Don’t think I haven’t seen
Dark dawnings rising from your dreams
And eyes that haunt with nothing more than
Cunning grace
HA
Seduction in a stance
A lover’s trance
It
Rises if I chance to open to your sighs
Pretended for the
Songs of day
What may
Bee seen as musings
Laughter
Chatting of the coming
Summoning of
Logos in the Fall
AND
I (silent in my call)
Hear all my former voices
Calling U to me
Stomping at the edge of sea
Again
A call that neither Will
Brings up
To memory
But by the metaphor
Of mer and sand and brine
We once again in silence
Kneel before the shrine
While parts of you will
Recognize the siren song in me
Within faint gestures of desire
And rising of the seeded tides
Amid the waiting pier
(A moment of desire)
Sometimes I do forget
To listen
In the thrall of eyes
Like yours
Upwellings from the well of Hara
Spinning me to sea
A whoosh
A rush
Expansion of the grid
A cross
A skull
And fleshy
Souls sigh loud enough for all to turn
To watch
To see
One salty wash of tears
At once I turn away
To quickly leave
Fearful that you’ve
Seen the ghost
And gno I see our kin
Perhaps some yet named creature on the shore
A metphor for all
Will once again find voice to call
Those things that last
A place of no time in the future-past


2005pi

talasa2005


If found
Should then I change the mask I wear
Or cover mirrors on the walls
Close windows
Cower in the dark and weep?

They come
Those hungry reapers of the heart
And call me to their side
Those generations of the heart
Steeped high in mer mory
They wake!

Thirsty begging for the nipple of lost tides
And siren song
Leviathan lullabies
And screams of bliss in bloom
Re membering
Those former noisy silences we chimed together
With our drunken bawdy songs
Sending tremors through desire
Under tuggings of the moon

Troubadours
They were
They are
With cause to see this through
To witness
One more Fisher King’s demise
While I
A single breath
A remnant of the past
Hide waiting
For the echoed howls and
Hunted by the hound of God

If found
Should I relent and fall to final swoon
The tinctured thrall of
Chalices and thrones
Release and cry to all the worlds that wait..............

Beginnings

last night i stood at the edge of the ocean
ring around the moon
wet feet with socks on
to guard
against the sharp shells scattered on the beach
since the storms reclaimed our fragile sands
and laughed
and laughed
and laughed
laughed to the nothing
laughed at the silly things we say
laughed at my personal matters
that extend but 5 feet off the ground
fell to the sand
with grunge
and sand
and salt
smearing clothes and hair
no care
it all washes away in the end
no lights except the intrusive
florescent signs and traffic
impaling the surface of the mer
glaring reminders of our own intrusion
for one brief moment i wondered
if i were a bomb
i would vanquish all and
return the small
to the all
but
no way could i interrupt the cooing of
some passing lovers gazing
out toward the real darkness
....she rides her hand over his shoulders
he turns and places a kiss on her eyes
now i can’t laugh any longer
i walk to the ocean's edge and contribute
my share of salt tears
to the current
in this
i return to her

the thought is lost
but not the mirror of the incomplete
full well
among the rainbows / peacock’s tails
or frailties
set to surface in the face of possibilities
but too
the inconsistencies of care and want
not dissonance
against a mild abuse of former ways
Creates a hummmm
some counterpoint to finer compositions
held in hand
but as in truth the heart
beats syncopation
strums
refining scales and arpeggios of compositions
written in the ages past
but dear heart I can only speak
what gnosis tested formed
and now in best of being
blends this
symphony
new formulas and testings
in a vague uncertain soul-nata
until completed
so resting in the realms of love
we let the heart be judge and jury of our soul
dancing steps
the waltz
by masters of creations
what sets the way for all upon her ruddy path
the things of life are set at hand
right hand the sun and light and soul and all things seen
left hand the moon and deep and spirit and
all things from which we came to be
always ..letting the right know what the left is doing
the left know what the right is doing
living in the spirit opened to the hand of high
living for the soul…. creation’s care
and need for all that’s deemed divine… not want
then laid to word or canvas song or dance
or gestures of the heart
we’ve come from deep within the grottos of the
seasons
ancient callings
ancient patterns
conduits
filling empty vessels with the vision of possibilities
without rest or comfort given to us until
we place before the All our best
gods becoming hu man
hu man becoming gods
the final sequence of events before the new unfolds
no vein conceit
not prideful fall
but memory
of what began
long Before in future past
the heresy of the present
no dogma
no formal teachings of the way
but then
the simplest truth has always been the heresy
Piano
Pianissimo
Pianississimo

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aneurisko: a week or so ago
aneurisko: just before I left from work
aneurisko: scrubbing the instruments of Agriculture
aneurisko: I stood, literally, along the Tracks of time
aneurisko: on my Left hand was the Sun
aneurisko: on my Right hand was the Moon
aneurisko: both of them in Fullness
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: Me, inbetween
aneurisko: with arms raised out to either
tea_and_pi: the filiment of connection
aneurisko: and I said:
aneurisko: Let US be reconciled
aneurisko: It was an invitation
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: this is a True piece of History
aneurisko: no mere imagination
aneurisko: IT happened
tea_and_pi: i see this
aneurisko: just prior to This
aneurisko: I've been watching Sirius rise with Orion
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: and the Crescent moon was coming
aneurisko: she was full when she kissed the sun with me
aneurisko: but she began to wane
aneurisko: when half waned...guess where she went?
tea_and_pi: ?
aneurisko: upon the Bow of Argus
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: there she sat for Two days
aneurisko: half splendor of her brightened self when we kissed the sun
aneurisko: and she just sat there on the Bow
aneurisko: it was marvelous
aneurisko: besides which, it's a Celestial Fact
aneurisko: you can check it out for Astrological History, if you like
aneurisko: Here was the Golden Fleece hung on the Oaken Staff of Ares
aneurisko: and the 50 gave witness out of Orion
aneurisko: stomping on the Bleachers
aneurisko: it was funny
aneurisko: but we all gave thanks
aneurisko: and Eyes were opened
aneurisko: the Dead rose from their mountain clefts
aneurisko: the World sighed
aneurisko: and something Omnipotent was born
tea_and_pi: even under her great weight...first separation of cells
aneurisko: I feel all too humble now
aneurisko: and I kiss my heels
aneurisko: I bend over backwards for Grace
aneurisko: and I silently weep
aneurisko: one little touch of my inner Sun
aneurisko: and I will wail an ancient grief
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: i embrace us
aneurisko: this is the Burden of our Sight
aneurisko: that we Can bear IT, because we Will
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: then are the Heaven's rent
aneurisko: and is open the Inner Sanctum
tea_and_pi: but times i still tremble
aneurisko: ever tremble
tea_and_pi: you are stronger in this vision
tea_and_pi: its in this viewing
tea_and_pi: i press closer
tea_and_pi: like a child
aneurisko: even God prays to be a Child
aneurisko: for which Cause, We Are
aneurisko: "unless you become as a Child, you shall in no way enter the kingdom"
aneurisko: is this not the Root of our Existence?
aneurisko: Children All
aneurisko: Ever
aneurisko: Always
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: let us not pretend upon our Maturity
aneurisko: even the Maturity of God prays for Beginning
aneurisko: and God is said to seek that which is Past
aneurisko: and We too seek that which is Past
aneurisko: indeed
aneurisko: We come from the Future
aneurisko: as a seeker
tea_and_pi: yes…aneurisko
aneurisko: Being
aneurisko: can you count my tears?
aneurisko: will you measure the Oceans of the world?
tea_and_pi: i gather them as sustenance and blend them with my own
aneurisko: they still shatter me
aneurisko: I look around me with Prometheus
aneurisko: and he tells me of his Trial
aneurisko: he counsels my weight
aneurisko: I AM the Mountain
aneurisko: I AM the chains that bind me
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: cool them in my ocean
aneurisko: I pray
aneurisko: I weep
aneurisko: I accept my captivity
aneurisko: I suffer
aneurisko: and this remains, so long as They suffer
aneurisko: I will not abandon Them
aneurisko: I will not
tea_and_pi……
aneurisko: God may defy me
aneurisko: but I will not abandon them
aneurisko: nor shall God stop my tears
aneurisko: but Nature and Zoe herself supports me
aneurisko: I will not be abandoned!
aneurisko: Let God challenge Wisdom!
aneurisko: This is where the Line stops.
aneurisko: and I will endure IT.
aneurisko: All...I...Other
aneurisko: Enigma
aneurisko: Saaboath
aneurisko: God knows that Wisdom is the Bride
aneurisko: God will not contend with Wisdom
aneurisko: except to undress Her
aneurisko: which is Time in relation to Eternity
aneurisko: the Discovery
aneurisko: And Wisdom directs what God shall undertake in the Process
aneurisko: We Are the Children
aneurisko: and this makes Their, Our, Family
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: IT IS a Process
aneurisko: IT IS....Creation
tea_and_pi: you know this
aneurisko: and endure it, from before men call Experience
tea_and_pi: memory weighs heavy
aneurisko: "Before Abraham was, I AM"
aneurisko: but it is not All
aneurisko: There is a Place of perfect Freedom
aneurisko: where every possibility is Open
aneurisko: where yet what has been done may be done
aneurisko: but where yet what has not been done may be done as well
aneurisko: so Enthusiasm rules the Day
tea_and_pi: …..
aneurisko: This place
aneurisko: is our Home
aneurisko: it's where we are going, and from whence we came
aneurisko: it is One thing
aneurisko: it is Us, in Essence
aneurisko: and it is most Real
aneurisko: more than Time
aneurisko: does this knowing then
aneurisko: advise anything but patience and trust?
aneurisko: are we not given enough signs to know
tea_and_pi: presence
aneurisko: to discover our selves
tea_and_pi: generosity
aneurisko: wherefore then our pretended fear?

V days of wave and thunder
Dreamy visions at the hands of Mer
Sad tidings stirring
Clouds theatrical design
Across the sky
Acoustics for the siren’s call
From deep within some memory of U
The nether words

“Come close
And touch
All fine things hidden
Hazed and mirrored
As crude gifts
Cracked mirrors of my love
Reflections
Blue to green to gray
Reshaping canvas for the coming days”

Quiet at the side of roaring whispers
Points and signs for me to
See these things
The U N I
Both hu- man and de-vine
Fierce reckoning to see these bloody edges
Pages torn and scattered on the wind
An inner sanctum
Of our falls
Seeing all we love just out of reach
The words we shouted at the moon
Were written long before
These simple mortal longings
Danced their Sara beauty
Like a muse

Now here amid the everydays
My heart walks
Bearfoot in the waves
Unheard
My
Wild gasps
Here before the throne
Remembering
The Beloved
As brave brine words fall forth
From surf before the queen
She knows
She knows
No gold or crown will keep you from her side
All death will bide
For eons more
While looking in the mirror of beginnings

I have no desire to convince you
That you love me
If your first waking breath is not
The gasp of joy
Recognizing
Another day as
The Beloved
And
If your tears are not
In finding
Fathomless forms of beauty
Embracing us
In our garden of delights
And
If your tongue is not inspired
By the taste of
Ocean’s brine and blessings
And
If your ears fall silent to my
Cooings under your hand
And
The soft flutter of feathers
Are not in response to the rush of desire
Then our joy is naught
But phantoms
Echoes
Heartless mirages
In a dire desert
Diminishing what
Love’s potential
Holds for us as children of the muse
I’d rather
Find descent
Within the depths of arctic waste
And hope that in the times to come
A shift of poles will turn the seasons for all lovers yet to be

even now
Vast ages drawing closed and parted
Still remain within the core of
Our remembered being
Subtle calls
Stories told
A child’s imaginings
Inspiration by the muse
Tales told in amber dusk of evening
Over coffee
After meals of bread n brine

Before the lilith legacy or
Mediators of a mindless trance
Aeon’s dreams were held as dear
Form and matter for the mind to See
Sara’s latent
Living legacy
Intact
But for the opening

A knowing was secured
When speaking sweet encryption
Such as nursery rhyme
Sweet tales of newer times
Or falling in a lovers arms
In gardens of the soul
Faint hints
Within the deeper
Reaches up and whispers
“please ,….remember me”

For some the seed is scattered on the rocks
Finds fantasy a pointless goalless goddess
Meant for fools n folly

Others find a mild perception of the call
As sad sweet nuance of our anima design
A mild distraction in the world of held chaos

Then those that fall and stumble
With the urgency of
Children
At the beach
Tip head
Watch closely there between the waves
For symbols of the way we came
Confused but certain
Of the longing to return
Within the arms of source design
The place where one remembers
Mothers of the future forms
The Heart we now reside in
Likened to a dove held in the breast
A flutter of potential

Birdlike fools that find the potent folly
Music of the spheres
And puts old feet to dancing in the round
Jigs of joy
When seen
Might smack of madness
Laughter that might once be seen as witches
Under moons or seas of blue
Is seen anew
For
If one squints the eye of truth
And sees the light of every sun
Both dark n light
It might be said
She dances for us all
And notice…
Dust n fog that rises round the
Mild surrender seeks some
Willing breaths of matter riding on the wave
And squeals to heavens all
The inner makings of
Creation having her way
La la ollay! LA LA OLLAY!

Where once the memory of John
Songs of David
Surrender of Solomon
Jacob locked in battle for his life
In the arms of an angel
All the inner makings of a soul
All the striving of creation
Emerging
Of the new
Birthing pains
Screams and howls of pain
Sweat of those in servitude
Willing captives of the divine
Yes
Choice
Why do we remain
Within the eye of the storm

I’ve found that place of rest
And truly that is all it is…
Rest
Once filled
Once peaceful
Once within the place of no thing
All the parts of being stir like peepers on the verge of flight
And lift the eagles wings again
Into the very knight
The flight
Not from but to
Escaping all
That offered peace and solace for the weary
Rolling thunder of the oraborus trail
Lives not still within
But rolling
Mild
To frantic
Fierce momentum of the gods
A prime design
Software for all the All
As instruments of IS creation
Roars the gods in laughter,
“Silly mortals
True illusion is the peace
The real lie is your rest
The hand of god is/was/am
And
Always will be
The active element”
…..now I rest

yggdrasil

….and there our shadows merged
in that place of rest
a mere pressed
shadow
image in the grass
the shade of yggdrasil
winding now away the arch of shadow
toward the moon that
holds n trembles from
the chill of being lost

where once it cast our canopy
our cove
and lovers warmth… its sacred fire
cooled by melting polar caps
reveals
with gesture of a regal hand
sweeping over views below
a world
his realm
kingdoms falling to the deep
showing the beloved
fierce maintenance asunder
treasures
of the heart denied
upon embracing only memory
their hope of eons
rising of the Son
upon the mountain
now is
but a dream

watching as the phoenix rises
only then to fall the night to ashes once again
smoldering from blows of verbal fires cast
directly from the dragon maw
springs bursts from rocks
to rise in steam n hiss of tears
crystal flows n dissipates the mist
and all around the floral flavors shrink in shadow
red and green and blue
to gray like hues
such sacred mirrors
lost to cold and storm
tiny to its past perfection
now lays silent still
upon the hardened earth
gifts from Mother for the joining
scattered with the leaves of autumn
brown to blend return and be absorbed
within the cycle once again
and songs on a radio
static to the last of sound
one hears before we die
a blast from the past
pouring out the song
“ By by Miss American Pie”

…tossing and turning in all things human
Sleep won’t come
Full realm of all we are
Perfect bliss
Or things amiss
Spiraling down or up
Or both at once
Using the mental to examine the path
The heart to hold those things of value
The senses to test n taste what feeds both body n soul
Faster n faster
Closer together
Events and responses
No wonder we seek solitude
If only to take in at an even pace
For this there is a wise discernment
In those things we cherish most
Proven
Responded to
But fluid in the making
All matter fluid
All creation as well
Soul spirit
So what claim does one have on the philosopher’s stone
In truth the active element
Bends with perceptions
Is this a flaw in being human?
…then forms the prism of
Friendship
Freedom
Equality
To rest
Folded in their arms
Words of poets…what bliss is this
Willing to die for the fluidity of transitional truth
Holding the past as proven worth
Rebirth
The cycle once again
From here
No escape
,,,,,For madness death and pain
merely thrusts us back like disobedient children
Creation :the firm parent
Insistent that we get it right at any cost
So tell me
When all the All reaches for the ultimate Beloved
Does she accept the rose upon the endless fields of being
Or turn to that “no place”…before the zero
Longing
Again for the active element