The nature part
Emerging from the Silki’s flesh
Allows the host of fangs
To glance upon the seas reflecton
“Ah, a hearty meal“...they think
Fierce fangs in hiding
As they turn their eyes toward east
Distracted by
Their second sun
Casting shadows on this moon
“EMERGE,fair maid!”
The portly porpoise cries
“Emerge and blossom like the rose!
Become another fearless flesh contender
Blatant in the guise of mild humanity’s display
For coming is the day!
Let subtle scent of origins begin to stir their mind
That they’ll remember all the longings of their heart
The impetus of being in their soul”
She climbs the rocky knoll
Left hand to brow
A graceless gesture for a shade
From bleaching suns
From blaring siege of night
And all the change to come
Then with the right hand
Lifts the sword from stone
From memory of all that’s past
And sweetly sewn
Within the weavings of desire
(Gno one emerges from the void
Of gno thing)
Gravity’s collection
Pockets full of paradise
And maps of all perfections
….Laden with the weight of oraborus strain
She rises
Lifts and
Flies
Above the same
Descends into the depths upon a wing
Then beams the light upon the steady wave
A light house
Of our dark’s imaginings
Fair fuel for fine potential
Tender threads of crystal grids unseen
Expanding and contracting time and space
A tetragammatron of dreams

little moments of perfect peace as a child
that was back in the days(whew that makes me sound ancient)
when ther was no fear of spending whole days in the wood with the birds and frogs....





Although my days are counted by the surge of waves and tides
Tsunamis, and the depth they hide
(a choice)
…..Some days
The place beside the quiet pool is fine
Cool
Live
Opalescent
Creatures shimmer under all the ripples
Drawn and placed
Upon the surface like a grid of moons
Drawn and quartered
At the intersections
By these
Trails of skippers
(As we called them as a child)
Little Jesus bugs
Walking on water
Mesmerizing
Perfect symmetry
In structure and stance
Small scattered marbles from the hands of children
Sliding over crystal bubbles
Bearing prisms of potential
Programmed to be territorial
Hints of designed agendas
But
Beyond this tepid beauty
Hints of inner fire
A purpose
Space
For tiny evolutions
Far too long for my blind I’s to see
So I surrender
As observer.....
And claim only their beauty
In this moment
Delighting in the minting of the body and the soul

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As swift and lean
And fast paced
Saunter proud
Determined
Walk and dance upon
Rough waters in a salty sea
Fifth element
Chose for a moment here
In space and time
Tempered
In 11 stomps of retribution
Held in place
Past frozen icons
Of imaginings
And images in
Weathered stone
Portraits
Of Gods/Goddesses to our liking
Donning
Ancient walls
Marbled halls
Now
Smoothed and new
By slow relentless
Fierce exposures to our comings and goings
The artist of the future eons
Chisels now by hand
Impulse to mind
…Mind to matter
……Reason to impulse
Laughs and
Signals
One more Myth
With mudra madness
Frantic
Gestures of a mathematics
Breeching M-branes
As the pieces flow
Down all the underground
Clear
Sacred
Streams
Flow
Flowing
Like sheets beneath
Our breathless lovers in the round
But with
A newer sound
Sifts HUUUUUUUU
And HAAAAAAAA
Their breathy pause……
Past language of the birds is heard
The vacuum forged by hammers of the no gods
As they
Slam the chisel into Stone
A void

And in a dream
I stepped back to the place of joy
And gathered up the sweet bouquet of friends
And thought out loud
Like me!
These are my Demons,
Saints
And Kin!
Embraced them all with kisses once again
And danced that child dance full of mirth
And shouted
We are All the virgin birth!
With hand held packages of history
And all potential of what we might be
Divided only by the mind’s geometries
We see
We see
We see
Yes silence in the semblance of a stance
Stirs inner active cycles that we dance
Weighed down beneath the weight of Shaman shawls
Or crystal beads
My Love,
A dream is all we ever really need
A vision for the finer myth
I rest beneath the Tree
Extend my waving branches for the
Changing world to see
That all of you
IS
Truly all of me

Those few brave fools
Dearest designs
Willing companions
Metal fur n straw
Witch
Holds the ground to face
And lift
A Dorothy dream
Bear ing gifts
A world of seem
ing
(poppys in a field for sure
Don’t ya know)
No comfort zone
er
Zazen life secure
But thrust and try
Do or die
Co creators
In the rye
Laughing
Playing
In blatant fields of the Lord
Darling few
Lovers all
Waiting on the umpire’s call
Sign n symbol
Chains released
Oops!
The consciousness police!!!

Weave and wire
N coax and line
The vineyards paths and groves
Sweet life ing toward the sun to swell the fruit
A seasons sweet exchange of xylem and phloem
Earthly brew
Released from darkly derma for the rising of a vine
A sacred time
The gestured bough of autumn
Lifts and sways
In breathy whispers points n prays
Close to the honored groom
“My Sun, the guests are leaving soon
Prepare more wine
And though it’s not your time
Extend your deeper dreaming
To their joy and mirth
So all may join our play
And celebrate this harvest
Of hearts

KNIGHT OF A THOUSAND STARS

Widening the sphere of touch
The paradox of real
In what we feel
Demands a realm of heart
Unfettered
With the ifs and whens
Or maybe in
Some other life again

Green knights
They
Come and go
And bravely think they carry
Vision quest of ages in
Embroidered pouches
Weaved from gallant teachers
From a multitude of realms
Aghast to find that
Only momentary sight
In place of tie and space
When searching only perfect face
And eyes
Those darkly heavy eyes
Dismissing all the grand disguise
Beneath the very roots that nourish
Trees if life

Averages win out
The sacred geometry of inertia
…Once in eons
By mere and perfect chance
Stands simple sedentary stance
Of clarity
A saintly/sinner sight
Past day and way past night
A diamond born within
A
Single
Clear Emerald
From ancient/future Isles
Green prism with the eye of god
He wills
She will
See past the matter of our choice
And through the void
With heart felt hand
Touch all those things not worthy of our love
Or fierce consideration
And with a gentle kiss
Extend the truth to all
And make them worthy
By this vision
Of the All

pi2005

Be my lover
Come soooo ftly
To the shadowed door
An entry to my place of rest
Surrender at its best
Our
Rhythmic breath
Enough for me to know
Your presence
….and I just might stir in sleep
And turn toward subtle scent
Portraying your soon entry
Carried on the breeze
From open windows
In the hallway
Of our dreams
A subtle seeming way
Of heavy ether forming
Tender nests of wonder
And surprise
Beneath our sleepy eyes
The lifting smile
Extends our hands in supplication
Gestures of our prayers
Held fast
In touch…
Warm breath
Upon our derma of desire
A blend of touch and feel
The real
The real
The real
We feel
We feel
We feel

Half sleep
The mind walks silent through the vessel
Tending
Touching
Tapping tender cargo for the future form
An expectation of the womb
Swelling thoughts of what might be
A point of light
Within the very soul
Within this form I house 2 souls
Child of the first of thought

Blessed be this form that house my soul and give it wings to fly
Through this body form I can once again touch
All the frozen images once thought to be no real knowledge
Can you forgive these reckless wanderings in erratic forms
And see that it is all part of the knowing
Irreversible continuence
Is merely accepting the ability to change into more dynamic forms
I speak through all those who ask me to
Ask me
And it comes without bearly forming the thought

My being is in you
Touch me and the flame is cooled to body warm
Mold me and I will once again form your hands in new movements
You’ve yet to learn and I’ve yet to see you in all your colors
Please be with mindful pleasure and we’ll surely never be
Other than
What is already
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