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

the turn of the season....

see, my friend, my hands do not move so readily when i sit 

to write..

but this matters not for all the words said will not make the 

heart open or bring truth 

for that is between you and God truly

for you must face yourself and see what is there that is 

driving you in circles of mind 

without seeing and letting go of this illusion, it continues 

to grow in different ways and delude the mind

what matters is one continues no matter the coming and going 

and remains steady in the light 

for so much will come forward to be seen of lifetimes of clinging 

and phenomena of all sorts of color and varieties 

and voices too that speak

haunting in their way and soothing too, but this is not it dear souls 

for you (sturdy inside) will not give in to this type of play, but will 

see it for what it is and it will come back again and again

until it rises no more...

what a journey, yes?

but one can only keep putting one foot in front of the other and 

be open to what is taking place in this moment as best possible...

so yes, i have written on so many things and said nothing at all really that 

is new... 

and now there is not a typical flow of writing after writing as grace changes 

the course and things drop in it's time, but i will say as the writing is flowing

this moment that there will come another time for this 

writing to blossom in it's new life... 

and so we wait as the leaves once green (with the coming of this phase)

are now turning to gold, orange and red and will fall away with

the turn of the season...

but that moon is still there, vibrant and glowing.... full....

and so we go on ....

may all be well and all be blessed with spirit-light 

and freedom...

om shanti