textile cocoon
underlying duress
marking, marring words predestined for
happier trails
fog of emotion
confusing reason,
teaching something more
refusing to be ignored
in its melding
into a cocoon of
words woven
until the season's
brightly coloured
fancy burst of flight
guided by the light
reckoning beckons
i gaze into the
3/4 circle of blackness
hugged by a crescent of
multi-hued light
surronded by shadow space
flecked by three traingulated points
of focused light
reaching out
what is beckons
the brightness
of the darkness
which is not darkest before the dawn
but gives over to the day
as graduated as our current
time perception
i go the deck of my grandmother's, my mother's and father's cabin
comfy cabin built on love
embraced by sweetly scented forest
i draw deep healing air, loving life
i walk down the stairs
out upon the beach
i stir the old sand and leaves and gravel
in soft crunchy mix between my toes
i gaze out over the lake
a magic mirror
mist rising in the dawn's light
a bull frog 'jug-of-rum' ripples in harmony
with the peepers, the wind
whispers through the oak leaves to the birch and maple leaves
then dances waves across the changing surface
of the lake, i walk
to the rock at the shore
always visible in the summer
until now
as the waters deepen
so i step onto the water
and walk out to the middle
and i dive
up
into the sweet blue
dance flying spirals
round misty white low riders
i soar up and out in love
and i fly
down
into the sweet red waters
to dance swimming spirals
into the darkness
and beyond
and the loon sings his desire
a pair 'o ducks
walks into the office of a
paradoc
the first asks:
"if God is love,
then why do we suffer?"
and the paradoc says,
"pain tells you to move,
that change is needed
movement, change
generates life.
love gives us wings"
the second duck says,
"my wings are broken"
and the paradoc says
"then through healing
you will experience again
the joy of your fledgling self
learning to fly again"
just another shtick in the hall
wishes breach in cold crisp spray
sparkling with dawn-kissed morphing jewels
images not thought out, just sought out
transceiving universal light
just what is, what is there
the synthetic moment
continuation of what was into what will be
tapestry thread
gone fishing
i had many anxious dreams last night
thoughts, images related to
my worry about the state of world affairs,
my biggest parenting concerns,
and my struggle to cope with my day to day
all thoughts that arise frequently
and that I give limited time to,
stilling them with OM
how to let go
without forgetting
how to let go
and still make decisions
how to relax
how to forgive, and move on,
and still hurt dreadfully
how to transmute your circumstances
your experience of being
into harmony
into balance
i embrace my humble boat
with gratitude
(though when it rains,
i sometimes grumble)
i weave the net
with lines of loving light
(though it's become holey
amidst impatient hunger)
i cast the net
and open myself to
the quiet of the wait
when i comtemplay,
slay demons,
and practice being
when i check my net
i select the healthiest fishies
that i can recognize
from the variety that's wandered by
and i return the rest to the great ocean
and the thoughts are processed and transmuted
into this
revolutionary bum
sitting on my couch
speaking in conversational tribal rythms
he spoke poetry
as only i could write
or hear
when i touch silence in my mind
he spoke of liberty
and my heart sang
as i typed
til the demon thoughts
spring into doubt and break the piece
he senses the change
"what's up?"
he says in that divine voice
"i'm sorry, dear friend,
i fret sometimes
when we seem to stagnate
and the bills pile up
amidst the day to day;
and then i look to you
and old worry sets in
about what we should be doing"
i say in that divine voice
"but write now,
we're here,
and we're gonna unite
in the telling
of to be"
his honeyed words
sweeten the pot
and so the story begins
in the middle realm
as do all
all in all,
i do enjoy his presence
but sometimes i wondered
what would happen next...
on the trip within,
we find so many 'I AM's
each defining or defined by
it's existence
when the knowing flows
outward/inward to infinite union
there is a peace of place
which will draws me back
again and again
all aboard
When I invest the knowing of I/all/one into the word 'God,' itseems to give it a little pizazz--perhaps because I've experiencedso many exciting versions of the word--yet it is that fact thatsometimes confuses the issue. 'I AM' expresses/impresses theexperience of the universality of being, of the universal being, ofthe who 'I AM,' of God looking in the mirror of God's infinite eyes.If I AM = God, God is the experience of being and the being ofexperience, whereas experience and being are one. I want to reclaim the word God, but then there's the respect given to my spiritual roots in the term God/dess. In my mind the pure form of the concept of God transcends gender and politics in infinite inclusion, divine grace.
Beside the Oak
The Great Ash reaches
into Heaven above
and Hella below
up and down
the squirrel of time
comes rushing past
my leaf of existence
gathering nuts
dancing butterflies
frayed heart-wiring freshly repaired
reconnecting...bonjour mes amis
hello my friends
revelling in one being
a scale in a vibrant rainbow butterfly wing
one's unique
position, colours, shape, shades...cells within cells
flowing as one in flight
sharing light, nourishment, source
flowing with air
ageless ascent
timeless journeythrough space
together we rise
together I rise
I AM
without paint
creative desire
reaching for paint i recoil
in lack's illusion
substituting words
in paint i play
i cry
i laugh
i vent
i be
yet now in words i resort to talking about paint
my inspiration lost in abstract expression
unfulfilled by words
smoking incense, burning wicks
smoke raising mind space
twin flames waltz to current beats
heart reaches through words
sacred moment calls
brings new light into being
think, feel, act as one
unification
through diversification
call to harmony
love in the mirror
calling with sweet promises
seen thru loveless eyes
imperfection roars
but i no longer seek help
only acceptance
gratitudinal rythms for my friends in the respectfullight
as energy dwindles in an illusion of limits
i reach for a reprieve to wits
my ryming may run rough albeit
even in this state, i see it
but alas, i'll speak as such
for to escape in creation helps much
to whimisical word fellowship i clutch
for my heart you have touched
acceptance as is is such a treat
freedom from fret a great relief
whence we came to where we meet
on this rainbow choral reef
i understand the addiction
to these ryming benedictions
nicely smooths out friction
in the flexibility of diction
patterns repeat in new variations
life's symphony
mystics expressed
through every religion
much modern science
has worked hard
to quantify
the same conclusions
found in the peace of
no-thought
of God
of Enlighenment
of Christ
...
ageless wisdom unites
in new waves
crashing
flowing
into
beyond balance spin
past mobius strip midpoint
after equinox
New Moon Equinox
tribal beats ride urban waves
memories join points
the one and the many
lose their lines of separation
in infinite variations
of energy patterns and densities
unique in each dimension
of every-being
infinite perspectives
one joined consciousness
where the paradox sleep
caterpillar creeps and eats
and try not to get eaten
before settling in
wrapping itself into itself
it disintegrates and reintegrates
its body into
divine grace
to live in utter beauty, light, freedom...
to soar, to spawn
and to fall
into the eternal loop
3 r’s
roar into being
rear into seeing
reach into living
God’s Moontimes
Blood of God flowing
Moon balancing harmony
One with GOD I AM
wonder
angel feathers lift
Symphonies of Masters play
miracles within
circumstanzas
mistaken dewdrops
tears of night's regret become
morning's bright kisses
for my beloved Priestess Ilona Lynch in memory of her beloved teacher George Saroka:
as the teacher passed the torch
to the beloved student
so the torch burns bright within/withall
connecting in god's light
in peace we rest
in love we soar
grey becomes silver
the tightrope grows infinite
energy spirals
power of crows
ideas are bliss
i was watching two crows on the church
on higher, in the loop of the top ladder rung of the chimney
cawing rythmically
and i wanted to talk with him
mimic him
start a dialogue
and i didn't because
we have nieghbours beside and below
and it's 7:46 am and they may be sleeping
and yet, if i did it, i'd just be another crow
but i'm hiding and want to be alone and don't want to draw attention
embarassed? don't want them to think i'm crazy?
but wouldn't it be truer to myself to talk with the crow?
i want to talk with the crows...
power lines
white in the sky
forming a triangle around the crow
why do we then think it so hard to understand the power lines of the earth
when we mimic them
for the the white lines of light i saw
were the after image of the black power lines
criss crossing in the foreground
unnoticed at first whilst i focused on the crow
creating a magickal afterimage left in opposite tone
from which i saw what was really there
and wondered at our sense of normal
in Eden do we dwell
in glorious abundance
to Heaven do we reach within
to sweep away the veil
and return to where we are
reclaiming god
i was very atheist
rebelling against a patriarchal wrathful image of God
and longing for the compassion, love, truthful image of Jesus
and common sensical logic dicated they were all myths
and i understood why
and i learned about the Holocaust
and i saw the starving Ethiopian children
and i took comfort in Mother Theresa
and Gandhi
and John Lennon
what is God but an experience?
an experience of union of all within self
all the aspects weaving together
in spiral integration,
an experience
of union of all without self
what is God but that silent watcher within us all
the I that IS
the drop of water from the ocean
connected to everything
in accordance with that which has been freely learned and shared
and discovered
with the Laws of Science,
the Scientific Method,
discovered out of necessity
in response to severe oppression
at the hands of corrupt liers
writing, manipulating, using
the 'Words of God'
and so the words and symbols become tainted
by the memory of the corruption
by the memoty of the cruelities done
by people using those words
to rule by fear
so let's reclaim God
as the mystics, the ancestors, the wise ones, the healers, the heros
intended
you can say how do i know of their intentions?
read their words
follow their deeds
and for the love of all
don't nail them to a pedestal!!!!
gay pride says embrace their words and take away their power
and so use words like 'fag'
and march wearing the pink triangle that nazis used to identify
homosexuals for destruction
like the yellow 6-pointed star
they used to label the Jews
let's take back the word God!
so many scientists i've met have that knee-jerk reaction
that angry reaction to
the word
and i understand
and i relate
i was an atheist
and i was unhappy
and i felt lost and alone
i learned about paganism
and recognized that feeling that I have
when i am with nature
and realized
that it is the experience
and i united with the all, the one, God (no gender)
through Mother Earth
beauty in all
no good, no bad,
what is in glorious
unlimited being
strung togetherof webs of that which is both
energy and matter
and the vastness of space
between atoms
biology, chemistry, quantum physics
philosophy, religion, pyshcology
art, writing, music
all flow to the vibe of union the further they go on the wings of inspiration
in the spirit of that within that comes together with that without
and we see/feel/hear/know God
the experience
and we as God learn to see and use the keys
we have given ourselves
in love
in truth
in peace
fae fire
words whip round the silver ring
in upward spirals exhaled
with faery laughter
beneath misty visions
the fae folk dance
round sacred fires
they feed the flame
sacrifical trees meet
death's heat
transforming into flame
into the dance ever unique
rejoicing in their hearts
reflected in wisdom's eyes
nature's call to union
vision creation manifest
dance in the smoke
sublime inspiration
healing spiritual artistry
and wind we all
round the spiral staircase
into our hearts
sunny, sunny day
it is no longer may
we dance the night away
in thanks we laugh and pray
like asses we drink and bray
so we say
so we play
so we lay
flowing into now
the moment's breath
short and sweet
here and gone
love carrying us
beyond imagination
into inspiration
fulfilling thru reflections
of gratitude laced
coarising
free flow
let the words go
there is no owing
only love sowing
substance from thoughts complete
in words without impedement
and so they flow, and grow, and glow, and go...
enough with expectations
back to implications
of freedom
in love
blessed be!
spectral surfing
enter into a feather
ride a spectral wave
chose your colours
and ride the flow
relax and open
to the harmony of
dolphin zen dancing round
your surfing chi
vibrate in the groove
and dance with your spectral neighbours
see the harmony
strive for discordance and the melody
will not reach your ears
find yourself reflected
in the light of those who love you
and find yourself
in love
trust love's intent
and open
to passage into
forgiveness divine
gratitude elating
knowing
you are never alone
Bound
Gratitude abounding
into roots returning
into soil resounding
with love's vibration
grow to the beat
move in the heat
divine winds dance
through firey conception
amidst light's fury
life rebounds in a hurry
faith in what, faith in why
hope need not rest on expectations
falling from tired shoulders
trust in love
and eyes open to
answers apparent
in deed
in love
in peace
love in motion
unification delights in the infinite variation
of expressions, of patterns
reflecting each other on surfaces filled
with the culmination of eons of sandy
experience
mirrors>>glass>>sand>>
lines of time from
each grain of sand extending, spiralling,
reaching ever backward, ever forward in
the time that is not yet is always now
O life divine
waves coalesce into
form combining with form
to sing the cosmic egg
quiet cell of potential
of feminine yang
new collective being
to be sought out for joining
by masculine yinfor joining differences
so that strengths arise
giving our best to our progeny
to god/dess's (as one being all)
next level of being
to sing again:"I AM"
s are we all
infinite variations
of 0, the egg
of 1, the sperm
binary being
of the observer riding
life's data stream
love’s release
release of tension
release of fear
release of past
release of future
fly into the blissful now
of love's eternal union
dreams whisper on soft wings
tickling the talons of demons reaching
when all rests at the plateau
where union sits
darkness
if i was a cartoonist
would i feel ok
drawing a picture of george w bush
joyously eating appetizers
of little babies wrapped in dollars
like scallops wrapped in bacon
beware the feelings we invoke
with the symbols that we use
beware the symbols we invoke
with the feelings that we use
born into peace
called to peace
born through trauma
called to fight
or fly
yin yang coils inside
gratitude calls back
to heed wisdom that calls true
wisdom handed down
through the sages
of the ages
and in peace and love i return
infinitely empty to be infinitely filled
0
zero
the hole, the well, the cosmic egg
unites with its self its self-imposed boundaries
in its expression of 1
separating from itself the line
around
the nothing
leaving nothing to
combine with self
in infinite variations of self-expression
