lost to sea

now speak love,

what is there to say when all has been taken

of your world 

that you thought to be true

nothing can be said 

and there is nothing that can be found 

that is separate and distinct

now what is there that you so wanted to know?

has it been lost to this sea

that rushed into your heart and filled it so

as to make you forget
who you were before?

yes to be sure

this is how it is

a fresh mind has no relation to that dream

in which you played as a such and such

there is no dream here 

or a dreamer

all has been lost to this sea 

a beautiful ground

those cloaks of darkness 

and light 

worn by the ghosts 

of ego-mind 

parade around to be 

taken as real 

yet they have no true 

power in themselves

but are made of

energy only

coming together 

to appear as something 

real

yet when the force of nature 

or kali in purity 

comes to tear the covers and 

masks away

then those ghosts haunt no more 

for they have no more voice 

or way of holding to anything 

they go away into the void 

where they call no more 

to your mind 

the mind then 

is laid bare like a beautiful ground 

freshly tilled 

where pure potential lives 

where all springs from 

and cannot live without 

then, 

the mind is quiet

now so rare

the seashell holds a secret inside
where the pearl lay like a sweet
gem that has been
churned from an irritant of sand
it has been created from something
that was looked upon before
as being so very ordinary
and not worth a lot of time
but how that churning inside
has turned it into a glorious thing
that is rarified
that is not to be held or seen or
touched or tasted by many
it sits in there, glowing bright
for any that can behold it

winter of my heart

winter of my heart
have i loved you enough
for you to be my dear?
for you are the thing
set aside by most
and left out of that bright
awakening of color
yet i recognize you now as the
suffering soul
that ice, that sting that
let me cry many tears
but how the mud
of your time has laid on my
soul a kind of grit
that is like earth rich and sharp
and something good to taste
like butter being churned
over and over again
and becoming more sweet

no time to waste

ah, death,

you say, there are few 

that enter into thine eye
so dark 

where the mind loses it's hold 

of the persona

indeed, this is true 

yet you stay at a steady 

clip upon the heels 

the days, the weeks, the years 

there you are 

shadow man 

i cast my eyes upon you 

and see, there is very little 

time to waste here, 

for you will come no matter 

and you will be merciless 

in your taking of what you

will take 

and what say you too?

that there is no salvation 

in the hereafter 

for the mind-set is the same 

and those chains don't fall away 

when the body goes

yes, you do indeed have a lesson 

in your presence 

that the time to be alert is now 

not tomorrow 

not in the hereafter 

or when the conditions are just right 

but to live fully now and be in the 

moment while in this body 

oh what is the use of this life

if there is just a seeking of 

pleasure after pleasure?

that dream will only linger 

until the ego is no more 

do not delay then

find the heart center and sink in 

find that peace now,

while alive

poetry so right..

poets
way back
of the time when things
were (in some ways)
not so tainted with
deception and shenanigans
those poets wrote the right way
the way of beauty so touching
to the soul that it made it ache
to be free
words that pierced the heart
so strongly that one could only
put their head down
in prayer and deep reflection
so strong, so honest in the
speaking of what is the true path
to God
and the speaking of what
is that final end liberation
where the ego is annihilated
and God lives only
the hands that wrote this way
were infused with God-nature
burning to write and could not do
otherwise
writing the words that broke down
the structured walls of hypocrisy, complacency
and lies truly
they were not thinking about it
their hands just flew like lightening
bolts over the pages and what appeared
was fire-heart wisdom that arose
from stillness
they did not have a concern for mortality
and mortal ways of being
and understanding
these arise from body attachments
and feeling that is to be protected
at all costs
no, love
those chains were broken a long
time ago with these souls
and those chains were not to sneak
in and be cherished for a moment in that
writing
see some poetry takes you to the higher self
or to deep thinking and pondering over your
life and where it should turn to make it better
this writing, no
nothing like that
it breaks all that down and lays the mind bare
and naked so desires for
ego gratification are snuffed out
am i making sense?
i hope so
but what matters is that you inside
turn to the light
and let it destroy the shadows
and not just one, but each and every last one
until that fire burns bright and hot
for others to feel deeply in their soul
and that your mind is still
and no persona exist there to speak of
then the energy comes to destroy
the structures of ego for humanity
and this is not your doing
but the doing of grace


may you be well this day
may you be well

vision of innocence 3/9/16

my friends,

i do still get some visions breaking through here and there
just now, i am seeing a beautiful young girl in a white dress with a ring of flowers
in her hair running through a meadow that is alive with rich green
and wildflowers dancing about...
she is looking back and laughing joyfully at someone chasing her...
then a young boy comes into view... he is chasing her and laughing and then they
both sit down in this lovely scene to a wonderful picnic of delicious fresh foods and laugh
and simply enjoy the moment
the sun is shining, the air is fresh...
the water a clear blue with flowing waves...
what a day it is ....a day that is an illustration of
the beauty of heart and simply joy...

i am hearing their laughter in my head now and off and on
this morning...
and then i heard, that their laughter is in all of creation --


here is a poem that came with this vision:


see me running through the meadow
with the wildflowers dancing about
the rich green all around
and sparkling sea in the background
i am a young girl with golden hair
i wear a ring of flowers on my head
that is as lovely as doves cooing
i wear a beautiful blue ribbon
that flutters in the breeze
my dress is lilly white
see it move in the wind, like
a fresh flag that says, freedom
is near
i am looking back at you laughing
joyously
you are chasing me
i know you so well
as the beauty that you are
i love you

see me, i am a young boy
so innocent in my way
i do not wish to be anything but who i am
sturdy and filled with hopes of tomorrow
we run through this field of green together
we sit amongst this beautiful creation
and enjoy this food we brought
of succulent sweet tastes so fine, so
ripe
we laugh together in this land of heart
we do not wish for anything else
innocent and fresh, we are
filled with nothing but life
we sit here, and simply enjoy
with happiness in our hearts
i love you

see me like this always
i will see you this way too
we are not to be fooled by this body that
ages with time
inside, we are eternally innocent, joy filled
and made of light in our souls
and
i love you my friend
and you love me too


here is one more:

the male, the female
the yin-yang
the splendid chorus that resound
in all things
she is the priestess
he the priest
she the the flower
he the fragrance
she the grapes
he the wine
she the moon
he the sun
how they love like this
together
on this earthly plane
and beyond
how they laugh together
like two beautiful children
like two stars in the dark sky
they do not find themselves ever
apart in this life
or any other
for they are one always
the perfect blend
the male
the female
the perfect blend
of heart

this purity is running

i prayed for the one 

oh love 

i have 

and i have sat amongst the 

stone objects of death 

that rest above the ground 

where the rains come 

and the sky opens with sun

and the birds fly

and the earth is sharp with 

it's rich, acrid scents 

i have sat there for many hours on

end with this death thing 

then i was deeply driven to 

sit and sit and sit some more 

for hours on end 

with the mind looking, looking 

oh then my friend how the world 

began to explode in great uprisings 

in visions, phenomena and colorful

happenings 

and horrors too

oh love, i cannot tell you of it 

all, but it does not matter now 

for the mind is quietening

and the time that i lived that way 

is coming to a close 

now i write to say continue on

if you are an ascetic inside 

because you will find it there 

in the heart 

this quietude 

oh it seems you go to so many 

places in mind and body and 

in the world 

you just come back right here 

what a journey dear souls!

stay present now 

stay with what is centering 

to your spirit 

because it will keep coming 

to a circle and a circle 

and a eating of the snakes tail

and then no more of that 

ill-usion

love,

have you been still today?

for the shadows are fleeing fast 

and freedom waits on the horizon!

the night is lifting and i cannot see 

the way back to the world 

where the men resonate of duality 

i saw Virgin Mary many times 

i remember now only

this purity is running into the veins 

and finding it's life there 

and i remember now how i saw 

those jewels on fire with light 

those jewels so heart wrenchingly

beautiful 

and not of this world 

but these beautiful gems they arise 

from a bed of silence 

and this silence friends is the 

best  of the best jewel

the chudamani

the jewel of the heart

what is it without the other?

oh i see you now spirit true 

dressed in many robes 

of color 

how you dance and give these 

messages 

but i have not been swayed to be 

in this place for this life and 

any others 

because i am to go on to the silence 

there i will dwell for all eternity 

in the waters of heart 

and there you say there is this seeing 

still but without the imagery and the 

words and the symbols 

and the echo of feeling that comes 

how odd is this 

and there you say there is still this 

channel of the universe that is open 

but not hearing the questions and answers 

that come 

and there you say there is still this shaman

with his knowledge of earth rich and 

energies that singe to make the heart

well and whole

and there you say the hierophant too is 

present 

oh she is something for sure 

standing on the earthen bed of spirit 

with her hand held up to signify no fear 

and her heart open 

with wisdom

and the moon above her bathing her being 

in light 

the tantric too is there in this substance

rich where no words touch 

these are just some things that live in the 

heart of all

but they are there without the other 

tell me, what is a clairvoyant without 

the seeing of imagery and universal symbols? 

hmmmmm, we will see.... 

chudamani

my physical eyes are growing dim 

with age 

and my body too, how it feels the sting of time 

but my soul, love 

it burns of knowledge coming and i am not 

done with this journey 

regardless of any change that is seen...

i am going on to be what was given to me 

at the outset....

to be rinsed of all mental happenings that play

in the mind 

because the chudamani or jewel that rests in the heart 

is the beautiful prize to win 

and is worth every step of this journey 

my body, how it feels the sting of time

but my soul, love 

it burns of knowledge coming...

left there

the temple walls are burning 

those that kneel there are free 

to wander in the land of the holy

of holies 

the Cross too, it has died 

in the heat 

i bear it no more child 

for i have walked those steep hills 

heavy with the burden

of  ego 

lost to the world so long, so long 

and i have let this energy rule 

so long, so long 

but i met the guard at the gate 

and he let me in 

to bathe in the clear waters 

and i tore my clothes of the world 

off 

laid them down 

the night was deep, the moon full

left there i sank to the cosmos 

the ripe life 

left there i sank to the soul

of all

whirling dervish

i go around that pole so many times

do you see me? 

like a whirling dervish 

my skirt stretched out in the wind 

then the notes come like music 

soft, sweet and brazen in the sun

the notes rise like incense in the air 

fine and fragrant 

and the moonlight bears down like 

gold rays on the water 

spinning, spinning tunes like this 

see this is the cosmic dance of life 

dervish

and this tune rises of this dance in sync 

with God 

whirling dervish

i don't know the geometry of the notes 

how they blend like music sweet 

i simply let my mind become that symphony 

of life 

streaked with tears of the soul

and sugared with divine love 

i just let my hands go like this and then 

there is something that comes 

forward 

on the page 

for when i settle down into this flow of one 

then i write the words today

dervish is here, the ascetic one 

clear, brazen and whirling 

dervish

around the pole like spinning light 

fine and still

this music comes and i know not the way of it 

but here it is 

soul to soul to nothing and onward 

flying like a dream tonite 

my time is ending in this whirl

but see i cannot speak easily of it 

and the waters of life flow in

clear 

whirling dervish

stained with love and sugared with life 

melting inside 

i spin, protected in this shell?

oh no, i am not that 

you see it that way maybe?

come on and sit with men that laugh 

and have no time for worry 

do not spend time on insanity of lies 

come now 

spin with me 

whirling dervish

when i spin, there comes a stillness 

inside

and i forget that dance of ego

like a one that lives just this moment 

and like a one that lives in silence 

seeker, do you know this dance?

take it with you 

and cry no more 

whirling dervish

the ascetic one

sweet song of life

ah, the writing is coming,

i feel it there like a sweet song of life 

see the strings of my heart speak to me 

so beautifully and the words come so free 

and so i write 

barely seeing what is coming out 

for this is not of my doing 

these hands move to the tune of life 

and the tune is one of non-dual suchness

created by no one 

the valley so fresh and green vibrates of it also

and the majestic mountain range against a 

deep blue sky is filled with it 

the ocean too, sings of it in it's waves and in 

it's rich colorful life so mysterious 

and the moon, how bright with fullness and 

a touch of that intimacy that melts the 

feeling of distance 

that moon shines so beautiful and melts on 

the waters it's light 

ah, divine indeed 

if you feel this vibration in you too my dear 

i suspect you are not under the spell of ego 

but you are dancing to this music 

it cannot be measured or poured into a glass to drink

yet it can be drunk deeply in the soul 

like wine tart and robust 

and like honey thick with 

nectar

and like love too, how it makes every cell

come alive 

and makes one forget all worries 

this my dear is the music 

and now may we enjoy it 

and let it move us

of itself

on this night,

the writing flows like a song of love 

it does not stop to sit on the stoop where 

ego tells it's rants of this and that and 

all else 

it flows like a song sung by no one 

it does not stop to put a box around anything 

or put a mark on anything 

or put a signature on it either of a persona

it just flows like clarity 

it does what it does 

i don't know, it just does it this way 

and the words come on the screen

then the song is there as it should be 

see i don't write unless the words come this way

of itself 

and i will only write if the flow is spontaneous 

it is not like i am writing then, but grace does it 

because if i write something that i thought of before 

or heard of before 

or crafted or something like that, it would be a shame 

it would be something of ego nature 

this is not good, it is then, a biography of ego 

no thank you 

yes, the words are flowing easily here now 

but the time for this type of writing will be 

limited maybe, i am not sue 

there is something else coming sometime 

that will be different in it's presentation

and then this will be the potent writing 

(that is just what came now) 

but we will see what flows before and what flows 

after 

i do not know dear souls 

i am just here and this is happening now