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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
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
along the banks,
sleek silhouettes
each crown of locks...
long and luring
laughter loud and proud--
our mooring
all sought desires--
sweetly owning
sleek silhouettes
each crown of locks...
long and luring
laughter loud and proud--
our mooring
all sought desires--
sweetly owning
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?
when you give birth...
when you shed tears
when you stare at the ocean
the creek
the falls
soul bloodied
and longing for home?
my udders, wide and long
brim
with milk and life
my voice, sweet with song
sings of peace
...sounds shedding strife
brim
with milk and life
my voice, sweet with song
sings of peace
...sounds shedding strife
The Levee
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?
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?
William Wetmore Story: "The Libyan Sibyl"
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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 |
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
--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
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
--of pure vibration,
in a tranquil sea of truth we swim,
beyond the reach of bleak prostration,
beyond the claw of unbeauteous whim
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
lured by the whispers of lion kings
no home on the land-- false truths do speak
return now to the sea...
blessed vessels bring
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
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
I do not trust the love of men--
some blood-borne remembrance
some thickened skin
some blood-borne remembrance
some thickened skin
The Quench
As waterfalls, walking
women drip with honey and milk
healing dry lands
...quenching thirst
women drip with honey and milk
healing dry lands
...quenching thirst
An Honored Seat
he is my lover and my son
at once, drinking of my knowledge
bathing in white waters
dripping from these fertile depths
at once, drinking of my knowledge
bathing in white waters
dripping from these fertile depths
Suckling in the Lap
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
his heart imbibing Mother's milk
not as child
or slave
--unsullied, this
from nip he drinks
--devotee's bliss
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
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
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
I own myself
I Am my Mother's child
I belong to no man
I birth myself
as vulture, leopard, serpent
--primal
Vidya
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
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
my mother says to look into mirrors
...are you yourself?
...are you yourself?
No More for Rent
we use these wombs
--let men use these wombs
when these wombs should be using
us
--let men use these wombs
when these wombs should be using
us
~ Saqqa ~
back to the birthing houses
to the temples of our becoming
to being that which we came here
to be
to the temples of our becoming
to being that which we came here
to be
Mother Water's Daughters
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
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
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
this body, my horse
liberating the seas--my course
Look to the Mothers
birthing rainbows and stars
babes speaking Truth
--and pure of voice
prove me
says creator she
repository of he and we
source of both
--of allllllll
says creator she
repository of he and we
source of both
--of allllllll
light coming into darkness
could easily drown
and could just as easily
walk upon the water
...choose
could easily drown
and could just as easily
walk upon the water
...choose
I came down
into this flesh
into this dark abode
to wear these chains
and then set free
my sisters still
dethroned
into this flesh
into this dark abode
to wear these chains
and then set free
my sisters still
dethroned
War on the Roses
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
latent
held between these thighs
trapped within these walls
legs widening now
wombs birthing
truth--escaping
like swarms of blood-covered doves
We have been dispossessed
mother after mother
daughter after daughter
...what a weeping
~for Zet
mother after mother
daughter after daughter
...what a weeping
~for Zet
thru these gothic streets
--vampires looming
urban mansions, of poverty
swooning
ripe for saving
these wombs, in blooming
sating thirst
true life consuming
--vampires looming
urban mansions, of poverty
swooning
ripe for saving
these wombs, in blooming
sating thirst
true life consuming
Take This Sword
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
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
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
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
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I exist
I'm here this lavish life is mine I claim myself as mountains claim their place among the clouds |
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The Way is Through Love
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
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?
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?
...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
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
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
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I stand unopposed
no opposite to give repose for matrimonial seed what need? --ancient I, possessing both |
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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 |
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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
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
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
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
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
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
Artist: Nazim
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their joy multiplying in waves
every living sea in bliss every portion pacified for human needs, no soul remiss |
These Usurpers
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
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
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
--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
when the soul wants out she's freed
released to higher seas
bound not to densities of strain
but soars on frequency
released to higher seas
bound not to densities of strain
but soars on frequency
Gold Mine
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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
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
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
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
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
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
that all-revealed time when you accept defeat
too tired to stand--
to fight,
but resolved on the inside
to spit fire
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
ripping through your false perceptions
tearing out your misbeliefs
standing before you grand and gnarling
both better and worse than you ever imagined
Samiyah Khan - "A Longing Prolonged"
she looks out another man's window
on the edge of the bed
they lie in
on the edge of the bed
they lie in
Calling of the Doves
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
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
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
--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
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 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
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
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
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
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
these people are quicksand
samsaara shifting beneath feet
reliable, never
Word our sure retreat
samsaara shifting beneath feet
reliable, never
Word our sure retreat
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...
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...
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
distract not in the finger, there
but look beyond to moon and sun
to earth and stars above--aware
Parthenia
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
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
the soul chooses cruelty--
an unworthiness of god perceived
not knowing of the jewel inside--
a love greater than all the seas
an unworthiness of god perceived
not knowing of the jewel inside--
a love greater than all the seas
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
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
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
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
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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
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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 |
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The Nesting Doll
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understand this layered Self
the skin wihtout--within, the bone and subtler still, the sound upholding skull left to earth soul finding home |
Kanza
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RAMA is union--transcendence of form
beyond all names and emanations not bribed by offertory lords but seeing past --vibration's sword |
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The Living Book
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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 |
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
as Christ knew well His causal Father
within, the word reveals itself
seed planted in the fertile depths
of any seeking Mother
Saba'un
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born with this religion
god of many names and nameless ancient blood in newer days called from within we claim this |
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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 |
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God's Wife
Courtesy: Olga Klimova
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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 |
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what good... this mala?
these beads are too finite the word--the name--repeats unceasing no mind, no wants inner dark alight |
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Sita's Secret
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
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
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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 |
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The Birth of Word
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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
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none of this is real it's all going to be yesterday |
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Keep Still
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
the senses adore the center
gopis devoted to embodied love
the manifest rooted in nothingness
Selfhood discovered beneath self
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
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
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
in the women who bear him
we will be it
--annointed
to save
to bind
to transcend time
all blindness
counterfeit
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.
called up out of darkness
bound
freed by sound
and longing for lightness
beyond the whirlwind and the storm
one with word
...falsehood?
none.
Essjay89 - "A Goddess of Air" (Deviant Art)
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
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
memory
clinging, grappling, holding on
refusing movement
denying Truth
awake and see the past as gone
this now
this you
this all
as one
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
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
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
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
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
black star womb of suns
immense
the sea of netcher's utterance
from void projects
divinest flesh
a timeless dance
-great adanech
immense
the sea of netcher's utterance
from void projects
divinest flesh
a timeless dance
-great adanech
Caro Vorare
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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
toward desires steady trodding
apace right through 11 gates
weigh well these thoughts--forever binding
or find, at last, peculiar fate
apace right through 11 gates
weigh well these thoughts--forever binding
or find, at last, peculiar fate
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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
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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 |
Andreabengeart - "Third Eye" (Deviant Art)
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Magna Mater
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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
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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 |
Rick Whitacre - "Alignment"
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The Nymph
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
empty forms of flesh
and fire
the stoic seeking more--
Truth churning,
deep within she peers
and journeys
--higher
Àṣẹ
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
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
we die without art
not in body
but in mind
corpses of apathy
all thinking
--no trace of heart
not in body
but in mind
corpses of apathy
all thinking
--no trace of heart
No Fear of Force
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
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
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
like babies from a mother's womb
we birth ourselves anew - depriving
sustained by air, Truth as the fuel
The Pillar in the Pyramid
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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 |
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Mandalas
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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 |
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!
everyday
climatic sunsets
and baited breaths
never walking
always floating
on the cosmic current
of God's exhalation
in union with mother
--that exaltation!
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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 |
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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 |
Artist: Alexander Groseth
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Artist: Sera M Knight
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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?
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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 |
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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
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
of form and also knowing
projected walls of worlds
--no end
side by side we dwell
Truth glowing
perceiving solely
what lies
within
I can see Him as an atom--
a proton
standing guard
eyes beaming love and righteousness
a smaller sun,
Earth-planting yod
a proton
standing guard
eyes beaming love and righteousness
a smaller sun,
Earth-planting yod
The Construct
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
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
birds in the tops of trees
gray sky solace
far from world
below
gray sky solace
far from world
below
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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 |
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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
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 |
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Wade
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
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
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
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
|
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
|
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
M.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
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
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"
driving evil from this holy land
His light breaks darkness into pieces
and His trumpet horn declares
"I Am"
Diversions of One
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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 |
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Mamissi
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
and soul of stars
cast down to dirt
with truth we rise
womb of this soil
--oracle of the sky
everything here has eyes
the souls of trees and bees align
with the hearts of men--
this earth ascends
goodbye you sweet dark night
the souls of trees and bees align
with the hearts of men--
this earth ascends
goodbye you sweet dark night
Akasha
Jennifer Gelinas - "Epiphany"
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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 |
YabYum
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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
Matt 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
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
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
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
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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 |
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Water Walkers
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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 |
Osvaldo Morales - "The Great Red Dragon and The Woman Clothed in Sun"
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Gods in a Pot
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
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
Alex 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
begs us to see
with beauty and grace and defiant lines
urging us to be
that which nourishes the Godlings
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
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
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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 |
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love is love--
love if that's your nature
leave the army of hate without recruit
love if that's your nature
leave the army of hate without recruit
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get yourself a sibyl
grow tired of those regular chicks man up and strive for the chalice |
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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
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
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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 |
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T'ung Jên
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
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
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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 |
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Maatriarchy
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.
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.
Art Courtesy: Howard David Johnson
Opening of the Mouth
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."
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
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
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
Maliceumbra - Deviant Art
my God is a pleasure God
why does your god have you suffer so?
my suffering is temporary,
yielding fruit--
yours...
why does your god have you suffer so?
my suffering is temporary,
yielding fruit--
yours...
Of Slaves and Choices
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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 |
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Seshat - Artist Unknown
with drink in hand
the tantrika stands defiant
daring you to come
to sip
to know the bliss
of madness
and ecstasy
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
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
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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" |
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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 |
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Lila
Rasa 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
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
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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 |
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Wither
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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 |
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you read
then run away mad unready better than to stay and go mad --either way madness |
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The Drunkard
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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
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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 |
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Just Open
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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
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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 |
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For Whom the Red Sea Parts
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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) |
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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 |
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Vulture Medicine
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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
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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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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 |
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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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The Weighing
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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 |
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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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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 |
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
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
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
tiny avian tears visible-
welling up in what seem to be
eyes too small to matter
...we are not meant to be
alone
Twin
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
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
Don't Go to That Place
Artist: George Redhawk
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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 |
The Hour of Oblation
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
get your fill until we burp
with gluttonous gladness
mouths saturated with liquid secrets
mined from hidden caves and protruding rock
Father - Mother
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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 |
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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
pursuing pearls
spreading apart flower petals
like a diligent bee
determined to yield honey
for the pleasure of his Queen
Dirge of Ashes
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
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
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
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
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
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
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."
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
kneeling before me
God exalts
revering creation
-purity of thought
femininity grounded,
child of Toth
swooned and surrendered
Goddess raised
from her cross
God exalts
revering creation
-purity of thought
femininity grounded,
child of Toth
swooned and surrendered
Goddess raised
from her cross
Walkers
Nattymhar - "Judgement Day"
don't mourn for the dead
mourn for the people left behind
in this place
where we hate without
knowing hearts
mourn for the people left behind
in this place
where we hate without
knowing hearts
Mixed Media
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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 |
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The Middle
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.
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.
Dihaze - "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
you let unicorns fly from your mouth
from deep down in a place
where you no longer give a fuck
fake faces crack like false veneers
revealing darkness lurking
beneath the lie of empty cheer
a beast in waiting -
alone
and hurting
revealing darkness lurking
beneath the lie of empty cheer
a beast in waiting -
alone
and hurting
Four Letters, Ever Rendering
as above below
the sun at center glows
maturity sees- all shown
sons to fathers
daughters to mothers
and back again - young
...reborn
the sun at center glows
maturity sees- all shown
sons to fathers
daughters to mothers
and back again - young
...reborn
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
all surface dogma
pure Truth alights
the way to home
in this underworld
our darkness saunters
eternal guests
of our King's abode
Libica
Michelangelo - "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
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
Peter Van Straten - "The Bull and the Ballerina"
sun drenched and fertile
well plowed - His field
irrigated and yielding
earth dripping with seed
well plowed - His field
irrigated and yielding
earth dripping with seed
We look at the world with borrowed eyes,
grown-up eyes.
Throw those eyes away.
grown-up eyes.
Throw those eyes away.
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.
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
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
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
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
you point at what I have that you don't have
there, behind my pink and ruffled skirt
and I look down, curious...
"what?"
there, behind my pink and ruffled skirt
and I look down, curious...
"what?"
we talk of God
but forget
our every meeting is a prayer
but forget
our every meeting is a prayer
Little Children
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
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
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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 |
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The Master's Hand
Just like me,
nature needs the knowing touch of a man
to sate her,
to soothe her,
to keep her sound.
nature needs the knowing touch of a man
to sate her,
to soothe her,
to keep her sound.
Tipsy Eyes
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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 |
Anderson Debernardi - "Essential Love"
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Parable of Feasts (or Shaming the Players)
Jan 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
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
Courtesy: 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
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
Aversions to Tits and Skull Bowls
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
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
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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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One Self, Aware
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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
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let only love come out
by hand by mouth and thought light decreases shadow inch by inch we make it naught |
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The Better Way
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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 |
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
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
without love we die
untended
with longings unaffirmed
with skin untouched
and soul unseen
we die
as if
unborn
untended
with longings unaffirmed
with skin untouched
and soul unseen
we die
as if
unborn
The Joining
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
and yet untold our private hells
wherever more than thee are gathered
there floats a garden
where Holy Spirit
dwells
Tom Bittner - "Lonely tree in the rain"
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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 |
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
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
Hanan 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
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
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?
is now the splinter in my mind
drawn to love's sweetness, yet cannot drink
what is a drunkard without her wine?
Absence
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
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
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
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
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
going to sleep would be a lie
apart from you, my heart decays
on each tick of the clock
i die
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?
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?
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
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
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