the tree

by the clear water
there is a tree
grander than the ordinary
it blossoms when the season turns
the petals falling like rain
sweet to the eye
it does not sorrow at letting loose
it's fine beauty
for there will be another time
when life comes this way
as a bright awakening of color
the tree stands bare against the moonlight
looking stark and with a
beautiful substance of twisted
life climbing to the sky
the world comes and goes around it
moving, dancing...
the tree remains
and small buds arise
with the opening of spring
when all of life blooms and
there are new and bright scents about..
green tendrils appear
when the sun warms
and the world moves about
coming and going...
yet the tree does not sorrow
or bear any loss from the change
it lives as it is
in ripe flowering or naked beauty
as grace is the master of this arising
that is a sweet painting in motion
not of the mind
not of the world
not of the one that hurries by
not of any-body...
it is as it is
such is the way of pure life

energy and light

as kali lives as the mother of all

she also lives as the great deluder 

she will cover the light if the soul 

objectifies the world

then this one loses rightful seeing 

and clarity of mind 

this obscuring of light is not a true reality

it is a dream that appears to be in form or

different aspects

like an original light that breaks up 

into many spectrums of color that

vary in intensity and hue

this is all that creation is ...

varying forms of energy and light..

nothing new really

i am not at all special

see i know nothing really

i sit with Guru and

some things just flow out of this 

connection 

that seem unusual maybe, 

but not at all really

if what flows out is heard with openness... 

it is simply

the usual way of the struggle to seek peace

the usual way of the struggle to find higher ground 

the usual way of the struggle to love and be loved 

the usual struggle to shed the suffering 

what is new really here?

we all long to be free deep in our hearts 

nothing new or unusual here

i walk with Guru so much in this life 

she has been a catalyst for the opening of 

spirit, light and love 

this is the way it is 

as the coverings fall, there is more space 

for grace to shine and make it's appearance 

in so many ways 

but dear, it does not come to a personality or body

it just comes as the unfolding of life moves 

not really a big deal

when she comes here i know her way

she is an angel of love and light 

she brings her wisdom burning 

and how it burns in those that are around her 

in the dark night, it burns too as a light to follow 

as she moves, the knots are loosened in those 

that are caught in intellect

she is the bird that flies free

and love, she cannot be captured by any

come near her fire and burn souls 

you will know her love then 

she is this life pure 

i know her well

she loves as God loves 

she will throw the curtains open 

and then light shines through bright 

and warm

do not turn away your eyes, but open

unto her

love this moment as her grace 

love this moment and be free of the burden

you carry

love this moment

of now

moon rising

the lingam, dark and rich 

i saw it laying there the same 

in my mind's eye 

with a bright aura around it

from it came a crack that opened 

and springing from this, rose a flower 

that danced in the open air
thru this rich emptiness of atman 

the flower of the world rises 

shakti, the appearances so 

colorful and varied 

and filled with all sorts of experiences 

the flower rises from 

the source 

yet is forever connected there 

not separate 

the lingam 

dark and rich

white lotus

flower of understanding, 

truth and heart 

it manifests in it's beautiful purity

when 

the ashes of the world have been

rinsed clean

deep within it's heart sits the diamond 

the *jewel* of all 

hidden and mysterious it lives 

shining in it's splendor 

white lotus 

flower of the heart

she is the goddess of heart my love 

she comes to to you and reveals this message 

see the world as a dream and do not cling there 

for it will leave nothing but sadness to be 

reborn 

she leaves this message 

on the earth and in the garden of life that blooms 

but do not sorrow over this souls 

for life is eternal in it's spirit 

it is forever returning to be reborn

again in another form 

see the goddess, see how she changes 

shapes in the moonlight

and in the rising of the sun

and in the winds that come and go

and in the shadows that play about

and in the call of the birds 

and the wild creatures 

and in the body, the eyes, the words,
the movement 

through these changing shapes
she leaves her message:

oh souls do not cling to the transient
appearances
but find yourself in your *true* self

forever living as one

the moon rises over the mountains 

and leaves it's reflection on still 

waters 

it flows from the heart as a light 

to be seen by all

to flows from the source as a fullness 

that is undeniable 

see it glowing now, so bright and lovely

set in a deep, dark sky

it is an image that makes one feel 

and taste and believe:

oh how beautiful and mysterious 

this life is!

moon rising 

phases and stages of mind 

ever changing, transient 

the light hits as love shining 

shedding nothing but purity

that lives eternal

melting the shadow 

melting the coverings 

and that which has always been

shines 

full

moon

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silence of mind

the risen Christ is
life untouched
and beauty so full
like heaven and earth
in union
like mouna, silence of mind,
silence of word
like Shiv/Shakti
like mental waves dissolved
like mental waves extinguished
like mind in it's pure state
not of this world, yet in this world
as All
He IS dear hearts
look within and find his light
so full of heart
the time of crying is over
and the holding up of thy hands
sink into this light so present
and feel this living clarity
feel it in you
feel it and just *Be*

With open arms...

the risen Christ he is so beautiful

like a Saint, Master, Buddha

he comes to the 

one that is aching 

and sets himself down there 

to be a living light 

he does not ever hold back his love

he does not ever turn away any that 

are open 

nor does he turn away those that are 

closed 

those ones just need to turn towards him

and feel and see and accept this 

beauty 

he never fails to bring heart to the soul

that is asking with sincerity

the risen Christ was born from the ashes 

of his

suffering like a dove so fresh and untouched 

he rose

he is here  now as love and light 

he is here as precious, still waters 

he is here as moonlit evenings that are sweet

he is here as endless peaceful days 

he is here as fresh, pure air 

when he comes, he takes the dark away 

immediately 

like a light that has been turned on 

then where is the dark?

he does not impose himself on any

for he is inside the heart 

and when the heart is opened unto him

he is there with open arms 

i have watched him come as light

to open flowers in the early morning
hour

and give sweet nourishment to the earth 

he gives like this friends 

and so much more 

the ring of his song is beauty and joy

the way his music wafts thru the air 

is like a sweet summer day scented with new life

the way it hits the heart is as the sun

melting the coverings

and leaving that which 

lives eternal

the way it moves one is like the ocean, deep

and mysterious 

filled with wonder and glory everlasting 

what has he to say to you my dear?

but be still, be still

do not suffer any longer 

be the light that you are 

be that which lives eternal
be still, be still

I am spirit

I am spirit only
pure and true
I am that

I drink from spirit only
clear and healthy
I am that

I am blessed by spirit
stainless and beautiful
I am that

I am created by spirit
the treasure of the heart
I am that

I am untainted
unburdened and joyful
I am that

I am of God and in God
and never apart from God
I am that

I am love, light
and resonate as om
deathless am I
I am that

I am as still waters
reflecting the heavens
the moon
and tides
I am that

I am as still waters
reflecting the birds
that fly
and the sun
and opening of life
I am that

I am as still waters
reflecting
a paradise of life
the clouds
the rain
and changing seasons
I am that

I am as still waters
in which life dances upon
yet I remain pure
I am that

I am as still waters
and have never been
born
or died
purity am I
I am that

I am spirit
I am that which is aware
I am that which is not touched
by the coming and going
I am that which is touched
only by truth
I am that which is beyond the body
I am that which flowers of joy
rise from
I am the flowers too that are scented
of love
I am the dove in the moonlight
and the fresh rains
I am spirit mighty and gentle
I am not anything else
but light
I am sustained by light and in light
I am
I am
I am that I am

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