Poetry & Prose 2
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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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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" |
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" |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 Birds, Bees, and Pearls |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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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