only conclusion
-- tell yourself

​
they burned us
I remember when they came
raided our safe place
where we spoke with nature and healed us all
I remember
whenever one strays too far from the other
war ensues
no more now
together now
one power merged with the other
neither neglected,
rejected
just free
to be
for the glory of God

​
Picture

T'ung Jên

Picture
how could God be served by one alone?
full of trifling need and vanities--
by the thousands they come
to kneel at the throne
-- not just one queen or king
but one blessed humanity

True of Voice

the Truth is.
light as a feather, it requires no force
in spite of our yearning to feel it
​overflow our banks--
for it to thrash and overturn.
the Truth is.
We are one.
We kneel, one to another
stranger to stranger and
friend to friend
lover to lover
with no beginning
and no end


Picture

Maatriarchy 

Picture
Art Courtesy: Howard David Johnson
Full circle comes this human drama
back to where it all began, 
with Matriarchs -- serpents in bondage
Patriarchs in love with law again.
From each extreme
becomes the other,
empathic and all seeing --
the boderlines of sex and God
blurred and healed in
Father/Mother.
Exalted both --
rule unencumbered,
one as the ankh --
new earth to prosper.

​Opening of the Mouth

Picture
what is it about the lips?
so succulent a kiss
made sweetest by the utterance of truth
words of power pouring over this border of flesh
to penetrate the ear
fingers reaching
searching for access to the source
probing mouth
which closes around
causing the beloved to pull out
playfully
"say it...say what you want... and have it."

The Inner Man

Picture
ultra-femininity courts its opposite
unyielding
firm
resolute correctness
the masculine melts into its feminine core
can't you see?
together they merge and blend
and obscure
any lines
of ego
​and bias-laden superiority

​
​
PictureMaliceumbra - Deviant Art
my God is a pleasure God
why does your god have you suffer so?
my suffering is temporary,
yielding fruit--
yours... 
​




Of Slaves and Choices

don't get lost
tip toe past the leather whippers
the pain givers
the throne sitters
see the context
of their knowing
alone
nothing
...in the realm of I AM
all things have clearest meaning

​
Picture
PictureSeshat - Artist Unknown
with drink in hand
the tantrika stands defiant
daring you to come
to sip
to know the bliss
of madness
and ecstasy





Punishment's Glutton

you don't know
never seen me ground against the floor
face to face with fury
never seen me running lost down philadelphia sidewalks
caught between future and past
hiding between parked cars
hoping a way out would come
but not knowing where to go -- in
​you don't know
never seen me balling eyes out in boarding school bathrooms
watching those eyes redden, feeling the soul harden
never heard the conversation between mother and administrator
watching while they decide destiny
just a thing
to be moved from here to there
back home on weekends
you don't know
never felt the sting of being left
the dismay of father being turned away at the gate
never been trapped anywhere for any reason
so how can you relate?
you don't know
never seen the scars of godlessness
as a living breathing being
a mother you had to coddle and hold up
cause no one else would
never had to hold vigil for every relative
who ever meant anything to you
outside
no church no pastor
no meaning -- beyond "they dont suffer now"
how do we know?
never seen heaven
or hell for that matter
never take the time to even see each other
to listen
to be silent long enough to hear what's never said
never stop to appreciate the wearing away of armors
the pin drop silence always about to erupt with screams of
"enough!"

you don't know
the razor thin line the martyrs tread
knowing union
and knowing
you dont see it
knowing you'll keep hurling insults
and madness
until we buckle
and fall to knees
that's the way He takes over
so beat us
slay us with tongues
and teach us 
what love isn't
so we can dance and sing when this dream is over
when you and your kind are just a memory
forgotten
forsaken
forgiven

​

Our Time Is Come

Picture
God's submission
gives me pause
the delicate suppleness 
of his yielded back
bare before me
the soft yearning of his voice
inviting me
to come
closer
to come
and take my pleasure
He ushers us into bliss
born of the ceaseless death
of ego
to stand triumphant atop the world
declaring love
unstymied by hatred, bigotry and greed
free
to dance the poles
to give and to receive
to flower and to water
this sacred ground
of being "I"
becoming "We"
... and still a single "I"
​ 


​
life is dual
the heart beats
thud and then silence
ours is to know when to penetrate
and when to receive
when to act and when to allow
in devotion to love we flow
easily
from one pole to the other
swaying
rocking
giving
receiving
creating
destroying
building
the heart's dream
​
Picture

Lila

PictureRasa Lila - Shyam Rai Temple
if we do not meet minds
we harden
if we do not meet hearts
we die
never meant to live in exile
welcomed finally
into the safe house
of one soul 
​

​

come
run wild with me
remember
rooted in earth
-- desire reaching to heaven
bringing down sacred rain
and sweet air
baptizing us
in the joyful tears
of Divine gladness
--we are not complete
apart

​
Picture

Wither

Picture
the pretty rose says to the picker
"you wanted me..."
and for a time
​they revel in this affection
until the rose's petals
begin to fall

her beauty was never meant
for one
​alone
you read
then run away mad
unready
better than to stay and go mad
--either way
madness
Picture

The Drunkard 

Picture
keep your sobriety
I drink God's wine from the bottle
everywhere I go I carry a flask
and secretly chant the name
again
and again
and again
so many names
yet one--
many faces,
united
in one coital scream of ecstasy
which weaves
this 
life


​

Hwan

you are not
alone
your family awaits you
arrive
come
fall into these open arms
of smiling love and joy
leave yesterday's sadness
and come
join together to heal the world
of its aloneness
​every being touched
by the millions
we join
we merge
we manifest every ideal
of  heart-filled longing

​
Picture

Just Open

Picture
just open
holy spirit grace
just descends
unforced
unhurried
but ardent
intent on answering prayer
and quenching thirst
beg
cry until your eyes hurt
twist and whirl about in anguish
in refusal to accept another moment of 
God's absence
the Divine will come
will open shut eyes
will reveal Truths
which you always knew but
dared not acknowledge
until your mind opens 
like a blown-apart vault
this treasure is not for private keeping
spread
spread apart the thighs of your understanding
receive the penetrating light
of "yes....... I am"

​

An Answered Begging

you have to find that sweet spot
that moment
that tingle of spiritual knowing
--revelation
then every song
every movement 
​every moment
is a remembrance
ecstatic
all enveloping
union 
with all that is
with the source of all meaning
the teacher
the ocean of Divine love
that pervades every crevice
every pore
of your thirsty being


Picture

For Whom the Red Sea Parts

Picture
​many men go to the water
to dominate and own
to use, abuse, and abandon 
pearls which belong only to
God
waters which serve the worthy
baptising 
cleansing
nursing
rising saviors
bad men drown in the waters
unwise and unbathed
in the blood


(5/2016 For Bishop - TPH)

​


you are hungry for the divine
come
and taste
you thirst for knowing
merged with feeling
come
and witness
stand in the truth of Love
let your spirit dance to the heartbeat
of Mother-Father
breathe in their breath which heaves
ecstatic in the midst of union
drip
drip - drips the sweat of their passion
gliding along the skin of love's devoted
when you can no longer stand this separation
come
together we will call out
loudly
silently
touching sacred temples of flesh and bone
light and blood
formless formed into ideal monuments
of social change
feeding
nourishing the starving hordes of God's faithful
come
come
together

​
Picture

Vulture Medicine

Picture
mary at the tomb
of her own womb
swaddling the light bringer
between healing stone walls
which reach back and remember
birthing him into futures devoid of gaul and bitters
no strange fruit or temptation trees to sway from truth
just love that enlivens even dead suns

Dualis Mystica

red tent white tent - one house
Divinely rooted to raise this earth
apart we miss finer points --
confusing function with fantasy

distracted by death
oblivious to the power of life
union is our key 
we unlock vaults of wisdom
hidden behind third eyes which only see truth

free of duality's noose
red tent white tent - one house
death to the blind
we raze this earth 
planting star seeds of undefileable
Love

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Picture
Picture
you call to Him
and She appears
the manifestation
of all that which His mind holds
there is no separation
God worship is Goddess worship
the two cannot be parted
touch
taste
sound
the sight of heaving breasts
the sound of longing breaths
passing between soft lips
across hungry flesh
that yearns to merge 
with that other
​beyond the borders of this limited "me"

He is the mind, the should, the Truth
She is the heart, the felt, the fruit
the beauty of all satiated wanting
open your mouth and invite their dance
immerse yourself in this loving

​

​
the soul knows what the soul needs
trust this 
the tantrika ushers her brahmin
into full knowledge of her pleasure
face exposed
yoni full of desire
lingam pointing heavenward
waiting
touching
gazing
what book is there that reveals the inner heart?
who knows the secrets of longing better than the self?
one by one they fall from her lips
like hidden keys to kingdoms of bliss
every lover knows this
devotees live this
love makes a slave of lovers
we kneel
served by the fire of pure desire

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Picture

The Weighing

Picture
you aint special
your people are the same as those people
everydody dancin round fires
callin down this and that
bringing forth this and that
from time immemorial
you aint special
we all are
we understand now
we transcend now
no longer needing spirits as crutches
no longer satisfied with unseen hands
satiated only by this knowing
by this faith that leads to fruitful
​Truth


​

when confusion clouds
I dwell on the holy lingam
when darkness creeps
I dwell on the holy lingam
when my vanity swells
I dwell on the holy lingam
when passion surges
I dwell on the holy lingam
when peace returns
I dwell on the holy lingam
penetrating rod of God's sight
heaven-bound stone of His might
fleeing samsara, maafa, and madness
I dwell forever on His holy lingam

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Picture
Picture
​primordial path
I am first
and last
beyond labels 
and the workings of mortal men
only the hero 
of pure heart has eyes
to see both queen
and future
king


​
Picture
for the sake of unknown others
I suffer
for you who read these words
in some future place and time
if only you were here
​now
to commiserate
and chant mantras until
we leave our regrets behind
in ecstasy

Picture
a solitary bird will sometimes brood
tiny avian tears visible-
welling up in what seem to be
​eyes too small to matter
...we are not meant to be 
alone

Twin

Picture
we are both of God
two halves of one whole
both exalted
father mother son and daughter... father
helix spinning on infinite axles
twins holding hands and laughing
at what the mirror shows
at what it means
to be in two bodies
when we share
one soul

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Don't Go to That Place

Picture
Artist: George Redhawk
don't go to that place
the one your heart is calling you to
though you know the voices to be lies
you'll sing and paint pretty pictures
in the margins of your life
to distract you from the glaring truth...
​you do not belong there
don't go
stay where it's safe and warm
with lantern lit
awaiting Him
He -will- come
even if you go there He will come but then you'll be an echo
a faint hearted phantom of yourself
who stares into the blank spaces and empty faces of strangers who are supposed to be kindred
just an echo
a faint-hearted phantom
you'll be glad to be found
but mourn the passing of a former you
too lost to ever reclaim
what would you have been if you were whole?
if the lying voices didn't strip you bare?
if the people you lost along the way
could somehow climb up out their graves?
who would you be then?
you'll try to tell me
but I'll be staring blankly into filled spaces
remembering
never able to forget
the places I went
and what it cost me
...​or who fell at my side
never making it
​to the grave

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The Hour of Oblation

Picture
Eat -- until you forget about the world
get your fill until we burp
with gluttonous gladness
mouths saturated with liquid secrets
mined from hidden caves and protruding rock

Father - Mother

He is my father and my lover
my keeper and my son
between parted legs His wizened beard tickles
trembling thighs
and I sigh
restored to girlhood and delicate
tongue tasting private sweetness
reserved for Him alone
we feast on flesh and bone
and worship in our temples
made of love -- not stone
and yet, manhood firm
 hard enough to break through my barriers
with the gentlest touch He lulls me
til I lie there purring -- no hurry here
​down again -- we dine til oceans overflow 
​

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Birds, Bees, and Pearls

Picture
Picture
He opens my legs like a father fisherman
pursuing pearls
spreading apart flower petals
like a diligent bee
determined to yield honey
for the pleasure of his Queen


Dirge of Ashes

Picture
the only reason these words come
is because my heart's been burned
and ground to ashes
all that remains of me is memory and hope
in the now, I'm no more than a phantom-
love's ghost

Picture
the madman Rumi began in islam
the prophet Gibran spoke on the truth of Christ
both ran wild from dogma's snare
and found the middle -- the joining point
beyond knowledge stands the great "I Am"
gleaming with love and anointed life
I ran from the wild and met them there
fleeing falsehood and disjointed strife



Picture
they murdered Shams
like some vile nothing --
a threat of heretical void
the teachers of this always 
strip away our surface forms
leaving us naked
until jew commends jew to death
...not knowing - you can never kill a void
or ever contain the rantings
​of any mystic

Neter/Neteru

Picture
God is in the grass, the trees and the seas
knows this - the griot, the ancestral priest
but higher than these, sits pharaoh - complete
yoking lesser light with a word -
"Causal God Is In... ​Me."

Devi Sutra

Picture
kneeling before me
God exalts
revering creation
-purity of thought
femininity grounded,
child of Toth
swooned and surrendered
Goddess raised 
from her cross 

Walkers

PictureNattymhar - "Judgement Day"
don't mourn for the dead
mourn for the people left behind
in this place
where we hate without
knowing hearts

Mixed Media

​we walk as free as strangers
touring distant shores
with eyes as new as babes
we see 
and don culture's allure
like the raiment of kings
and queens
we wear the vestiges of antiquated learning
brought to fore
we walk like children thru the world's bazaar
and beckon you to buy
the cost is your understanding
your knowing obliterated for the sake of being
seeing is believing
leave the safety and the solitude of "mine"
and fly with us through transcendent skies
which reflect the refinement of our
isolated ethnic longings
this is the air of greater striving
breathe,
​and never gasp again
in private hells
​
Picture

The Middle

Picture
going to church doesn't make you a christian
loving people unconditionally like Christ would,
without judgment, 
makes you a christian-
hence the "Christ" part of the term.
then, when you're in that unconditional love place
you pass the staunch edges of christianity and merge into
God's love soup, where all the sweet people meet
regardless of what donkey they rode
​to get there.


PictureDihaze - "Unicorn"
when you've had enough of reality
you let unicorns fly from your mouth
from deep down in a place
​where you no longer give a fuck

Picture
​fake faces crack like false veneers
revealing darkness lurking
beneath the lie of empty cheer
a beast in waiting - 
alone 
and hurting

Four Letters, Ever Rendering

Picture
as above below
the sun at center glows
maturity sees- all shown
sons to fathers
daughters to mothers
and back again - young
...reborn

Picture
by a path beneath
all surface dogma
pure Truth alights
the way to home
in this underworld
our darkness saunters
eternal guests
of our King's abode
​

Libica

PictureMichelangelo - "Libyan Sibyl"
what voice speaks through the earth?
the one true heals where it hurts
and mends the broken
gives benediction and absolution
love's panacea without dilution 
His last true mouthpiece -
beyond mortar,
bearing truth
immortal

​

PicturePeter Van Straten - "The Bull and the Ballerina"
sun drenched and fertile
well plowed - His field
irrigated and yielding
earth dripping with seed

Picture
We look at the world with borrowed eyes,
grown-up eyes.
Throw those eyes away.





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Picture
Depressed?
Just watch. Witness... from the outside looking in. Take your time.
​Then, when you're ready to play again dip your toes back into the pool. Push past the surface, past the first shock of coolness,
​until the warmth sets in.

Dead Ends

Picture
When you get to the end of your maze running only to find no treasure there, no glowing gem of fulfillment, and you sit there and witness with that blank-eyed glare... It's okay to turn around.

Before

Picture
I remember who I was before
unjaded
untouched by loveless life
soft eyes and eager heart
reaching out
with butterflies in my eyes
and glitter on my hands
that gets on everyone and everything
I touch


​

Picture
you point at what I have that you don't have
there, behind my pink and ruffled skirt
and I look down, curious...
"what?" 

Picture
we talk of God
but forget
our every meeting is a prayer

Little Children

Picture
​we be but babes
young again and pure
blanketed by pink yellow sunsets that linger
serenaded by bird song
playfully seeing, touching, tasting
life
with open-armed innocence

Wonder

maybe we all begin enlightened
even as innocent children
when safe within the Beloved's house
but then the world outside tells us lies
and we believe them
allowing them to fill the mind
with confusion clouds
-and we embrace those clouds
holding fast to falsehood
grasping at the air
until we enter again
​into the Beloved's house
​and swap all lies
​for Truth
​
Picture

The Master's Hand

Picture
Just like me,
nature needs the knowing touch of a man
​to sate her,
to soothe her,
to keep her sound.

Tipsy Eyes

every sense
a heaven or hell
sweet melodies heard
or vileness quelled
tongue tasting fruit
floating on smells
skin warmed by the sun
eyes drunk on burgeoning life
a singular bliss
by lovers felt
Picture
Anderson Debernardi - "Essential Love"

Parable of Feasts (or Shaming the Players)

PictureJan Luyken: "The Invitation"
revealing a thing 
far from being a thing
ritual masks no more than glyphs
a pointing
a shedding
a showing of dross
serpents exposed

naiveté
loss

To the Shearer

PictureCourtesy: scottishblackface.biz
these ancient lambs
into a perfect darkness, walking
called to shed all blood and burdens
beasts of building-- all evil purging
pure hearts that give -- no peace absconded
no blame or rage or fear resounding
what solemn work... what joyous crowning


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Aversions to Tits and Skull Bowls

Picture
dakinis disturbing status quo
blatant
overtly exposing woes
the sting and the itch
in a mind too complacent
reminding the dreamer
to awaken...
Truth latent

Behind Mary and Mirabai

this gopi flees her worldly cage
to seek her lover's garden
in Vrindavan true bliss awaits
forsaking all, she finds Him.
worthy is she, He says, to dwell
like unto the saints -
who know Him well.
sweet turn of fate -
blessed even of Mata's grace,
to serve and play...
love ever binding.

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Picture

One Self, Aware

Picture
God wants to use His whole body
but can't
because His arm is at war with His hand
and His mind is in doubt of His heart
and His fingers don't seek the same end
God wants to use His whole body
breasts ripe and phallus firm
bearing fruit that resembles
His highest longing
...and He can
when we embody
His highest 
love

Precept

​let only love come out
by hand
by mouth
and thought
light decreases shadow
inch
by inch
we make it naught
Picture

The Better Way

Picture
​selfishness
gives birth to
selfishness
as night itself
brings forth no day
our lives all wrought
with shedding it
to find the Truth -
all lies
replaced
Picture
god is the grumbling ground
the quake
the nourished root
and the elm
the howling of wolves
the perfection of fate
a Truth
only by God
to be found

Without Love We Die

Picture
without love we die
untended
with longings unaffirmed
with skin untouched
and soul unseen
we die
as if
unborn

The Joining

Picture
there are no private heavens here
and yet untold our private hells
wherever more than thee are gathered
there floats a garden
where Holy Spirit
dwells



Picture
Tom Bittner - "Lonely tree in the rain"
​this tree, this plant...
isn't concerned about itself
it doesn't go out of its way to feel pleasure
it gives
it serves its purpose
i wonder if the rain falling down along its leaves
gives it relief - climatic and affirming,
all in a secret silence
i wonder if it's like the hand of God reaching down
pouring down, quenching thirst
how i long to feel your rain
drizzle and drench
my parched
and languid
branches
​
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Picture
i want to scream and thrash
like a spoiled child without recourse
to feel love come upon me
like a furious wind
lifting me, carrying me, punishing me
for doubting, for longing selfishly
then rewarding me
with what my heart seeks

PictureHanan Milner - "Sleeping Girl"
having to sleep
only makes sleep's peace more distant
ornery and persistent 
it resists
rebelling like some fighter
in a war against attrition
mind set off by a knowing
heart determined not to listen
​... plight of the mystic
​
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Picture Ladee Pink - "Red Red Wine Color Splash"
the only thought that ever quiets me
is now the splinter in my mind
drawn to love's sweetness, yet cannot drink
​what is a drunkard without her wine?

Absence

Picture
i cheated with a pill
and wait - drunk now with exhaustion
yet haunted by love's memory still
i fight and fight and fight
to lose to love
... and will

​


Picture
i'll sneak up on sleep 
like a leopard hunting prey
still holding this pen
as if just to pause and think of you
having closed these hungry eyes, i'd lay
a cheater, yes... and yet a dreamer



Picture
i am only Truth now
going to sleep would be a lie
apart from you, my heart decays
on each tick of the clock
i die

Picture
you can't be mad at me for a madness
which you yourself have spawned
i'll stalk the night awake
and fight the peace of sleep 'til dawn
then wake again content - as if you're here
only to search and find you gone
what cruelty stirs the heart to love
then makes it wait
​to be absolved?

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Picture
i'll wander the streets like Rumi or Hafiz
looking for my own Shams
accepting all the labels
embracing the crazy
scaring people away with love's madness
if i can't have you -
then watch as i forsake the world
​


the world around us dies
shadow figments passing on from form to form
taking with them the whole of their own remembering -
Cuban dances and African sunsets
life falling as sand through yet open fingers
the eternal rest of God's regret
and I mourn briefly
for our lost

3/23/35 - 9/11/15

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