Shin ing Pass

2007-09-03T17:24:00.000-07:00

There are these moments
On the edge or verge of no thing that
The strivings of some tentacle of vast beginnings
Reaches through
Something of the senses
Like an eye or ear
Emerges from the surface tension
Touched by gestures of this
Line of all beginnings
Thinned and stretched or timed
In rhyme
One might hear faint fierce whispers
Of the sighs sent to the moon
A lover’s swoon
In chorus here beneath the sigh of waves
Mere mortals make this sacred sound
The sound that like the bard
Tells all
And hopes there is the ear
Of our reflection
One Beloved
Close to earth
With ear to ground
Listening for tremors of the heart
Someone who just might
Gno
The secret name of God
We’ve whispered it with lips to ocean’s edge
All foam and froth
And clever smiles
We’ve whispered it against the shores
While grains of sand clung to our face and hair
In sweet abandon
Oh yes…and softer whispers as the flame rose
Bleaching burning derma up the spine
Soft grace
The spiral place
And now returning to the forest of the mind
My lips
Parched dry
The blessed thirst remains
And with these lips
……a kiss
Upon the bark and brine of sea air
Cloaked in fog
And worship as we may
So as to
Merge with matter
At the alter of a single oak

2006-10-23T07:25:00.000-07:00

the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above

its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with a paper cup
building yet another castle for the
coming dream of Unicorns

2006-10-23T07:01:00.000-07:00

from Thomas's Gospel,
"He who knows the passion of the beginning; knows also the passion of the end..."

“But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come to us than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some device had to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air, and that device was the art of the magical images whereby we visualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and he projected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard the words where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on the wings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, as they said in the ancient mysteries………………”

2006-09-16T07:37:00.000-07:00

Thinking about the fall lately and sure enough a 1001 items fall into me lap.
Somehow dreams are fun when a thought wakes us dreamy and wondering.
Something about not analyzing OR spiritualizing…but “Humanizing” …thus removing constraints…a sort of refining matter.

The drone
The cicadian drone
In the heat of evening mist
Heavy handed
Thunder from the bloom
Hummed through a comb
Of feathered fecundity
The song
The song
The Song of Songs
Holds us here
Believing in the unnamed spheres
Hinted at through blatant gestures
Stumbling childlike on the breaded path
Standing all anew
Upon the rock at water’s edge
To stretch
To arch
To face the Countries of the Summer Skies
While calling for the fire-like tendons
Once again to rise
And climb again the spinal structure to the stars

I no longer sing the Song of Songs
But lean upon logistics of creation’s cooing in the night
And swear by all the former tenets of the moon
To wait
Again
And again
And again
To fill these empty thighs with God

2006-09-04T04:59:00.000-07:00

Sparrow Rider
more than the pounding of hoofs
across the snow covered dreams
deep steppes
or shrieks and squeaks of leather
straining against ataunt clasp and kick of heels
more than the frantic rhythm
into the sides of anima or
urgent fields of callings
from the watching forests
bathed in night drippings
of an absent moon
but
sweaty
close mane d
blending of the steed and face of reason
forced forward
upward
and inward
and a blind blending
to grids and paths
without a cause or form
this slow motioned paradox of time and space
breathes a heavy storm
straight forward
in the spin of spiral nova mind

sparrow rider
thrown
released
and timed
descend by charge and change
again and again a
feathered follies find
course myriad of deaths and resurrections
flashing frantic in the house of mirrors
changing mounts for the
pouring of ships upon some empty moor
stampedes for future nothings
to forge all valleys of death
bridging the reign bows understrange stompings
rhythmed for those
things not yet imagined
while waiting on the question
that mirrors our own

vein musings i hold
these landscapes of varied visions
and all the while I watch
wonder
and wishwithin the garden
all those things Desire
thrusts our body toward

Creation Herself the Trickster!

...rather that I dance the head of pins
than fly these course comings again
and again

pi

2006-08-28T06:08:00.000-07:00

hound of god
http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/restoration.html

Last night I went with Shaheda and her son to see St. Matthew'sCathedral, here in DC
I am still in thrall. The murals and mosaics arebreathtaking. We stayed for the mass and heard an inspired preacherwho spoke of culture and the bible passages.Of all the beautiful art that surrounded me, the most impressive wasthe sculpture of Our Lady

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/ourladyschapel.html

I wish there was a bigger pic of this but perhaps on your computersyou can see the detail.NEVER have I seen her portrayed in this gesture. The longer I staredat her the more complex I realized the gesture to bee.I am nowlooking for more detail on the creation of this form and its artist.

Tell me ....what do you see????

Also.....When we first approached the cathedral I saw this amazing woman wholooked straight out of an old Garbo movie. Exquisitestance ...walked with a purpose and had a long black cape flowingover her shoulder. For a moment I thought of the old Nuns from mychildhood except she had her makeup on to perfection. I would haveguessed her to be about 60 or so maybe older.But her presence caughtme up and held my attention as if she was encased in a time warp.Later during the mass I saw her come up to communion and again sheflowed between the other parishoners as if she herself was invisable.After the mass I went over to some friends and heard some of the peoplewe had met at the church talking about her.It seems they say she is a bit excentric and homeless.And that every night ,after they close and lock the doors of thecathedral. ...she sets up a lounge chair with an umbrella on thesteps of the church and stays there. She tells them that she isthere to perform a healing.Well ...being a patron of the "foot in both worlds "I was impressedwith her psychosis. What a profound choice.I caught her eyes as she was setting up after church and we smiledat each other. Then I waved goodbye.

I think I saw, in that instant, an angel.....
don't make me explain...or qualify the grounding of our illusions but see it as metaphor.....and take instructions from the environment

isn't all life a metaphor???

anyways....

I step lighter knowing there is a being focused for our healing

2006-08-16T14:59:00.000-07:00

A dance of care or sell
around the blatant core
i find the new recurrance
of the way we seek to sour
the birds are dipping close to mer
the sea sighs in sojourn
the All is watching as the shore
increases its return
all the fae
all the bright
all the beings bourn of light
watch and sigh
wonders why
we cannot find
ways to fly
give me once
a heart to sour
tell me all your dreams and more
hold me in your firmest stance
cycle 'round our ways to dance
colors white
colors blue
know i am the I that's U
kiss me once
kiss me twice
gno the magic
moves in thrice
all we knead to gno
a magic faery show

2006-08-14T05:59:00.000-07:00

3:33...just came in from my little jaunt

forgot
it is tourist season at daytona...only 30 miles away but a soso ride with traffic
god how i long for the ocean
been away too long from Mer
the everydayÃ¢s set in so
talked with her a bit
we are sisters
she and i talked about giea
even though she (Giea)listened
mostly about girl things
she gave me a few ideas for some new paintings
i asked her why her gates have all these parking lots
steel sentinels gazing out toward her depths
they don't respect her
oilin and pissin and treading all over her pristine sands
and all her daughters and sons
preening and stroking their flesh with oils
some others
like me
all dressed warm and shivering in the 60 degree winds
snow birds standing almost naked in their pretended worshiping
Mer knows my ache and longing
still present in the dream that never sleeps
funny how dark glasses makes one feel invisible
maybe i was
i walked bearfoot in her foam like tentacles
had to chase a few of them
low tide , you know
i wore all white
and a white vest used in ritual a long time ago
roses on the pockets
i prayed
and laughed
and wanted to shout but
didn't want to scare the children
heehee
thought about beauty
and vanity
and conceit
how i used to strut nearly naked
and say to my lovers
"Love me for my beauty"
and they did for a while
i used to wonder if they knew
the millions of women that they slept with
when they came to me
then i would say to my lovers
"Love me as I love you"
they would look at me as a deer might
as the trigger is about to snap
...........and flee
then i would ask my lovers
"Meet me at heaven's gate"
but they never showed
so now as beauty fades
and fear has no place
and pristine sand is so far beneath the surface..
i ask my knowing lovers
"Let me love you. You have no need to touch...or run...
or even meet me at heaven's gate
just permit me to love."
Mer laughed heartily at all my musings
and said
"this love you feel ...
what do you do with it"
i said
"i create"
"ahh "
she said
"than you DO know the Goddess"
t

2006-08-11T07:59:00.000-07:00

http://www.wretchawry.com/happy/samples/HappyRhodes_Equipoise02_HeWillCome.mp3

http://www.myspace.com/teaandpi

2006-08-09T04:48:00.000-07:00

stellar migration faint stirrings of the mundane feather breezes in n on the winds of change ruffling shuddering flapping flapping flapping wings as if to shake some unseen core reminder of a place to be pacing pacing pacing stirring more momentum faint far callings in the caws n honks from traffic in dark distant skies cold shivers in my back form arches coaxing present form to stretch n lift again some nameless blind relentless pattern of the soul’s imaginings now bend blend bond n bind this vessel far above the fears of winds n tides lifting spreading glowing lapis shades in further flights beyond the stars as seed upon the solar winds submitting to these thermals of creation’s whim just one of countless lovers of all times to bee

2006-08-07T12:51:00.000-07:00

blurs of sand and loosened limb
fare well within the cyclic rise of Eden
ha
that is
fare well as doom and drum
the residue of change and tide
that bore
the vessel worn and mossed
upon the banks of Dunbar
active elements of all we see

the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

St. Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above
its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with but a paper cup
building yet another castle
for the coming dream of Unicorns

2006-07-08T04:34:00.000-07:00

The RainbowD.H. Lawrence
She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon. She wanted the moon to fill in to her, she wanted more, more communion with the moon, consummation....She stood for some moments out in the overwhelming luminosity of the moon. She seemed a beam of gleaming power. She was afraid of what she was.
________________________
moonlight ribbon on the darkened sea
new path to unknown shores of sand n rock
unseen
for now imaginings
alone prevail
n
leanings on the rail of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
of longing for the new
crisp winds!
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within a gentle reach
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
aloft this vessel
sails to keep the momentum
toward the never port
treasured cargo
seeding nations
riding both tempest and calm
for the pure joy of it all
from
veils of the
southern cross to
northern peacocks tail
curtains of color
announcing the magnet and the chain
full circle found
through mobius mortal
thought to be extinct
steady as she goes
creating wake
with the force of air
willing captive to the golden mean
full sail for countless final voyages
open
not empty
vessel
not cistern
instrument of the muses
not pawn of the fates
forming the world we thrust our hearts toward
embarking
fearless
to the countries of the summer skies

2006-07-05T11:46:00.000-07:00

I sometimes envy those that read the tales and reminisce their internal workings over the years. I have been scorned for never growing up. And that could well be precisely the truth. That literal place of the imaginal has never let its grip lessen in the least over the years. Although ,to notice , one would have to look in times of the unseen. Perhaps a certain indulgence …perhaps a fearce attachment to something tried and true.
Some would call it faith..I call it gnosis only because that is the only word close to my understanding of the process.
The metaphors are truer than the form when breeching prisms of the mind.. And still they remain Prime numbers in this vision. The only difference, that I have acquired over the years, is an ability to adapt. Is that what we all do?
I have figured out that the whole form is based on memory. The shelves of memory take on both the dream and the not dream….without prejudice. Alphabetizing them in the same library shelves ….and once retrieved in future times, is selected only to use in even more different forms…all of it.
There are laws of this realm as well as there are laws in other places of ventures and explorations. And to violate these laws removes your rites to passage. So for that reason all are kept in clear action /creation/discernment, appropriate to the moment and effective for the dance.
I wonder if this is a form of controlled schizophrenia. Hmmm even more interesting.
Perhaps my lounging /musing over this very thing is the same thing as I spoke of at the first.
That is, reflections on the internal makings of our creative natures and their sourceand much more our reflections of our reflectionsJ
Finding the boundaries where nothing is left to be said just starts the chatter all over.
MAN! I LOVE this place!!!!
SPLASH!!!!!
WHOSH!!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh…..

2006-07-05T09:44:00.001-07:00

because I was asked...an explanation:

… the Word without attachment, experiencing the real in the presence of the now.
Aneurisko is a fortunate treasure, friend, and cohort in mischief and laughter. We explore and expand our insights and explorations of the Work through the Beloved… allowing the various forms to manna feast through the logos/word .

aneurisko: I love, love, love...to bake chickens
tea_and_pi: try them with the cumin and red pepper
tea_and_pi: the hot kind
aneurisko: mental note*
tea_and_pi: and the sweet
tea_and_pi: a lot like Indian
aneurisko: I know nothing of Indian spice
tea_and_pi: cumin sutra
aneurisko: unless we speak Karma Sutra
aneurisko: I know the spice of Desire, well
tea_and_pi: delightful
aneurisko: taste my tongue, Lover
tea_and_pi: in the light of within
aneurisko: breathe my deep admiration
tea_and_pi: in sleepy trance of silent eyes
aneurisko: I dream your nearness
tea_and_pi: pools of fathoms
aneurisko: skies of eternal wandering
tea_and_pi: deeper than all we hold in time
aneurisko: broader than worlds men can guess
tea_and_pi: where only light
aneurisko: or light of heart aspires
tea_and_pi: beacons to the bed of stars
aneurisko: and welcomes every wanderer
aneurisko: Homecoming
tea_and_pi: embraces for the lonely souls
aneurisko: or memory of every hope
aneurisko: silent knowing
aneurisko: ever wishing, waking for the gnown
tea_and_pi: breath to breath
aneurisko: heart to Heart
aneurisko: deep unnnnto deep
tea_and_pi: whole for the space of the diamond heart
tea_and_pi: my hand your hand
aneurisko: ever reflected, more sure than any vagrant thing
aneurisko: solid substance
aneurisko: sustenance
tea_and_pi: sweet ambrosia
aneurisko: efflorescence of the Kind
aneurisko: come closer
tea_and_pi: pressed matter for the realm of worlds yet to be seen
aneurisko: present Child, Miracle in the face of men
tea_and_pi: wholly human w holy light
tea_and_pi: embraced in dark
aneurisko: wholly, wholly, wholly
tea_and_pi: blend and hold the space of a kiss
aneurisko: accepting and patient of every worth
tea_and_pi: creations wave
tea_and_pi: in dreams
aneurisko: the motion of honest Desire
tea_and_pi: tsunamis of the heart
tea_and_pi: the motion of honest Desire
aneurisko: or whisper of our secret hopes
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Self contemplative
aneurisko: awesome worth
tea_and_pi: an endless birth
tea_and_pi: fruit of the all
aneurisko: more humbly known and born
aneurisko: than orphans or widows
aneurisko: more common than grass
aneurisko: more bold than the Sun
tea_and_pi: within the depths of soil moist for the seed
aneurisko: we are
aneurisko: ready for the Light
tea_and_pi: deep within the night
aneurisko: latent, potentiality
tea_and_pi: .....i rest within the arms of down
tea_and_pi: wings of eagles
aneurisko: ....i plumb within the arms of Cedars
tea_and_pi: arched for flight
aneurisko: branch of ages
aneurisko: Arch of Might
tea_and_pi: songs of air through the branches
aneurisko: forms of light upon the Aeons
tea_and_pi: shade for the chirplings seeking shelter
aneurisko: strength of prospect for the seeker
tea_and_pi: wing and limb upon the stage of time
aneurisko: arm and torgue of might upon the rage of crimes
aneurisko: Virtue
tea_and_pi: worthy
aneurisko: we are, perhaps
tea_and_pi: worthy in the warmth of sun mere shards from being
aneurisko: more than we know or confess
tea_and_pi: dream with me in the host of dreams beneath the season of new
aneurisko: I find Zero
aneurisko: then revolve the Course of every Thing
aneurisko: Eye of the Hurrah Cain
aneurisko: I AM rest
aneurisko: We ARE ALL
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Alpha/Omega
tea_and_pi: draw in to the center in rest in breathing before the wave
aneurisko: breathe
tea_and_pi: i am your breath
aneurisko: beware the sudden heartbeat rhythms
aneurisko: breathe deep, and trust
aneurisko: rest to breathe
tea_and_pi: in the sleep of mortal that we are
tea_and_pi: we rest

2006-07-03T04:10:00.000-07:00

When poet Donald Hall met with sculptor Henry Moore, he dared to ask if Moore believed that there was a secret to life. The response astonishes: "The secret of life," Moore answered without flinching, "is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for your whole life. And the most important thing is - it must be something you cannot possibly do."

Soror mystica

Conceiving of a form
That’s greater than the self
Extended tangent to the metaphor of life
The dance
For in the image left to self but holds the motionless

The force of spiral dynamics creates
Kether to Malkuth
Malkuth to Kether
Lovers in the round
And all the paths that lead
To fruition
The frail stem
Blue apples on a single tree
Fruit of the vine

2006-06-30T05:51:00.000-07:00

…yet they persist
deep wells within the dark
to rise
like bubbles from the sludge
mid loch
slow mercury ascent from fathoms
centered in the earth
emerging painfully from Giea’s groin
a hive queen
fed with silver Grails
the royal honey
from the place of dreams
sedentary spewing out the larvae
for the coming hordes
the mark of beasts
He man g o ma
placed within
without
crossed swords of blades
upon the spine

the visions come in random
forced by generation’s marks upon
the body and the soul
the visions flow
and force the like to form

tattooed callings at the waters edge
and wait my turn to tell the shrill cry
Merbird sighs
“Submerge and be!
Put here
your hand with in the wound and see!”

then dive beneath the foam of swift reproach
and flinch with scoff and tides
that say the malady will soon subside

what are these portraits
lightening strikes of space and time
that haunt the waking dreams
they taunt
and tease
and find us on our knees
in thrall
proclaim their beauty in the dark
and mock our fall

the form we share
as all
is singled out to hear the whispered call

And oceans flowing from those I’s that sea
Return and speak again
To that part of the you that’s me

2006-06-27T11:19:00.000-07:00

your wrong
it will always be heard
...and i never tire of the deep rumble
bridge o sound
whale song
Solomon's
rider of the seas
from pole to pole
with ear to shore
or inland in the maze of mountains
i am here
attentive to the inner makings of a heart
...and cry the rush of creation
assured the he is well
and suffers his own addiction to life
blessed be
blessed be the He

2006-06-15T07:41:00.000-07:00

What else but silence
Curious tilt and scowl
Noting lithe limb and silken skin
Mild morphing under luna light
On random nights
Music breeching through the tethered trees
A slithering
Soft deep massage upon my weary stance
Whats this?
Attending angels to the whims of heart?
Imagined kindness
There upon my brow?
What now
The nature of the lifting tried and true
Mer e counterpoint to earthly treasures
Who knew
Natural as the morph from birth to death
A single breath
Remains within the metaphor
Of paths to doors
Linear prisms seen now through
Long holographic hours
Elementals
Korrigans in trees
And me upon my knees
At Monsalvat
Waiting on the unicorn
Again
And again

2006-05-25T12:54:00.000-07:00

I feel the dragon’s weight
I feel the chains of memory
A vestment
Laden with the vines
Of angel’s sleep
And eon’s keep
Across my breast
Heavy heavy
Pulling at the heart of hearts
And shaping for the master
Fangs of Woden
Meant to sever
One more fine aortic rush
A remnant such
As found in Titan lore
That we could never quite ignore
Arched over signs and symbols told in tale
A bardic veil

And John
Who speaks his name aloud
To past remaining portions of my soul’s consent
He speaks aloud
In whispers to the
Now awake
He spoke
And wore me like a mantel
Bore my gold
And called me for his own
From distances not measured by the mile
Or recognized …
.
For fire
Consumed me
Led me
There
In thrall
I cried his name aloud
Releasing to the all
A piece of soul
My soul
And forged a vacancy
No other can attend
No way to mend
Creation’s void

So now I wander
Quite alone the darkest deep
To touch the walls or find the limits
Of this new domain
And call to
Rivers
Chasms
Fields
For those that have attended
Gatherings of angels
From the reign of clouds
That gathering
Across the endless vast horizons
Of the heart
For we have much to share
Within the
“Eye of Aeon”
Entry to the Cave of Treasures
Hand in hand our kin
Will surly rise again
The waves of wonder grounds us to the real
Our scales and feathers
Raise us to these clouds
And calls us to the see
And all the while Leviathan
Rests easy at our feet
Tame by comparison

We all can claim the history of pain and growth
But not until our heart
Has fallen under foot
Gorged from our chest
And offered from His bloody hand upon the alter
Ripped and forged to steel
And downy wing
A instrument of Kings
Can one begin the wise caduceus to the stars
A final death
So as to open up our Eye to sea
The map of our creation
Our participation
Fearless
Relentless
Unbending
Bonsai to the stars

May25,2006

2006-04-20T22:55:00.000-07:00

Whereas the grid in hand
Is worth the Stone
The hum and thrum
The pulse of being
Gieas heart beneath me feet
I bend again to place me
Ear to ground
Me face to sand n brine
N flow to other times
In present past

If heart should serve me well
Then one must surly tell and sea
The wave of tidal breath
That moves the shift n grind

And with the sound
The Word
A birdie call is heard
Tremulous and shrill
As if the force of nature streams to closing

"Angels hear me all !
Rise the Aark of Coven!
Let the Song of Songs begin!"

While few and far between
Dispersed
In random dark
With passion
Opens up the heart
Lovers all
Have heard Creations call
To gnu Beginnings

2006-04-18T23:12:00.000-07:00

The haunting of a new design
Placed present in the lift o wings
Few birds
Left high among the branches of the coming season’s
Lifting of the blood
Perhaps a futile call to flight
Or night
Where hunger rules

Atop the rock in the sun
I rest
Fur warmed and stroked with textured tongue
A paw to clean the residue of
Hunting from my lips
Free filaments o pollen off me whiskers
For the spacing of the day

Some resident gray rodent
Butterfly or bird
Might be the newest prey
I say
A shattered growl
To those
That just might venture to this thrown
Without a veil or treasure of their own
Fair charge to dragon dungeons
Chains to hold us here
Be fearful
Find
And force the path to new directions of the heart
Then
Pet me if you dare

2006-04-15T08:26:00.000-07:00

the little quakes
more of a rocking motion
flowing fields as if a gentle breeze
had stirred their stance
but what breeze brings
about
the barking dogs
the squirrels to trees
the rabbits to their wholes
or Sets the steeds to dust n thunder

painted eye of hours
bent to
count
the ladders prongs

2006-02-24T04:48:00.000-08:00

"to see the world in a grain of sand"
its not the flame of setting suns
nor the deer in flight
that sends me to thrall

rather the strivings that we share
and how the form we
sculpture there and here
creates potential
movements of our walk
upon these fields of being
something passed to generations
something for the real
something sculping all the ways to feel

Ah …a seer fully present in the day’s

Of number’s worth

And every second placing all upon

His gold -rimmed plate

The pure reality

Delight in struggles passion for the real

So carefully exposing one small

World in “grains of sand”

Each holographic image

Of the All

A perfect reach

And knowledge of the once

Eternal fall

The shaman with a foot in endless worlds

And present for the rituals that mark the path

(A stroking of the foot that set this path to his delights)

Rattles shaking

Ethers wisely finding/choosing herbs to heal

Or words to make us feel

With breadcrumbs from the meals

Last makings

For the Queen of linen

Building alters to the male

The Muse and inspiration for these bardic tales

The Goddess guise

Full form

Sea priestess for the Mage

An offering in gestures of a home

The living’s perfect throne

Where high on stadiums of ancient gods

The least can see

The parting of the oceans

And a way to Sea

So if I am a witness

As adjacent grain of sand

With sweet abandon do I hear your tales of rhyme

And I

Like her

Contain the whole of being there

As goddess of the life we all must share

As part of all the place and form of being

Building yet another alter there

To lay

In perfect prone

For all in adoration of the worth

Upon the shore of endless sands

In gratitude to all the lesser gods of Earth

And Matter

All mere elements beyond the perfect 4

This mortal coil hosts

Offerings of light upon the endless alters

Flowers from the garden of potential

A beauty rare

There

Portrayed

In simple presence

Of two hearts alone together in the round

My bliss is in the

Actuality of love in all its frailties

Held slightly there intact by choice

My bliss is knowing that this world holds beings

Wrapped in maps of greater strivings

Than the billboards set for drones in thrall

My bliss is knowing that if all this place of matter disappears

In angst

Or star-formed cataclysm

Random dire events forced by the averages of time

That there was on the shores of being

Two mere lovers in the round

Fully there

And present to the simple place of love’s intent

A struggle for the things of life

That’s meant to bee

Perfect presence on the path of

One mere

Poet’s brief encounter

With infinity

....(written with lv and respect for lover's held in perfect presence to the everydays)

2006-02-22T03:39:00.000-08:00

And yet

I find these brave souls

Campers in the fog

Upon the mountain

As me best companions

Pockets full of D batteries

And a plastic flashlight

Sentinels

By the edge of the road

Only thing is

I never have been able to tell

(And I have asked them more than once)

…just what they do with all that light and dark and gray

2006-02-21T03:52:00.000-08:00

"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us."
~ Author unknown

We do

We do “know more than we can say”

And from the very first

The Word has struggled to conceal

As if some secret name of God

Might once

Just once

Reveal

A comfort so profound

That its mere mention

Would entice a hidden bliss

A song or word

That means

A union

Or re union

Just one last sweet siren song

That sings our endless times

Of washing up on shores

The drama dreams

That keeps us looking out to sea

Thigh deep in brine and sand

A touch of real

Beneath our hand

I’m here within the multitude

That ventures to the edge of seas

Alone

Together

Gathering

With in and out of empty hands

Reflections of the stars

That glide upon the breakers

In the night

A part of me observes

The folly in the making of a Fool

And yet

All diamonds gathered

In the palms of Fools

We offer on the alter made of stone

Built long before we stepped

Out of

The brine

Perhaps it’s this alone

The indestructibility

Of all that can reveal

An indestructibility of all that we can feel

2006-02-11T03:43:00.000-08:00

To feel the moon

Move through my blood is no mere dream

To please

Or open queenly stance

Its rather of the soil and mud

We reach our body through

A body flavor

Tasted by the whorls of ruddy liquid

Coursing through these veins

Our inner eye that sees

Our inner ear that hears the rhythm

As a counterpoint of

Ancient drums

I’m looking at

The place of all emerging flower patterns

In the sky

And I

Hum softly some

Random scatterings

Across the floor

Creating in the mind

Moses Staffs

That turns to snakes before the Kings

Or serpent tangled trees

Or is it lay lines of the earth

Not seen but gnoing the effects

And worth

Unlearning constellations

So as lovers we can relearn

All the valleys of the flesh

Re membering

All former shadows

Of our parts we scattered or’ the Nile

Twin mates within a womb of wombs

Retold as tales

To children in the round

A bedtime story

Of what love holds for us all

Not just one fall

But endless scamperings around the maze

Little furry things

We lift our eyes in wonder

As we finally stop looking at the walls

Lift voice

And make some birdie calls

2006-02-04T04:05:00.000-08:00

to have heard/read one song
one tremulous and ancient voice
reminder
that the lines and colors of the soul
are but vague words
few shades of evening on the endless spectrum
of our dream imaginal
i live
the place of dreams
and dance
the chords of lines across the sky
horse tails
fish scales
the only vision in the place
of wind and sea
yes
treasure in and from the eyes
where past the word of tongues
a silent lift of gnoing
glimmers in the glance between
our breathing
seeming
ways
...i have to smile
and notice as your body shifts upon the chair
i saw the gesture there
that let encryption of the heart
be known
the winged one
you are
hands folded in disguise
your mask told all
while all the senses turned at
once both
here and there
casual in conversation for the world to see
but all the while our souls had lifted to the place of "yes"
and formed another
limb full bloom
beneath the oak and elm
separating roots
entwined within the earth
reversed
to depths unknown
forming waves and curtains on the wall
persephone's persistant dream
as i recall
to keep the dark at bay
and all the while your breeze of breath
had opened all the curtains wide
to gaze upon the coming dawn
.....but first
the passing of the night....

2006-01-31T04:46:00.000-08:00

There are these moments

On the edge or verge of no thing that

The strivings of some tentacle of vast beginnings

Reaches through

Something of the senses

Like an eye or ear

Emerges from the surface tension

Touched by gestures of this

Line of all beginnings

Thinned and stretched or timed

In rhyme

One might hear faint fierce whispers

Of the sighs sent to the moon

A lover’s swoon

In chorus here beneath the sigh of waves...

Mere mortals make this sacred sound

The sound that like the bard

Tells all

And hopes there is the ear

Of our reflection

One Beloved

Close to earth

With ear to ground

Listening for tremors of the heart

Someone who just might

Gno

All the secret names of God

We’ve whispered it with lips to ocean’s edge

All foam and froth

And clever smiles

We’ve whispered it against the shores

While grains of sand clung to our face and hair

In sweet abandon

Oh yes…and softer whispers as the flame rose

Bleaching burning derma up the spine

Soft grace

The spiral place

And now returning to the forest of the mind

My lips

Parched dry ...

The blessed thirst remains

And with these lips

……a kiss

Upon the bark

the bark with brine of sea air

Cloaked in fog

And worship as we may

...we may

So as to

Merge with matter

At the alter of a single oak

2006-01-28T05:23:00.000-08:00

pi are square

the comfort sheets and feathered pillow
are but launching pads for eagles flown and doves return
former fair games for children in the vision of the mind
a certain kind
as open doors received them all accountable
for years of play (sometimes dismay in repetition)
but mostly to the realms of edges/verges
not unseen
but dreams waved off as fantasy
that's true

and all
the greatest teachings
earth timed
poured and moored
from aprons of the mind
(the Mason kind)
as all were gathered round the sacred fire
or lifted to the skies in ships of unknown alloy
OH and classrooms of a sort mundane
or lone quest in the wooded forest
there among the creatures feral
tame by comparison
and then
the recent crowded classrooms in a labyrinth of universities
with Bosch-like stairs

the secret 10 unburdened all their wares
into the pockets of a child
a noisy bunch they were...
then as the time of matter happened
there I stood
in routine mudras
fast preparing for the day
that saddest day
they left
they went away
.....I cried

for all the sadness in the sound of silence
thundered like vast vacuums of the spheres
not once imagined in these planes of earth

never did I know such silence
never but a kiss upon the cheek
or mild farewell
just thunder silence
how was I to know the Aeons sight
was held at bay
the gift of meager mind could not reflect these things
they could have left a sign
or templates of their Gold
or maybe just a Stone

I thought and wondered
what grave sin did I commit
why would they not let me come home
so changing clothes to once begin the days routine
a shift to bring
the All to matter form
oh yes
and all the gifts
they took them too
and left inside one pocket
such a tiny seed
perhaps a coin
I’m never sure
and in the other pocket
placed 2 promises that I should keep

course and clumsy
now i scaned all worlds for one fair sign
to find the placement of such items of the gods
why bother when they could have placed it there themselves?
so that I just don’t bore you with the details of the past
its just to say
...time past

for love I lent the coin the seed and fell it to the rocks
and watched
while my own foggy sight
drew foggy portraits of illusion's cause
and yet
not so
but paradox
the soul pierced gladly
thrice within these grave attempts

so now
I fast retrieve these gifts
Two placed anew
now I will not with any hesitation
Set my hand within the wounds
and see if furtile ground can bleed
and feed
and grow
this oak or apple tree
before I set such precious seed or coin

earth time will pass an urgency to find
fruition of the tiny task
one sign
no number
casting back
no thing
no fear
into the Giea plan
geometries
across the grid

realization in the acceptance
not the giving

2006-01-21T04:01:00.000-08:00

long waiting in the desert of the mind
hard derma full encapsulating steady sleep
the fragile point of all beginnings
waiting on the moisture breech
a liquid reach
that feeds a timed response
within
and then
expands n stretches first the life-ped
stable held to place
positioned for receiving grace
expansion reaching slow minute meanderings
away from all geometries of earth
reach reaching toward the son
…..though futile in the reaching
still one thrives within the warmth
relentless
until death
we'll turn to follow
face
and find
life’s banner for the real
moonlight ribbon
in dark of night
a glance toward
moonlight ribbons on the darkened sea
shimmering the path
toward unknown shores of sand n rock
yet to be seen
for now imaginings
alone prevail our
leanings on the rail
of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
and desert sands
sails sighing
longing for the new
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables and
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within
a gentle reach
a tree side sleep
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
stomp stomping underfoot
a shadow trance
a mummers dance
reflecting all the dark sides of the moon

2006-01-18T03:40:00.000-08:00

pi2004

Eros and Psyche

it was always you
each touch of human hand
upon my tiny brow
when kittens sitting restless on my lap
or all the sweet scent of new fields in play
or galloping down hillsides to the stumble fall
...and laughter

it was always you
the downy blankets
folding up the child in dark of night
slight shadows in the closet
soft scamperings across the floor
the unknown elememtals from the
crevice in the wall
...and dreams

it was always you
when first a stolen kiss upon my lips
fell wet and silly from your
worry
I would run
....I did
but then returned
and shared some tales from ancient lands
relentless myths
....and smiles

yes
always you
the one I cried for at the fountain
of our youth
and stirrings in the real
wells overflowing
magic brine from eyes to match their dreams
.....always the eyes

each love
another you
a magic in the round
each heart
symphonic risings on the path to be
I stretched
and leaned
and tried to hear the whispers from
your hidden lips
a messenger of love
beyond what might be heard
glossolalic sound
the words
the crys of joy and pain
demanding that I look for you again
in dark of night
.....I did

it's always you
each heart of lover mate or friend
each pointing in their way
the Way
to Oz
where
Scarecrows Tinmen Lions at the gates
both shout and whisper

"find the endless Others
Lovers gesturing for you to wait"
....I waited

and just once
just once you truly came to see
just once you truly knew
that it is
here for us to sea
then just as fast dismissed it with a smile
the turning of the soul
proclaimed
earths shifting poles
a scattering of former holdings in the night
...i fell
...i cried
...i truly died

no rumplstilskin turning hay to gold
no merlin magic blending you to me
just memory of memory
the inner dreams between
the real
and how we feel

once....
just once
at all beginnings
in that place we met
on beds of grace
concealed
revealed by lanturn
ahhh
such untold beauty...
an angelic face
revealed and posed
our beacons to the place of bliss

drawn by some forces other than our own
i felt the true as raptured bliss
a single kiss
before i turned to stone
...I'm once again alone

2006-01-15T05:52:00.000-08:00

From Dion Fortune's "Sea Priestess"

"I am she who ere the earth is formed
Was Rhea Binah Ge
I am that soundless boundless bitter sea
out of those deeps life wells eternally
Astarte Aphrodite Ashteroth
Giver of life and bringer-in of death
Hera the heaven on earth Persephone
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
All these am I and they are seen in me

...Drink of the waters of Persephone
The secret well beside the sacred tree
Who drinks the waters of that hidden well
Shall see the things thereof he dare not tell
Shall tread the shadowy path that leads to me
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
Selene of the Moon,Persephone"
____________________________________________________

Persephone Rising

waves of being
pass or' dreams
relentless in the risings
as those things that bleed
or need
such due consideration
love's determination to proceed
without caution
in fearless steppings over
being and not being
indifference to the question
can one gno
...to godlike fists in challenge
toward the ruddy skies
and one last matter of our big and little death
death as all deaths seen before
once again restore
or float
or fall
consider the eternal all
vertigo when set to mind

but then considering the smaller deaths
fretting at the thoughts and wonders
spoken outside of my realm of understanding
if i try to hold each word
to cause and meaning nature suffers
(poring over notes)
for this as tried and true to artists brush
a flowing paint of sound
movement through the interplay
of rift past rift
the compliment
is in the different knowings
owning all or one…
i sea the one…just one
again i say i see your care and patience
finding
voice to speak all names of gods
performing ciphers through the mind to brush
in comprehension
yes
again we turn toward excellence as well
as from the Will
and yet the shape and form
flows through our fingers
like the sacred springs

thought i
“long of words
that i might be attached to
what comes underhand?”
(your suggestion reminded me to consider this)
there may be places that this might be true
within a space of time
4
if it doesn’t fit within my car(e)
when once again i set to shift my presence
from one place to place or' all the earth
“things”
are discarded
left
or given to a place of need
its in my heart to carry
only those things that remain eternal
love
care
trust
friendship
and freedom
manna
served to each as wedding cake from one another’s hand
this union of elements
performing the will of an unnamed source
that we hold close to our
being

talasa

2006-01-13T05:04:00.000-08:00

what i will never understand
Is
why
I linger at the door
the darkened shore
knowing that far fainter callings
might be willing to return
or cast a hungry eye my way
and share a beaconed path
across the endless fathoms
grids
above
below
east and west
it shatters all our dreams
with
life's divisions
ancient portraits
lost portrayals
marking entrance
to the sacred groves behind me
while i ache this vision out to sea

what makes a pilgrim worthy
to proceed
i've yet to understand
the longing or the dance of endless dreams
the ones that
still mask faces in the sky
and apparitions in a crowd
and flocks of sea birds
in the thrall of change
the only knowing is that knowing
and the only key
is in the eyes
i sea
the fiercest storm
mountains of blue bending waves
that crash upon the sands beneath my feet
both hold and shift
these feet that finds the tide
and ticks the levels of the moon
waste high
it holds me fast
while I both drink and drown beneath her surf
willing captive
to the ruddy skies' reflections in the moistened shore
but somewhere I demand
a place or rest
of peace
to turn the habit of the days
and mark with pen in hand
the vision of a hope for
wirness in the round
more than a bard
or scribe
but evening tide
but banter brew and brine
across the table with a friend

2006-01-10T01:16:00.000-08:00

manhem

each step
a fading star
folds cap souls
at our feet
a tidal foam's
caress
an emptyness
cacooned within
a blanket womb of
woven thread
silk worm wood

moist step
no path
beneath the azure fog
cloaked heavy or'
the kelp bed
crossing lines

the passage of a day
displays dune indigo
....and all i hear are
moon call 's
tidal foam
and shuffle
spraying diamonds
from the crystal sands
that flow
and rest beneath our feet
soft sound's
n currents
tugging
strumming rhythm
with the song of siren's
whispered call
that lifts the gentle gasps
from dolphins whooshing past
.....and one small night bird
gazes out to sea
intent
as if some lover
beaconed with a flutter's
silent sigh
a breathy bidding
to extend horizons
of desire

while all this time
blue whales and creatures deep
lift darkly days
break waves
and fitfully
turn currents
fleshing
inner lights
of songs we sing
"Come see
Come sea"

2006-01-09T05:59:00.000-08:00

sketch
pi2000

all former selves that went before
both lend and drink the tears
that carry groan
and tear a heart asunder

this fierce determination
told in rhyme
a battle that
our grace is lent
how gifts are spent
is for the gods to know
sometimes they show
in dreams

how is it that
the hammer of the gods
is sown within our flesh

is this the rage of endless generations
as i see in dreams
or something of this generation
that you lay witness to
and
if the hero
once again
should venture to the hearth of self
or venture to the garden of the soul
such strange reflections of such things
not now
or ever in the mind of man
or woman
rests and waits
n talks of templed floors
and distant shores
and so much more
… the threshold of the heart
so rather than be once again
a pesky hound of god/goddess
rather that is shown the realm
of want or need
can never once exceed
the gifts at hand
for this we pray the words of
distant horizons
other times and spaces
readying
arrivals
at
knew
ports of wonder

2006-01-07T05:58:00.000-08:00

COMMUMION

Yesterday,I went on an interview for a small job in a church. Actually a repair job for a former painting of the last supper, I placed in the sanctuary last year. Our last tour with hurricanes had destroyed just about all of the church except the painting on the wall.That had remained intact.Now they wanted me to do some additional work to fit it in to the new sanctuary . So while survaying the portions of repair and negotiating price, She asked ,"Are you a Christian?Have you received Jesus as you personal saviour?" I stared at her tranfixed and wondered why I found this question reminisant of the inquisition.More than once I have been confronted with this imposing challange . A memory flashed by of a much younger woman , I was waiting for my "two for one pizza with everything", at a Pizza hut.And a vested young couple cornered me with this question. ...Are you a christian? And how do you KNOW you are a Christian? I said ,"Yes I am a Christian. And I know I am a Christian because I did not tell you to "Fuck off".Much silence prevailed after that and again I welled up the wrath of God.When I got home, my pizzas were burned on the bottom and tasted like what I would have imagined scorched flesh to taste like. So when this woman, at the interview, asked me this question,rather than using the fire of reaction,I responded, "lets talk about that another time." This seemed to satisfy her for the time being. Then, as if in a Steilberg movie,I flashed to a vision of the past .... seeing the eight year old child, having secrectly touched the Eucharist.... secretly within the guise of deep prayer after opening wide to the sacred intrusion on my tongue by a much too handsome priest.I KNEW I was damned to hell for all eternity for such a dier act of pride.How dare the child touch the transfigured flesh of God.Both my Irish mother and Italian father had instilled in me the rules and regulations of our Catholic upbringing. Mortal creation reaching back to touch the divine.Sacralige...a worse sin than any fallen angel's pride. Of course ,now the mortals dispense the communion from hand to hand, we set the Holy of Holies upon our own tongue. Does this mean I was fortunate not to greet death before we evolved worthy to place hand to host...now with only subtle feigned solumn prayers, a simple amen when shown the"Lamb of God? HA...Have we evolved to the place of angels? What made us worthy? When I think that a simple act of faith and trust and belief was not enough to keep me from opening Pandora's box as a child...I have faint understanding why I open them all so feverishly now. Perhaps on the chance that our evolvment in the very act of observation of the hidden fruits brings another kind of salvation.The unnameable. The vague. The unattainable.The thing most desired. But where is the knowledge I should have obtained in exchange for my immortal soul.Has it now been returned to me by acts of the church...or acts of God/Goddess. What others judge as the fall has sense implied resurrection.What others have seen as saving grace has been an endless fall. How is it that the Lion's at the gate roar at our entrance only to later be the very lovers spent breathless in the round. I now have but one belief...that of paradox...and lovers/friends entwined in that very spiral...touching the face of God.
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tea_and_pi: i have been writing a lot
aneurisko: I am a number of years old
tea_and_pi: poring out of late
aneurisko: as you ought remember
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: I like that you seek me
tea_and_pi: always
aneurisko: I keep much privacy still, as you can imagine
tea_and_pi: compassed and lighthouse
aneurisko: mountains crumble to the sea
aneurisko: but there is still, U and Me
tea_and_pi: we are forever friends accomplices and associates
tea_and_pi: brewing up the
tea_and_pi: stirrings
tea_and_pi: of
aneurisko: accomplices
tea_and_pi: silver cauldrens
tea_and_pi: lol
aneurisko: Oaken floors
tea_and_pi: i guess
tea_and_pi: at times
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: don't get ahead of yourself
aneurisko: the moment is sacred
aneurisko: let's be careful
aneurisko: can you indulge?
tea_and_pi: every moment is sacred
tea_and_pi: never otherwise
tea_and_pi: a way of being
aneurisko: sensitivies of thought
aneurisko: subtle wires of secret weaving
aneurisko: norns and eyrines conspiring
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: i falter only to see the limb wave in the breeze....sparrow setting the stance
tea_and_pi: weaving with the wind
aneurisko: and my prowling in the embankments
aneurisko: 5 to attention
aneurisko: One to stand
aneurisko: ....Felis Exempliforis
aneurisko: Totem Me
aneurisko: and Shaman Songs
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: what else to expect?
tea_and_pi: whistled tremelous and bold
aneurisko: shuffling cardboards, moving knights
tea_and_pi: manned across the board
tea_and_pi: full sized and fearce
aneurisko: stalling rooks and undermining rights
aneurisko: WHO IS the Bishop?
tea_and_pi: empassioned pleas for passage
tea_and_pi: lol
tea_and_pi: LOL
aneurisko: tell, tell, tell
tea_and_pi: were you the passage from the deep...
aneurisko: eh...it was all of parts in distant voyage, questing worth
aneurisko: that's all
tea_and_pi: i gno
aneurisko: a lovely sight...all told
tea_and_pi: if i were to tell the sights i see ...the dancing round your soul
tea_and_pi: our soul
aneurisko: emerald emergence
aneurisko: E frame Designs
tea_and_pi: emeralds rubies
tea_and_pi: diamonds
tea_and_pi: at their best
aneurisko: Stood at the foot of the Mountain
aneurisko: up to my knees the vast particulars of ageless gems
aneurisko: like sands on the sea
tea_and_pi: fell to the summit
aneurisko: there one stood
aneurisko: poised upon the Ruby Veign
aneurisko: aloft, the experience of ancient talent at work
aneurisko: aiming to make ancient trophies of vast renown
tea_and_pi: tears i feel .....full brine to the full mer's depth of being
tea_and_pi: we've yet to see
aneurisko: stuck to the Root, the Veign gave way
tea_and_pi: we've yet to know
tea_and_pi: i have something for you
aneurisko: leaching virtue into the branched virtue
tea_and_pi: i have a stone
aneurisko: like faith unto faith
aneurisko: whispering our enterprise...
aneurisko: friendships' kiss
tea_and_pi: whispering
aneurisko: come closer
tea_and_pi: i give all to this
aneurisko: I twist down upon the Winsa
aneurisko: Winding what Aeons gnow
aneurisko: bending, churning...fleeing the Angles
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: yet...We fall
aneurisko: and men may expect the sudden Surprise
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: the fall eternal
aneurisko: such ears to hear
aneurisko: you have, and for your heart
tea_and_pi: our heart
aneurisko: yes...and what hope we share
aneurisko: membering that pure aspiration
aneurisko: hid or otherwise disclosed
aneurisko: among the dainty fields of sheer honesty
aneurisko: a secret healing
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: magic of the sprites, lovers, and yearning youth
tea_and_pi: i breath
aneurisko: lovers surround here abouts
aneurisko: desperate, almost, to catch my attention
tea_and_pi: and envy
aneurisko: pleading into the day their vast inheritance of care
aneurisko: much, much, much
aneurisko: they plead and claw the hours
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: distantly I heard how that you thought I forgot about you
aneurisko: but I told that sprite
aneurisko: and she whisped away
aneurisko: tinkling some dreams for your pleasure
aneurisko: and Our Trust
tea_and_pi: that is strange
tea_and_pi: someones perception
tea_and_pi: not my own
aneurisko: she enjoys your company
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: pleading almost that I lend her to you
tea_and_pi: she envys our trust
tea_and_pi: me thinks
aneurisko: and seeks something from you
tea_and_pi: oh?
aneurisko: as she espies your thoughts upon the waters
tea_and_pi: no one can gno
aneurisko: she sees what your reflections know
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: but may not intrude upon what your deepest heart may gnow
aneurisko: true enough
aneurisko: she, like me, admires you
aneurisko: well
aneurisko: she is my sprite, after all
aneurisko: just that you may have secret company
aneurisko: I thought
aneurisko: and some nice whisperings
aneurisko: funny thing, two
aneurisko: I love you even better than THAT
tea_and_pi: i gno
tea_and_pi: its silent here
aneurisko: steady on the wire
aneurisko: no quick jerks
tea_and_pi: fluttering of wings in balance
aneurisko: listen how the silent wind breathes
aneurisko: how that the still motion of time moments the sight
aneurisko: and ruptures the Veil of seeming
aneurisko: self to self, seeing
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: be glad, be glad, be glad
tea_and_pi: pressed hard to thoughts embrace
tea_and_pi: ....
aneurisko: a cheerful advent of the One
tea_and_pi: embraced
aneurisko: more awesome than falling stars
aneurisko: or roaring mountains under rage
aneurisko: expance past measure
aneurisko: a golden dawn, and midnight morning
aneurisko: parents of the Light
aneurisko: our progenitors
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: lovers, sisters
aneurisko: life on life
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: the Phoenix Chariot is ready
aneurisko: awaiting only the Mother's nod
aneurisko: and Heir
tea_and_pi: lifting winds secured
aneurisko: I brought you forth the Grail
aneurisko: I bid you bring Me forth the Blood.
tea_and_pi: that which is in your holdings?
aneurisko: soon seeing, eye to eye
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ..
aneurisko: I would prophesy, but to whom?
aneurisko: I would cast Oracle, but where?
aneurisko: I would shake the Roots, but under where?
aneurisko: under what?
tea_and_pi: i thought these past endeavors
aneurisko: still the Story
tea_and_pi: what stance for the coming times
aneurisko: the stance is made
aneurisko: the arch of the curve is cast
aneurisko: the spiral gyre is winding away the norns
tea_and_pi: at last
aneurisko: I have grown impatient
tea_and_pi: yes
tea_and_pi: i see
aneurisko: as if the hero/a among men were certain
aneurisko: waiting, waiting, waiting
aneurisko: till heaps of the dead and innocent crowd my sacred groves
aneurisko: I discust this mess
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: and call my Chaos Janitor
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: I say
aneurisko: let them think upon what Christ Mass means
aneurisko: in Sacrafice of the Innocent
aneurisko: and bear out the Hour
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: perfect Harmony of the Above with the Below
aneurisko: drink down the recess of every greedy estimation
aneurisko: and Witness what IS.
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I pray this
aneurisko: I prey more
aneurisko: listening upon the Lute of the Muses
tea_and_pi: those that inspire?
tea_and_pi: ahhh
aneurisko: or plying the Norns to disclose what is meant by falsehood
aneurisko: the web and tune unwinding
aneurisko: like numbers under the stones
aneurisko: or lines upon the frame
aneurisko: trinkets of expeciality
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: though filtering the gross
tea_and_pi: takes times of expectancies....though we are the ending phrase
aneurisko: wherever I GO
aneurisko: whatever I DO
aneurisko: you see me
aneurisko: you hear me
aneurisko: you comfort me
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I love you whole
tea_and_pi: as i you
tea_and_pi: i have a stone for you
tea_and_pi: i have saved
tea_and_pi: from the middle earth
tea_and_pi: it has your name
tea_and_pi: like a conch
tea_and_pi: i lift to my ear
tea_and_pi: and it speaks
tea_and_pi: more than the rush of sea
tea_and_pi: or tides
tea_and_pi: the whisper
tea_and_pi: i will send to you by mail
tea_and_pi: in a cup
tea_and_pi: 1000 feet below the earth
tea_and_pi: below her veil
tea_and_pi: inner makings
aneurisko: below her veil
aneurisko: eh
tea_and_pi: once from the stars
tea_and_pi: you'll see
tea_and_pi: i will send
tea_and_pi: it to you
aneurisko: tell mwe
aneurisko: tell me
aneurisko: tell me
tea_and_pi: when chris and i went within Ruby Falls
tea_and_pi: deep in the earth
aneurisko: you know I serve the sacred Hearth
aneurisko: why deny me?
tea_and_pi: i lifted a single stone
tea_and_pi: with your name
tea_and_pi: its been on my alter
tea_and_pi: since
aneurisko: you have a most powerful magic, medicine
tea_and_pi: i hold it for you
aneurisko: I pray you own it
tea_and_pi: i will send this to you
tea_and_pi: now
tea_and_pi: well monday when the post office is open
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: tell me about that dream
tea_and_pi: dream?
aneurisko: where 5 there were
tea_and_pi: remind me
aneurisko: all in motion, horizontal facts
tea_and_pi: woo i remember dreaming but the details have escaped
aneurisko: a marching army, or something
tea_and_pi: ...
tea_and_pi: i truly cannot remember
aneurisko: stand-still winds at great heights, yet moving above
tea_and_pi: let me think on it to see if it comes back
aneurisko: think above
aneurisko: think Wind and Sky
tea_and_pi: sometimes i write things before i am fully awake
tea_and_pi: and they fade
aneurisko: and Stars
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: your dreams must be heavy
tea_and_pi: i talk with you often in dreams
aneurisko: I've seen the Secret
aneurisko: and it lays before me
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: an invitation to Life
aneurisko: but diving here seemed
aneurisko: awesome severence
aneurisko: merciless determination
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: inexplicable

aneurisko: I can tell you that the Beloved is yet adrift
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: still bent on certain things
tea_and_pi: ?
aneurisko: unwise, perhaps, to mention.
aneurisko: seeking to know the mind of some
aneurisko: to open up the vessel of these days
aneurisko: and expose the waters there conjured
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: these waters are in motion
aneurisko: stirred by the apiration of secred droves
aneurisko: wending the Wood, tempering and gathering the fallen
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: fields of golden grain
aneurisko: wind born passages of listened ear
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Forest born, and wood-cut voyagers
aneurisko: to rain and storm and mountain torn
aneurisko: them who C
tea_and_pi: ...i have seen them
aneurisko: a true Mass.
aneurisko: ways upon ways, and too familiar
aneurisko: what I will have
aneurisko: in the mean time
aneurisko: is Friends
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: let them draw close
aneurisko: I love them, whole
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: and We wend out the Hours
aneurisko: satisfied in the Event
aneurisko: each other born
aneurisko: lovers
aneurisko: family
aneurisko: memory
aneurisko: aspiration
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: Truth
aneurisko: Love
aneurisko: Substantial Life
tea_and_pi: my hours ...my dreams....
tea_and_pi: ours
tea_and_pi: all

2006-01-03T05:35:00.000-08:00

Dark Madness

that time
when evening showed its tendril like appendages
beaconed with its siren call to visions of the deep
i stumbled
as the Watcher lept from underneath my feet
to set perched predator
atop me head
slightly hovering above the maps of fire
so reminicent of the creatures
of the night
that heavy laden with desire
perch heavier upon my heart
succubus
incubus
unmentionable chasms
learing at my folly in the place of fall
beneath the dream and light
and yet within its grasp
a silver key
clasped tightly
and with taunting gesture
offered such a lovely prize
with teasing stare
a challange there
for merbird
to both flight and swim
to walk with angels
fearless on the heads of pins

what brought a grin
to lighten up my face
I'll never gno
the green Knight held reflection for our way to be
both chained and free
said I
"I'll wed thee fearless, past the thirteenth gate,
and gno that you were always part of me"
with this the madness found its place in me

the gods held space
corse colosseum
for the dier divisions
of the soul
fortunate no place to be
while time and space was
captive in the place of rest

the walls of what was once
my small abode
fell way
as i saw all the vast stands in the round
i gasped
and startled
that the miriads of beings came to see
both beauty
and the horror of all visions past
a likely mass
all cheering
taunting
casting lots
both solumn and profane
the prize
the key
held high
above the worlds domain
a tiny spot
displacement in the realm of all
a curve of time
the place of birdie calls

"STAND GROUND!!!"
my ugly watcher bellowed loud
long tendrils from my long black hair
flew toward the crowds
some deep and quakelike tremor
from deep within
roared with the cheer of all the past of kin

The voices of the all
had come to fore
the word of rightiousness
the Lion's roar

and I the vessel of the moon
spoke magic to the tides
of black son's noon
the thrashing
tangles
throws of death
fell silent under neath the Lover's breath

with this
all sight was emptied of the night
with this
we all maintain the hidden sight

so when the days of numbered ways and means
fall silent past the place of dreams
i wake amid the grains of lords
play fields of wheat
as angel's trumpet horns
love all Beloveds as my own
and see
......within the eyes of thee
a silver plate of gold

2005-12-31T03:44:00.000-08:00

Returning now from places I’ve avoided for three days
Had wished a thousand times I could discuss it with a friend
The deepest dark that challenges my glance
The animal within
Raises the hair on the back of my neck when this cup of brew is offered
The fire is in the means not used to tell the tale of journey
Songs of 1001 nights
Each tale a journey to illusion or the real
not sure
I feel to hold in silence is the best of ways
What purpose is it to be left to judge
When no judgments to be had
Instead
Howdoes it pose a purpose in the realm of being

So here
Grasp on Repunzals hair
My hair
And cut or hold which ever as you see
The crone is on vacation and
I know we still will be
Even if we fall ….or rise
First language:
Yes you use the word
I use the form
2 parts triads
in between
a path we both have means to walk
within our talks my words your words
reveal the things of course conditioning
still under scrutiny and judged for past
with careful ways of insight
we might hope to see
the paradox now placed within the plates of knowing
once again
I speak freely
you can judge what color I might use
or speak or paint or write and wonder
you have your brush
I have mine
(who knows if we had been brought to this place through gentler means )
me thinks we share this certain past
would we have found theses treasures
at the well.....
no way to tell

Perhaps the fire that comes is from the very thing I still
As human

right word right action right thinking right painting right writing
....left gnoing
Some in flow
Some no go
The watcher is appalled at times
And as a friend you have confirmed suspicions
within the disciplines we form new veils

our talk
way past what
endsin most concerns
there have been times
I throw my arms into the air and ask
why do I persist!!!
why does he persist!!!
Is it just the subtle substance holding us in dreams
Is it blood of kin and recognition of the sacred word
Or just his speaking all the language of the birds
Or something else
Sometimes I think I know
Most times not
I called so loud from valleys of the heart
He answers from the mountain
Often smashing trees and thunder from his den
Or inner sanctum
in memory of this
I must insist
I can’t look away
Companions all
And once I’ve seen this face of ages past
my heart is won and
yes committed to the muse of vulger veils
my questions are not of the future or the ways of men
those things exist within a realm of papers signed and pinkies clasped
point blank
I’m here because we led the way
You’re here because we called
Once more!
I have no expectations other than our firm intent
of being full of what we are
while emptying the chalice
to receive the blood of kin
at Mass
and
if within my words you find the longings of a woman
I will not regret or spend apologies for that
A part of what I am
not expectations
just is
I felt you
stumble round the words to warn me not to feel
What I feel is not work
But deepening
enrichment
Of what we being bears to fore

In prayer
In callings
Was a simple gesture to the gods
A simple spoken Word
Full knowing this can be alone
And willing to abide
the changing tides
But all those things we need to see in willing light
reflections in the night
odd combination
Mismatched minds
Mismatched emotional colors
Mismatched
mismatched
How perfect
Matched in friendship
Matched in love of truth
And children of the muse
We stand perfectly imperfect
Willing to encounter being
Relentless
Unshakeable
In absolute service to the all
If ever I apologize it will only be for my ignorance
Stumbling
And conditioning

Now for the past three nights…
A darkness so intense that flavors of a death
where there in challenge
to look straight in the eye of
fitfull sleep and stirrings in the nature
of the animal
to flee
I hesitate to speak
but over years of dreams I know the flavors fairly well
and this was of the animal to see
last night
at 3 am
I half woke once again in trembling of the self
As deep the dark descended once again
Demanding that I look
I froze in fear
Upon the deep edge of the fall
Said I
Release and fall!
What can you fear
Its only death
With this
It burst all open like a drop of oil upon the endless water
pouring from
all underground streams
In constellations of the mind
I saw her face
So fierce
The Dark and Her attendants
All black and stone and salt
Oh GOD I cried
Thrusting there her way toward south southeast
With speeds and power unthinkable
I tremble at the very memory of this sight
If this be of my soul
I cry aloud
If this be of some other realm
What am I but a piece of ash
The earth
Another Pheonix in the Son

2005-12-31T02:05:00.000-08:00

"The angels envy us our solidity. Death, they think, would be a price worth paying for the power and brilliance of our senses. If an angel were to see with our eyes, or hear with our ears, he would be dazzled and stunned by the force with which we perceive the physical world. With gifts like this, he would think, why do these creatures not spend their lives in exploration of the physical universe that they are so well equipped to understand? Why are they not consumed with intellectual bliss? This is a mystery to angels.

The angel who wrestled with Jacob in the darkness at Peniel is named Metatron.(no matter?) However, some dispute this.

Angels have no passions or affections, except one, which is curiosity, or intellectual passion. This is for them the highest of all things. However, others maintain that although they have few feelings for fellow angels, they are capable of love for creatures of other kinds. Some say that the Watchers fell in love with the daughters of men and had offspring by them. That was so long ago, and so many generations have mingled since, that we can all claim to be the descendants of angels."

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the vision of
rainbow bridge
a satin ribbon under foot
its sway the play of gravity
extension ‘s reach
secure in bringing worlds
together for the feast
each guest
in turn
approaches open gates
with truffles in each hand
such humble gifts to set
before the hosts
of angels ,saints

and guests already sitting at their place of eons
waiting for the honored birthday child
to grace them with the new

in silent prayer upon His chair
a shadow forms the child
who whispers
dressed in simple cloth
in peasants garb
from fields
a tiny figure
both hands on the chalice
lifts it high for all to toast the coming times
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earth quakes
mountains spew n fall
tsunami washes thunder
from the face of being
frist shock of lightning
lifts the flocks of millions
raised to heaven
darkening the son
with patterned spirals to the sky
hosts of things to come
pi patterns
unthinkable
unthought

counted and scorned
flesh timed and torn
pages of change
9 chapters born
novels at best
absence of rest

arms to the side as angel wings
head bent to tears
extending 4
to subtle soft strains of adagio
violin vantage
sustanuto
piano
pianissimo
pianississimo
gentle lifting
there upon the fragrant air
from fire infernal thermal to the flight of firebirds
a mythic pose
from ashes rose
and fell
olympic diver graceful to the leap of faith
into the nothing

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reading well and circling the planets now
as if in orbit to the archetypes you gather
for the knots
instinctive as if drawing up the feathers for a future flight
…a calling to the poles in seasons yet to be…
lay lines drawn
hearts in thrall
elementals
4 in all
words: the dance of mortals
gestures : but the dance of gods
silence :as the setting son
awakens
those things yet to see or be
“words…no words”?
perhaps new sacred texts n gestures for the world to be
what former flow for
our fine exchange
exchanged
impulse to silence
all full
all empty
a place to be
no me
no thee
though love rests well in the nest of aeons
glowing as if mirrored by the peacock’s tail
…looking close
examining with curiosity of angels
as it forms a silent home within
…a silence felt within
…a silence felt within
…a………………….
hmmm
contentment of some well fed chirpling?
or
the silence from a last faint breath?
not sure
…….creation’s Will alone
accompanied by a faint chuckle of appreciation
from the All
for our participation

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another vision

....I saw the triangle of three ways to proceed...one is the pure way..one is the assisted way and the third is on a train
(Most are on the train)
....the first way has to be born into...the second way is karmic and the third way is with the masses.
All three had purpose in form and all three were timed for structure....
foundation ...form ...and capstone.
All degrees were part of the whole and the absurdity was that the masses ...the ones on the train .....the masses were the shining ones.
then the triangle reversed upside down and the star was born.....well not exactly a star...but a spark.....and it became active
then I remembered that kether is motion...god is a verb...fist action

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....the words,the lofty thoughts,the dreams, the truth revealed is not the final quest,but finding guest in such a simple being sitting crossed legged on a sofa there adorned in last years jeans and spotted tee.
I see some roots that should or should not see the light of day or are they stars of silver....well...they shine...
She lifts the coffee, sips as if a chalice filled with blood and turns to lift the sacred toast adorned with royal honey from the Jersey bee.
Sweet the touch upon the tongue....hmmm a thought , a memory, of recent unfulfilled desire .......a phantom ......probably created in her mind.
A thought:
Why is it that these silly men want goddesses descending on a cloud like pictures seen on castle walls....garments flowing, glimmering in shades of summer skies, and stars adorning hair of gold or sun, and on and on.....
Perhaps that's why she visits children more.
They open to the magic of the everydays and break to gallop and become in truth the unicorn returning to the sacred grove in play....
I say....
I too returned to play and all eyes turned away.
Were I to stand adorned in garments now...they would be shades of scarlet from a passion play...steadfast, relentless as the Queen of all that suffer empty eyes.
With gifts held high for all the eyes to see and for one moment there were eyes that smiled....but with a gestured wave dismissed it as illusion.....all foundations strength was there to heal the rift. Once more my eyes ascend to ask the question of the realm that I have yet to see,"How can it bee?"And tell me,Would they follow if one broke into a gallop swift to play in sacred groves?"
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raycognizing
something wo(l)ven in the blood
arc angles of the heart
ultramate grail n
re membering ank chant rights
stir/ring dreams
deep called/run
deep deep deep
w/ a fine(d) green ladle
stir ring
sweet sweet sweet
serving he(i)ros

2005-12-30T11:18:00.000-08:00

there was no other way to tell you
of the things that late transpired
n shaped that night with moon rest
simply on the edge of morn
the morning star still placed
posed natural smiles upon this face
and flew the bliss
at first light as
my body rose to find the source of Eros
still within the scent of dreams
that place between
awake and sleep
if I had stayed within the bridge of dream
completion would have found its way to union
but the animal resides in lustful ways
demanding its fruition
with this filmy memory of
when I saw your face
i died again
the little death in arms of
all Beloveds
and I wept for those that stand to see the shifts and slides
and subtle tides
of having sung the bliss potential
at the feet of passion
then to leave our dreams with
heavy hearts pressed deep with musk
the fragrance of desire
that clings long after years of holding
hands and seeking landscapes of our comfort
praying daily for the peace of Eden
where a dim reminder
in the calling
from a distance
sets the eye to fall
and hides our hearts within the Other's call
frail memory of recent rising tower
standing
leaning
as so many times before
our real addiction
fogs the windows to our hearts

2005-12-28T16:42:00.000-08:00

divisions of the soul

no more the windswept song of
eternal love
forever
endless
bliss
now love amid the vacant lot
on heads of pins
shared with the mummers
frantic dance
but then again
i falter
balanced ballerina
....swan lake sentinal

each arm like gesture of me wings
mere scant reflections of your flutter
deep within my breast
the heart
the heart
still stands the moon
winged creature of the night

were I the wind
I'd set your soul to flight
but creature of the sea
am i
accursed with wings
and fins as
daughter of the eve ning
rising from the depth
to greet
laviathon's mer mate
who with a gesture
stirring breakers
fills the lungs of alchemy
with silent callings
much to high and shrill
to court sly eyes
coy smiles
no coo like siren's song
or sigh like billowed sails

and yet
the very being knows this form holds true
and clasps
and spirals
paintings like a lover
counting golden means by number
soothing sorrows
under all the poet's hand and pen

2005-12-27T10:23:00.000-08:00

...hoping to figure out how to post music.....til then

Song: Song to the Siren Lyrics

(This Mortal Coil)

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing, "Swim to me, Swim to me, Let me enfold you:
Here I am, Here I am, Waiting to hold you"

2005-12-24T04:16:00.000-08:00

all the loss
that empties
cauldrens cracked
ladles in the ash
an empty stillness
stares into the nothing
stupor
disbelief
that even friendship
can't exceed
the falls

i relent
surrender
fall to nothing
no fine filiments
or webs
to break the fall
at loss
in loss
let me be brine
to fill the empty space
no mind no mind
how is it that the all
should force tsunamis
far beyond what
one small heart endures
this is my death
before the body sleeps
this is my death
a force of what we reap
to sleep
to sleep
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...it's been a very long day. And me father handed me the book "Utopia". Upon reading and museing the pages with the mind of an eight year old, I sensed the years of unfoldment ...of imaginings within these bent rouph pages.Quotes in words but held only in the hearts of those with dreams. How can we expect another to visit the inner realms we ourselves have ventured to. Only while touching on memory....an eve of chant ,the voices of true angels spoke the music of the spheres. If I should say the sound,no words would hold the all I saw or felt. The veils are infinate.Such things are lonely...even when seen by your sweet companion's eye. He may well see or hear something other than your heart should feel.Its just the rarity when two should venture to the path to kingdoms rising towers by the moon. And even then they bring twin towers to the eye that form and shape the like events: so less than similar.For this,I find compassion for us both.And leave the drawbridge underhand to spring to passage but for just the song of songs.Some ancient call to see and fast forgive our frailties.
All nature remains in motion.Kind words can heal. Course words conceal.
I'm here... because it is my nature.And most of all because I sea.

2005-12-23T06:54:00.000-08:00

if true.... the numbers

we are all related to constantine
then that
and three fold
finds your labors
through eyes
Chris-crossed and smeared
from brine
cast from your shores
the full of all that's
seen
through endless little eyes
and set to memory
perhaps new imprints on the dna
of being
filed
delivered
to all generations
yet to come
all things
all ways
always
all we share in numbers
too fine
too vast
too hard
to see
but held
as ours was held
to speak again
in sign
and rhyme
or matin's time
nothing's lost
fragments gained
for all those meant to scour
quest
the darkest caves
n underworlds
worn paths of setting sons
the poet
stands
as
the Magician card
drawn from the past
the deep
the earth
raised to the coming
map migrations
pointing to the
stars
me thinks
its all about the means
and maps
and paths
and quests
to verges of the soul
beyond our petty whins and groans
the eyes of all catch glimpses through
the I of we
as if to see
through veils of less than
valued
gold or faigned integrity
the crossing and the whoosh of wings
observes the prism lights
it brings
a witness to the songs they sing
though dire
or false or true
blatant in the new
viewed finer
siftings of the grains of sand
fine filiments of life expands
upon the single breath of all
a single birdie call
tremelous and shrill
waking
eons
while we caste a shadow
as a place to rest
more eons til the next and coming breath
another death

2005-12-22T09:59:00.000-08:00

2005-12-22T05:30:00.000-08:00

The metal on the sewer grate
tucked half obscured
by fallen, cracked, overhang of cement..
damp, flattened leaves, pressed by the moisture
recently collected from the winter's rain…
obscure and barely seen a tiny glint of mirrored sunlight…
there…
perhaps a piece of glass or metal
balanced on the edge of falling to the dark abyss
it draws attention
calls one to a bending over…
something heard , a stirring in the shadows ….
hmm some words spoke softly…
maybe just the sigh of water
flushing all the unseen waste from endless passages of humanity …
there it is again
a whisper barely heard in all the din
of fast paced footsteps passing by to destinies secured
….to hear involved the use of gestures on the knees…
to hear …
to lean…
to see if what one might suspect is really there.
for all the midday light and all the endless crowds of people passing by
the first words threw me back as if a gust of wind
blew
from the very depths of hell
as someone sighed
“I died today.”
…leaning closer still to find the source of such imagined sound…
in breathy tones it spoke again…
"I died today ….
although there are no entrance wounds
or marks to say ”touch here and see”
…someone passed this drama
threw a coin down toward the grate
as if to make a wish
or was it meant for me as I bent like a beggar in the street
……..the darkest eyes moved slightly there…
between the grates…
within the darkest dark
appearing slow
to lift and look up
to the skies past all the mountains of cement
and masses of the fall…
.past layers of the earths aurora
searching for a personal savior….

2005-12-21T03:31:00.000-08:00

...in the night
deep from sleep
something rises
and wakes me with this ache...
how fragile is the diamond after all.....

2005-12-18T04:07:00.000-08:00

.....my sister's back surgery made the new!

2005-12-16T13:07:00.000-08:00

its not the moving away but the movement toward that which draws it like to source
the course exacting distillation of the cause and solid forms that bear the spaces there between the structures of the infinite below to know the smell of sea and fog upon the shell of flesh and bone to own no vessel last and final coming to a place of crystal sands the lands forgotten form the former folly of a source design the stirring with the thunder
the force down under tempest winds in waltzes held in firm embrace blue arms blue face a subtle grace the anima that flies and feeds the young its flesh consuming widow’s male in crystal chalice held on high a personal universal walkabout willing collaboration with companions on the ruddy path the merry men and women retrieving sacred geometry of reason that which holds and builds cathedrals of the mind no person held in ancient weathered time r wise aloft r fed their saintly exploits to the martyrdom of having all the surface film removed with tethered knife or gallant sword walking through the walls of earth 2 realized all sacred birth from mothers of the stone the wonderment alone
is vision to a witnessed eye brief times of eternity n placement of events in places on the space of naught…immense that fit on heads of pins the distance immeasurable
place unseen except in dreams proverbial feathers brought back as some silly tale r story
at the bedside of a child a humble gift a story mild

sweet warm milk and cookie here
the story’s never new
retelling tales in different tongues
beheld but by a few

the fae queen held these treasure old
and placed beneath said trees
on tender rocks of solid form
n prayed upon her knees
to all the former forms
v deities divine
sincere in offering the all
imparting source design
a simple gesture to the all
natures mudra symbols signs
twirling once twirling twice
being spiral fire n ice
chanting all the never words
singing language of the birds

from there the silly story starts
from the stone a diamond heart
placed upon a tiny hand
in form of love’s delight
a gift to place upon the will
of both the dark and light

2005-12-16T05:59:00.000-08:00

slooowly
she turns
a tremor of light glistens over scales
of emerald green
as she lifts her massive form
like a balloon
emerging
from one frail human cocoon
glistening and green
glistening and green
red spikes from eye to tail
radiant rubies from the realms of inner earth
and ancient wings unfold
transparent guise
of peacock tail
and rainbow veils
covering the dark nights glimmer
from a crescent moon
a wave of spinal movement
smacks hard
a heavied tail
upon the mountains side
as if to dance the sounds
of unheard music
in the spheres
eyes shining inner fire
faint callings from malkuth to beenah
thrusting back a massive head
formed from rage and torment in all ages past
an inner fury gasps the magic air of being
deep into the lungs of alchemy
and with the power of creations
reaper….
and with all sounds of cries
heard from the bowels of hell
her massive maw explodes the pain of all
who’ve gone before
in flame and smoke and air
vomiting on the world
all its iniquities
smelting sulphers
in all that's facund
shedding layers of the milk paint
from a ruddy flesh
that holds the scent of saints and sinners
transmutation of the gold to matter
lead to sight
and silver bullets
for the race of kin

2005-12-16T04:14:00.000-08:00

horse of god
2005pi

"I just bear witness to
all You bid me see..."

2005-12-13T02:22:00.000-08:00

Lessons in Dying

suspended tip towed to
the razor's edge
slight pause between the breath and death
the twisting of the rope and hold
before the resolution spin
no one to loose
no one to win
a still and silent
watch and see
momentum pressing all
our wind pages of sound and sight
we've scattered or' the land
a fluttering of paper wings
no birdies puffing breath about to sing
though all the while
we feel the hum and thud
so soft beyond the hu man ear
last feeling
of the counterpoint
above
below
....and bounces back and forth
in canyons of the heart
a lessening
of gravities direction
forcing one to lift their wings
a flutter
frantic
for the balance in a Word
above the swaying branch of being
scattering the shards of crystals
catching all our breath
within the shade of LUX eternal
rising to a sigh
while counting intricate designs of all our kind
that line the path
with votive flicker's
in the dark
to form equations
graphs
and subtle mudras
in a memory
half there

2005-12-11T16:12:00.000-08:00

Waiting On The Unicorn

Overlapping hills of vineyards

Like a medieval tapestry

As sure as memory serves us

In more than myth

I've seen the hoof prints

Close to vineyards

Clear

Precise

In dust n grass

I know he hides

Among the dripping grapes full harvest

Still as morning mist

Alert

Curious

Peering at our antics

Mere children in the round

Gaming in the fields of former seasons

And too

I know he has a cry

I heard it through the fog

Not quite like eagles soaring

Nor ghastly guttural as earthy creatures

Scavenging among the roots

His whisper

…Like the Beloved

Whistled

Breathy

Constant as the brook

Traversing

Pebbles in the spring

Or maybe rain on maples

As they shimmer moist

Absorbing autumn sun

Before the Fall

Once dozing in a

Sleepy trance

While sitting in the grass

Begging rapture to the senses

Little words from source design

Fell breathy ‘cross a dream

"Perhaps undress"

As seer in a trance

In thrall

I opened as the evening flower

Exuding

Sacred fragrance only known

At bedsides of the dying saints

Through and from the earth

The flame of ancients

Forged its way through vein and heart

Bursting through the age of Aeons

On the path that holds our form erect

In silent roar

Our spirits soared

Upon this lithe lean steed

I rode

(Ezekiel as witness to this sight)

Poured faith far through that endless night

No dark or light

No name

No hold no boundaries bold

What stirs in subtle beginnings

Ah

Re membering

The blessing's in the gathering of kin

Waiting on the unicorn

To visit once again

2005-12-11T03:22:00.000-08:00

www.plotinus.com/androgynous.htm

I am only woman
All the pomp n stance
Of I and Thou
Has seen the full circumference
Of the sword and lance
Thrashing all the Fields
Of flora fauna
Harvest
From some misplaced passion
Unidentified
And with the endocrine
Of sight
Have placed in wisdom
No blame
But breathes a simple endless breath
And once again
…..Begins
Expanding like some open floral
Monster over all the earth
Unfolding from
144 times 1000 ancient iron/gold cocoons
Suspended there
Through longest winters of the souls
All conscious sentient selves
Single seeds that lift their eyes from heaven
Once again expanding wings of time
While
Seeking
Shade of Sanctuary
And then
Some
Unshakeable
Relentless
Unbending
Bonsai
For the coming ages
Of new Gods upon the wind
Shutters
Matter scattered or’ the Golden mean
Potent promises providing
Balance of new veils n shadows
Cast and bidding from
Some other suns and moons

So with these roots held fast
In worlds
Both sacred
And fecund
We
Wait upon what
More than Giea’s vessel by the moon
Or promised heaven’s truth or hell
Can tell
But full remembrance
Of what rides the less dense matter
To the stars
She
Launches lithe lean
Ships upon the distant solar winds
A calling at the oceans edge
Much more than
Silence of a lover’s call
Tsunamis of the heart
The formula
To all new known and unknown worlds

Is but our harvest to the stars

I am only Woman
The flower here below
He is the seed upon the wind
The ancients knew the time of harvest
Hybrid seeds
Imprinted with the map of eons
Long times past the Androgen

Simple truths
Within our blind forever writings on the wall
I am only woman
He is my seed

2005-12-10T03:13:00.000-08:00

god how i long for the ocean
been away too long from Mer
the everyday’s set in so
talked with her a bit today
we are sisters
she and i talked about Giea
even though she (Giea)listened
mostly about girl things
she gave me a few ideas for some new paintings
i asked her why her gates have all these parking lots
steel sentinels gazing out toward her depths
they don't respect her
oilin and pissin and treading all over her pristine sands
and all her daughters and sons
preening and stroking their flesh with oils
some others
like me
all dressed warm and shivering in the 50 degree winds
snow birds standing almost naked in their pretended worshiping
Mer knows my ache and longing
still present in the dream that never sleeps
funny how dark glasses makes one feel invisible
maybe i was
i walked bearfoot in her foam like tentacles
had to chase a few of them
low tide , you know
i wore all white and red
like the vest used in ritual a long time ago
roses on the pockets
and laughed
and wanted to shout but
didn't want to scare the children
heehee
thought about beauty
and vanity
and conceit
how i used to strut nearly naked
and say to my lovers
"Love me for my beauty"
and they did for a while
i used to wonder if they knew
the endless generations of women that they slept with
when they came to me
then i would say to my lovers
"Love me as I love you"
they would look at me as a deer might
as the trigger is about to snap
then i would ask my lovers
"Meet me at heaven's gate"
but they never showed
...and i really waited
so now as beauty fades
and fear has no place
and pristine sand is so far beneath the surface..
i ask my knowing lovers
"Let me love you. You have no need to touch...or run...
or even meet me at heaven's gate
allow me to love."
Mer laughed heartily at all my musings
and said
"this love you feel ...
what do you do with it"
i said
"i create"
"ahh "
she said
"than you DO know the Goddess"

t

2005-12-09T05:44:00.000-08:00

our children
fruit of generations
holder of the seeds of coming worlds
press forward with the driven truth
as plow to shoulder
joyful in the Songs of Solomon
carriers of the Golden Mean
and all your
generations yet unborn
know that I love you
as my own
we are the centipede
with endless aching paths of heart
ped pedding through and
passing to the forward
all that's been and all that's meant to be
that second self that walks in dreams
and holds all worlds behind the veil
that lifts with 0ne mere child's
transparent hands
we watch the flower fade
and breath the sigh of lovers
knowing that the seed upon the wind is you
extending toward new worlds of bliss
the siren call from oceans in the
ruddy summer skies
how many eyes have you now recognized
a silent pledge to each
a knowing
that the lifting will proceed at any cost
not of this worldly guise
(our precious cradle of the soul
emerging)
but now upon the endless solar winds
with eyes to sea
and eras to engage our song
the music of the spheres
all drama of the ages past
transformed into dynamic forms
of all the endless god's inertia
blest be
the you and me

2005-12-07T06:40:00.000-08:00

this was posted a bit back on JCG
playin w/events n mythical interpretations
the "Prince's tale (in the center of the tale)was written by Aneurisko

ordering a mug o mead
just before the setting sun
me thinks a flash o meteors spent
me last gold piece o memory
....."can ya lend me credit, mate?
or should i ransack this lively
establishment?
what say ye?
Ay....just before the setting sun
me thinks a flash of meteors spent
our last piece of memory
next to the summer’s horizon
Nay…no prophetess am I
…a mere barmaid resting a bit wit her weary dogs upon the table
cursing and mumbling
looking for a kind block to rub these weary feet
if spoken to the ear as such
a dream perhaps
its from the throws of angels when they speak from mugs o mead
the only sight these eyes might see
be all tha bawdy laughs
that these doors without a latch
and plop their sweaty selves
at tables of forgetfulness
(my buttocks bruised from playful grabs and crude appriciation
for the services I render)
not that they all come here for me
haha
but rather for the fair exchange of words and tales
some gross exaggerations of the place we set our dreams
and you?dear wayfarer
Why are you here????
Come to rest a bit before the storm of pilgrims burst these open doors
( bless this little tavern with the setting sun
and force there raucous caws
at those that serve)
yea prayer from me parched lips
stumbles out a bit
covering the lands o
just might be
but ask me to which god
i;ll laugh and tel ye "all"
I say drink up!
the honey water's sweet
leave coin and candle
to the ones that serve
and in exchange
I'll tell a tale passed by
in what i thought as dreams
you blocks know well
so cruel the gods
when tending all
instructions of the heart
the map of being
passed by shifting monns and tides
they yell and curse
“deliver the ambrosia or die”
(perhaps they said “and die’ )
but laid to confusion
such a task as lent to
now the crone
confusion's own
ah yes
they loved me for my beauty
yes i thought to willfully relinquish
hold the stance of natures
shift n tug
as now with nature's cause
new faces pass before the mirrors
now but still so clear
and purposed in the dance of change
but then again
they loved me for their beauty too
displays of plumes and squawks and caws and bidding to their beds
and each sought hard to find the gift
they felt potential
struggled
screamed
as eagles
“give me ambrosia!!!”
and i as womon
only knew to feed the children mother’s milk
an empty vessel then
AHHHH….but in the realm of dreams
I had tasted from the tree
you see i wake each day as sheba’s child
delighted in the counted breaths
that bring the scent of morning to this form
anticipating
yes! this is the day
and dance that child dance full of light
beginnings once again
dancing
spinning....
ah then
the point of arthur’s arrow through my heart!
too late
too late again
and i dispair….

But then the Thunder
larger than the roar of winds
an echo from the past
“deliver the ambrosia!!!!!!!!!
no one said
your task would be a whim or fancy
for your folly"
though loud i never tremble
though these urgent words are fierce and true
my heart did see it through
though frail and full of longing
yes i held these words
as just reminder
of the things i hoped to see
I saw
i saw
I see
he knew that it was me
well ..for a moment
there
i saw the spark of knowing in his eye
but with a smile and gestured wave dismissed
the vision as illusion
once again
as times before
he turned away
all matter was transformed
and no one saw
the senses all had in one truth revealed
the lifting veil

and so i…
( bolder to the truth)
placed heaven’s kiss upon his lips
ambrosia flowing sweet and pure
as urgent as the trembling in my heart that raised
this milk from deep
the first to raise the deep
from creation’s cauldron
that fair cauldron that serves only heroes
passed between us sweet as honey from the hive

and then he scolds me for the making with instructions
on deliverance
my heart
my heart
it bleeds
too late my love
you tasted the divine
received the ultimate alchemy
when tugging at my heart
as if a child to mother
begging for the breast
how could i not respond

and now without the proper means of telling all the truths
a fortnight
will reveal the rest
no rest
again
so set aside the pillows of comfort
lift the sword of truth
and call for the unicorn
your days are just
your days are full of truth
your only task
is not to falter
in your hope
all else will be revealed

but i falter
slowing to a gentle sip o brew
lat all these words see through
so goes the tale:

ahh solitary days among
wayfaring naves from sea and val
mountain paths n desert dry
there should be comfort from the fading sight of ages past
why do we keep returning to the arms
that sit by hearth and hear the stories told again?
this time once more to hear the sacred words?
but now
this time
my heart falls silent
as i gaze across the landscapes of the lore i lived to tell

the maiden crone of Lilyton
a former mer-bird child from most unlikely joining
(yea,dark an eve of lusting king and bawdy barmaids cries in drunken passion)
but then that's history
another tale of how she came to be
perhaps an evening when we run full course the best of tales
but there was dire events far late into the days
that past the innocence of child
or lust n play of maiden in the prime

for magic was afoot the moment that her song
burst from her first born sounds
that even fae of fields had come to see
(their curiosity)
so while the maid birth out of sweat n pain n cries
all bright orion’s stars sang songs near by
nature’s lights n flights
then sudden pour of tempest
from the clearest sky
baptism of events to harald some strange legacy
without the royal father to be seen

and how her life was spent
a middle child of slight demeanor
quiet there among the bawdy siblings
13 in a row
and lost within the crowd
her long absences to woods n sea was
welcome relief in time of little food and place to sleep

not one of all the kin
(perhaps her smallest brother Ben)
even saw the change beneath the waves
or flight above the trees
though magic was a thing of tales and night concerns
their eyes were elsewhere
watching for the fae n trolls of village legends

but i digress
these many tails of how the maid fell full
to scales beneath the waves
or rose like stars into the wind at night
on wings of red and blue

we’ll visit there again if breath should bless me
with a few more years
to tell the many tales of humble magic
there above as so below

it was in time
a lining of the stars
quite late into the time of graying
was the mer-bird souring high
……fine firey feathers spread that noone saw
above
a place once seen
and then rising there above this very vale
she saw the troubled knight
and heard his cries
across the field in rage and shouts
there was a flash of sword
and angry tears that flowed more torrents
than her dear beloved sea
this drew the merbird to his side
she nearly caught the edge of sword in all his blindness to her presence
flapping of the wings distracted him
but for a moment as he fast dismounted
with a howl of passion in his voice
falling to the earth as if a muslim in prayer

she listened to his tears and felt compassion for his plight
for she too had cried such tears for children lost
or kin that found their ways to other worlds
and as the stars in line and moon full silhouetted there
his beauty made her gasp
her heart at once fell full upon a place that’s only told in tale
the lifting veil
a vision of the Beloved
a recognition without word

she stayed far long into the night behind a tree
to listen to his words and hear his plight
and all the while the fae tugged at her sleeve to say
“deliver the Ambrosia”
he is the prince of northern lands
far from the contest of the dragon
mourning kin
he mourns the dark of days that brought him to this place
deliver him ambrosia!!!
and his heart can mend
to rule again
he wanders earth for all the ages past
and grieves his line
speaking tongues of angels
searching for the last dragon
that dies but to arise again
a forever contest ..hell upon this earth
that sets him to dispair
listen to his story that he tells the stars and moon “

the merbird listened with a heart that burst to open
once she heard his words
for there on top of all his pain was eloquence of spirit hiding
waiting to be born anew

the vision of his tale as clear as day
his curse
performed across the sky
as if his words had conjured up a painting from the masters
there in aw of truth
she echoed his tears as she listened
with a natural woman’s heart
his story........................

The Prince's Tale
______________________

Be sure
it's not because I prefer this Polar Stance
but because it is yet necessary
as being born
upon this Darkened Valley of Death
I set to Stage a Confrontation
in Witness of the gods...
and Mars, being bold as ever
rushed to see
face to face
which on the 9th
we set to contest...
He wasted much of his Flock
thinking to save his Satyr
whom I let go
or would have smote him dead
for all the proud raging he has made...
only for the Promise
he reconciled himself
and I relented
though it cost him
most his flock...
then I took to the deepest Dark
and strode upon the Templed Floors
of Hestia, upon whose Court
was Candelabra
heaved of Ivy, ancient as the Dawn
and Lave
set before the Oaken Sanctuary
of her dreaded Memory...
I did not linger there
but quick, like one who strays
from whorehouse to Sanctum
off those Earthen Floors
and squatted upon the Edge
asking out loud in awed wonder-
what manner of Shrine is this?!
I knew where I was
and what I was doing
not so Surprised as I confess
but it is Potent
to stride upon the Sacred
as if dreaming
though full awake
and Face to Face in Time
or Eternity, together met
see what others only imagine...
as if one on the sudden
as tangible as the Rock
put their hands upon the Horns
and shook the Heaven's Corners.
It was during this these days
and sometime till about the 11th
that I made contest with the Dragon
Face to Face...
for he could not deny
any longer
what I had done, or was doing
to unravel his devices
and wring down
his corrupt Princes
of this World
and fix them
upon the Alter.
If I could say
what it was like
to Face this Serpent
I would compare
what it would be
for the Sparrow
to front upon a Lion...
and he growled
as if in scoff
of my little form.
I did not care
though I knew
how awful was his Force
and how raging he would make
on me and mine
if I did not pierce him through.
So, I showed him some Surprise
which he may have guessed
but doubted
being so accustomed
to have his way
with mere men...
on the Sudden
I clasped my Belt
strung my Gauntlet
and pulled it tight
reached for my Hammer
and rung him on the Head
such a blow
as made him dizzy...
while he was dazed
and stumbling backward
I was patient
gave a chuckle
and turned aside
to grasp my Boots of Iron
pulling them up
watching him still
shaking his head
amazed
from my Alabaster Box
grabbed the Pearly Stone
and bent my way upon him...
we were caught up in the Air
as if the Heavens ordained
the Contest
and all around
the Hosts came Rushing...
I laughed out loud
and Athene roared to my side
not too close
for she is want
to let things be
but is first among the embattled.
As if passing a note
between lovers
who do not wish others see
what their romantic way means
when they play together
and flirt their hearts for Friendship
she passed me her Aegis
just then yanked
from out the Golden Hall
and I
winking at her
strode upon the now raging Beast
under foot, my Peacocks Tail.
What could he do?
But Face to Face
he met his match in Me
and
opening his vast Maw
in thought to gulp me down
flew upon me...
with my Left foot
I caught his upper jaw
which Viper's Trap
pierced through my Heel
and with my Right
stomped on his lower...
there we turned and twisted in the Air
Gold and Red and Green
flashing thunders
Blue and White streaming
like Flame from out the Match.
Such roaring men cannot imagine
or if they could
let them remember
what Helena performed
not long ago
and covered most the Land
West of the Mississippi
and laid low whole forests
in the Blast.
Now I had him
though he had me too
and all the Hosts held their breath
anticipating what to come
may prove of Ancient Hope
as the darling child
of Cere's Hearth
had grown mature
and had no longer relaxed
the fierce intention
to remedy the Wrong of Aeons.
From my Purse
I drew out the Pearly Stone
and raising it on the Air
screamed bloody murder
shaking the Gorgon's Shield
in his Face
then let fly
the Stone down his Maw...
it was the rending of Mountains
but soon enough I recovered it
and like the Physician
draws poison from a wound
drew out the Stone
and placed it back
where it belonged.
So as he coughed and spewed
and shook Chaos from his Mane
I clasped him by the neck
and ripped his spinal scales
from off him
like a zealous Groom
might rip the dress
from off his sweaty
and ambitious Bride
within their Chamber...
I snapped it like a whip
from off him
and with a breath
turned scales to chain of Ruby
and flung it back
where Athene, yet in wait
wrung it on the Air
in shout of Victory
as the Hosts clamored
stomping on the Benches
of their Seven Fold Arena.
Ares hastened then
more close than the rest
save Athene
and Apollo with his bow
and Hephaestus...
each had a work now
and I waved them on-
Come catch him!
Ares gripped him by the tail
and underneath
they set to fix this Monger...
Apollo bent his Golden Bow
and pierce him through the gut;
like a Hook
it turned again
and wrenched him firm
the Line of Time tied tight
while Hephaestus
his finest Metal block in hand
clapped it to the String
and looking up
they winked...
I yanked my Left from off his Tooth
and drew back my Right
we all stepped away upon the Air
and down he fell
roaring and twisting
all Dismayed...
we all chuckled
and as he fell
I shouted-
Good luck with That...
it is the best Magnet
he ever made!
Below, the Naiads waited
standing up to their waists
in the Sea
and watched him fall
roaring all the way
and smoking Rage of Torment...
Princesses among them
stood together
watching all the while
and glad for the Event
for they knew
how long this Fiend
had frothed their Waters
and let loose men
to cruel abuse
of their darling pets.
Here he comes...
make ready, one said
and another
holding in hand
a crystal jar
charged with Lightning Seed
they whittled off Neptune's Triton
when he slept
and they combed his tresses...
standing together
yet another
in playful taunting asked her
who held the Vessel-
Can you throw it that far?
They all laughed
and she replied
with a wink-
not so far as he shall fall
but far enough for him to know
we have not forgot
his wrong upon the Sacred Hearth...
and she cried-
this is for Persephone!
then aiming well
she tossed it...
which just under
the Dragon's Course of falling
plopped upon the glassy Sea
and sunk before him.
Another, holding Demeter's Sickle
raised up her arm
and flung it down the deep
in equal aim
and just upon the Verge of the Sea
when this wretched Monger
would have quenched his raging
BOOM
the Sickle met the Crystal Urn
and opened up a Chasm
and as Moses parted the Wave
so the Sea
like a toilet drain
sucked down a Funnel of Torrent
and the Beast fell still
upon the Air
and every step of falling
his hope to quench their Ire
escaped him
like Sisyphus
and pending on his Capture
Neptune blew upon his Rocks
and smote the Deep Abyss
another Falling...
so he Fell, and Fell, and Fell
while all the Hosts
sung Hurrahs of Victory
and Praised their Ancient Hope
which Generation proved in Time
and wrought forth
their Golden Child
from Demeter's Lap
and Gaia's sweet dream
their Force of Knowing All!
Ainu
Aser
Azeroth
_____________________________

once told
the knight seemed silent and at rest
as if the words released him from the hold of this dire curse
he mounted once again and formed composure
to continue on his quest
not far behind
the merbird followed to the tavern that her very kin resided
was a ways n means of keeping
with the many mouths to feed
children and grandchildren
numbering plentiful
she too had tended all the pilgrims
in the past and heard tales told of such a prince
but never had she thought it but a tale

just as she stepped into the wooden tavern
stepped across the floor worn slick for years o patrons
waltzing in for milder pleasures
she felt a fae still close at hand
in pleading words
“deliver the ambrosia!!!!
and all your days will be well spent
give back the legacy you hold
tis the rightful owner
only good can come from such”
i whispered back
“but what if i should die?”
she giggled as if i had made the words to inspire mirth and laughter
she squealed in measures of bird calls
“so many times we die and rise.,
what small a gift for such a prince.
deliver the ambrosia
for the long life
love's vessel carries us through eons

without a thought for self, she found a mug o mead
to set before this vision on the bench.
he thanked her then and placed a smile upon his face.
said he, “my middle maid, have we but met before? “
“perhaps, kind prince, in ages past.”
“how is it that you know a prince without his garb?”
his gentle eyes fell soft across her face
as if in search for light to rise.
and placed his hand upon her arm to thank her for the mead.
as if a shock of thunder there within her simple form
an ocean rose
and opened all the gates
with rush of wisdom
knowledge of this place to be
the crux of time
suspended
filled her veins
and poured into the streams of life
without a thought of protocol or consequence of gesture
fast and gentle as the flight of birds
she place an open kiss upon that mouth
the very mouth
that earlier had spoke the quest to stars
he never moved or backed away but smiled and said
“you mean like this?”
“sweet as the honey from the hive.”
and placed three more upon her lips.

all life was now transformed
with tears she left the tavern
winged and scaled
to darkened wood
the all was passed
her heart was one
the ending of a tale begun

fast to the wood
fell to the earth and cried
knowing that the subtle gift would change them both
the prince was not so far behind and stumbled in the dark
to see the cause of flight
and in this stumbling stepped
heavy pained and bruised
upon her arm that blended with the night
her cry was not the pain of being under foot
but knowing of the changes

setting both to speak she dried her tears and spoke
the sacred words
the language of the birds
with this they found a dream that spent there magic on the earth
a simple kiss that found and formed
the poles of mere divinity
and every sacred gesture there is sacrifice
willing captives
sparks of stars upon the winds
seeding worlds of being

all these words took flight
formed vessels spoken
far into the night
until the all was spent to rest

so why
you wonder
tell such tale
no ever after
queen
or king
to take a throne?

…the merbird died that night
and left a simple woman to extend to crone
when morn came past concordance
he no longer knew his own and
asked with passion in his heart
“where is my maiden fair?”
then turned away continuing his quest
without a notice to the lighter state of being in his walk
the wisdom of solomon
now poured from his song
when riding cross the golden fields
of alchemy
the song of ancient's future past
for now
Beloved is his name at last

2005-12-06T04:16:00.000-08:00

horizons filmy gauze
faint flow upon the solar winds
and softer still
the silence in the rest
of half dream's
gentle grace and glance
upon LUX entries
where we seem
in time
a cause
to look
and listen
head half turned
to shift the gravity of space
full form
a homing in toward memory
perhaps a distant hmming from
the moistened lips of dawn
dew drenched
sly smile
a multitude of god's
descending from the mountains
in the dark
by candlelight
lights flickering
fine spirals to the sea
brief blurry images
of other worlds
that gather
berries wheat and brine
mixed with a bit of thyme
brew masters in Atlantis

2005-12-05T15:28:00.000-08:00

tea_and_pi: your up?
aneurisko: yep...KISS
tea_and_pi: mornin darlin
aneurisko: can I tell you how much I miss you?
tea_and_pi: yes !
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: allow me a moment to express
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: I have traveled beyond worlds and words
aneurisko: seeking the uplifted beacon's bright light
aneurisko: and travailed the venture to us all
aneurisko: wondering, dreaming, weeping, laughing
aneurisko: all the time remembering our love
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: further
tea_and_pi: :x
aneurisko: among all that I have seen and heard
aneurisko: nothing is more precious than what I see here
aneurisko: among the birds, the trees, the flowers
aneurisko: of our terrestrial home
aneurisko: a Paradise of privelage
aneurisko: even if tainted by the worthless wordmonger
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: a sphere of loveliness which bees humm
aneurisko: an orb of gentleness which cats purr
aneurisko: an Influence of Being which only the lover knows and silently embraces
aneurisko: letting drop a tear of knowing
aneurisko: embraced and embracing what IS
aneurisko: THIS is our Life
aneurisko: and THIS is your Heart
aneurisko: which I love past words
tea_and_pi: our heart
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: U and I
aneurisko: Us, Ours, We
aneurisko: Alpha, Lambda, Omega
aneurisko: Epsilon, Data
aneurisko: wending, bending, verging, owning
aneurisko: venturing the vast orientation
aneurisko: how can we not but rejoice, despite our tears?!
tea_and_pi: when approaching my workparking the car removing equipment...a wave of wind passes my heart i stretched full armed
tea_and_pi: to the sky
tea_and_pi: as if ebracing
tea_and_pi: what a silly sight i must have been
aneurisko: tell on
tea_and_pi: i thought better of dancing
tea_and_pi: that they may call 911
aneurisko: haha
aneurisko: haven't we called 911 already?
tea_and_pi: LOL
aneurisko: Behold!
aneurisko: The emergency police have arrived.
tea_and_pi: your presencs creats
tea_and_pi: a place that makes
tea_and_pi: no words
aneurisko: a place where the Heart abides, ever
aneurisko: this is our ever-present, sacred Hearth
tea_and_pi: to haveseen and touched the beloved
aneurisko: our very Discovery of Being
aneurisko: how cherished
tea_and_pi: the womaN I AM STAYING WITH YESTERDAY
tea_and_pi: SAID
tea_and_pi: LET ME READ SOMETHING TO YOU sTEWART
tea_and_pi: SAID
tea_and_pi: AT THE LAST INTENSIVE
tea_and_pi: I SAID
tea_and_pi: YES
tea_and_pi: GO ON
tea_and_pi: oops
tea_and_pi: sorry about the caps
aneurisko: chuckle
aneurisko: never mind
tea_and_pi: she quoted
aneurisko: it's All cipher anyway
tea_and_pi: "the beloved is not someone we get to know...it is something revealed to us"
aneurisko: you are hemmed in by lovers
tea_and_pi: she read this to me when i was over flowing with love and speaking of the wordless
tea_and_pi: way i find in expressing
aneurisko: our silent honesty is more than holiness
aneurisko: it IS Wisdom
aneurisko: whose name is Grace, Zoe, Gaia
aneurisko: indeed, Sophia...the Bride of God
tea_and_pi: and the truth is beyond poetics...the truth of your presence
tea_and_pi: with me
tea_and_pi: with us
aneurisko: an overflowing spring
tea_and_pi: make the missing nonexistant
aneurisko: where there is no time or space to intrude
tea_and_pi: i truly feel you with me
aneurisko: face to face
aneurisko: Beomg
aneurisko: Being
aneurisko: Beta, Epsilon, Omega [M], Gama
aneurisko: Meta?
aneurisko: metareal
aneurisko: suprareal
aneurisko: intrareal
aneurisko: REAL
tea_and_pi: the very air is alive
aneurisko: and I kiss your very ear
tea_and_pi: yet i breath it
tea_and_pi: embrace it
aneurisko: how near AM I to U!
tea_and_pi: enfold
aneurisko: we are but children of God
aneurisko: One
tea_and_pi: let it flow around and back toyou
aneurisko: my lips breath honey
aneurisko: my tongue tingles with lightning
aneurisko: I AM satisfied in your embrace
aneurisko: dear heart
tea_and_pi: dear heart
aneurisko: we are the footstool of God
aneurisko: the rest of the Infinite
tea_and_pi: in my hand the spiknard
aneurisko: in your hair, the strength of Samson
tea_and_pi: and in your eyes ...i see...
aneurisko: and in your heart...I know...
aneurisko: I AM embraced, and embracing Life!
aneurisko: how grand is Love and Truth!
aneurisko: lovers through thick and thin
tea_and_pi: a song as birds on a morning limb we are
aneurisko: chirping away the Eternal
tea_and_pi: as the sun rises
aneurisko: and as the sun sets
aneurisko: brooding on our Condition
tea_and_pi: flapping wings preening each others feathers
tea_and_pi: simple sparrows
aneurisko: hid under the everlasting arms
tea_and_pi: briefly present on this earth
aneurisko: ever present to God
aneurisko: Present of and to Being
tea_and_pi: as it should be:)
aneurisko: is this not our Orourubus?
tea_and_pi: full circle creating the opeled diamond
tea_and_pi: rainbow prisms
aneurisko: the Widow's Mite
tea_and_pi: of being
aneurisko: once lost between the floorboards
aneurisko: but we rejoice in the finding of it!
tea_and_pi: remember ing the stepping on my arm
tea_and_pi: lol
aneurisko: like treading the field for the Opal Jem
aneurisko: "and finding the Jem, the person went and sold all that they owned in order to buy the field"
aneurisko: haha...what Sojourners we Are!
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: is this not precisely what Jesus did?
aneurisko: sold all he once owned
aneurisko: in order to recover the Jem of Humanity?
tea_and_pi: his was a joy to do so
aneurisko: blessed above every Name
aneurisko: how grand is his Faith and Love!
aneurisko: and We share in it...by Charitas, Zoe, Gaia
aneurisko: Charis, ever Charis
aneurisko: Care?
aneurisko: Care, Life, Nature
aneurisko: Mother, Wisdom, Light
aneurisko: how wonderful
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: we ARE home after all
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: quite where we belong
tea_and_pi: we are
tea_and_pi: it has always been present
tea_and_pi: with us
aneurisko: "the kingdom is within you"
tea_and_pi: but to share the eyes of seeing
tea_and_pi: opens our front door
aneurisko: the Eye of sight
tea_and_pi: out pouring our children
tea_and_pi: and their children
aneurisko: and children's children
tea_and_pi: pouring as a cornicopia
tea_and_pi: of being
aneurisko: overflowing Life
tea_and_pi: not all our silly form too
aneurisko: form upon form, as faith upon faith
aneurisko: ascending, descending, expanding ever
tea_and_pi: we see this
aneurisko: we enjoy this
aneurisko: and place ourselves among eternity as a child
tea_and_pi: conscious connectors...observers and pathfinders
aneurisko: God would be a child, in Us
tea_and_pi: at play in the fields of the lord
aneurisko: "The greatest shall be the least, and the least shall be the greatest...those who are first shall be last and the last shall be first"
aneurisko: "and when you come to the Temple, do not seek the highest seat among the invited; but take the lowest seat among the many. And the One who keeps the Temple will call your Name and set you at the Right Hand in the company of All."
aneurisko: "and even as I have set down at the Right Hand of my Father, so shall U set down with me in my throne, U in I, I in God, All in All."
tea_and_pi: and when i rest only one word will pass me lips before the kiss..."Beloved"
aneurisko: THIS IS LOVE AND TRUTH!
aneurisko: REALITY
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: chuckle
aneurisko: I can hear the towers of time falling
aneurisko: still falling
aneurisko: the World will witness soon what we do here, together
tea_and_pi: a single wave among the many
aneurisko: we can be content in knowing as much
tea_and_pi: creating tsinami of being
tea_and_pi: mere tools of creation
aneurisko: I prefer the simple self
tea_and_pi: yes
tea_and_pi: as we live and breath
aneurisko: let me touch, taste, breath
tea_and_pi: so be it
aneurisko: let me pluck the hours, quietly
aneurisko: a boquete of Eternity I would have and make
tea_and_pi: :thye are yours to possess these slippings hours
tea_and_pi: of time
aneurisko: poor time
aneurisko: such a wanderer
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: like flowers of the field
aneurisko: more arrayed than Solomon's wisdom
aneurisko: yet they do not tend themselves
aneurisko: but just Are
tea_and_pi: and the birds?
aneurisko: oh, the birds
aneurisko: sacred to the Messanger Mother
aneurisko: and the Owl, and Dove, and Crow
aneurisko: what Majesty is in them!
tea_and_pi: the heron and the eagle
aneurisko: it boggles my mind
aneurisko: but I Honor and Admire
aneurisko: U know better than I
aneurisko: the Song of the Birds
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: you taught me thus
aneurisko: Mother, Sister, Lover of mine
tea_and_pi: thus
aneurisko: no, I taught you nothing
tea_and_pi: when first i stepped into the wood
tea_and_pi: and heard your tale
tea_and_pi: i remembered
aneurisko: yes
aneurisko: your heritage is to vast for me to teach
aneurisko: too vast
tea_and_pi: when calling on the sacred hearth
tea_and_pi: the ashes sculpted
aneurisko: when you awake from slumber
aneurisko: it is your own Mother who awakes you
tea_and_pi: by the hand of being
tea_and_pi: how else
tea_and_pi: could it have been
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: and you find yourself in the Lap of Hestia
tea_and_pi: but the whirlwind
aneurisko: a new born
tea_and_pi: of encounter and exchange
tea_and_pi: creates
tea_and_pi: the alchemy
tea_and_pi: of
tea_and_pi: godlike recipies
tea_and_pi: move ment
tea_and_pi: stirring of the cauldron
tea_and_pi: that serves
tea_and_pi: manna
tea_and_pi: we tasted
tea_and_pi: the ambrosia
aneurisko: and we ever embibe
aneurisko: each other's perfect Honesty
aneurisko: a cherished embrace
tea_and_pi: kiss
aneurisko: ever new, never old, always living
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: I remember those days of last November well
tea_and_pi: never owning but always in the presence
tea_and_pi: wow to think its been
tea_and_pi: almost a year
aneurisko: ...it was an eternity then
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: and it whispers yet
aneurisko: we whisper
tea_and_pi: do you hear when we whisper
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: "What manner of Shrine is This?"
tea_and_pi: ahh
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: They hear Us
aneurisko: We hear Them
aneurisko: One thing
aneurisko: this IS Our Revelation
aneurisko: how else explain the potent synchronicities?
tea_and_pi: no doubt
aneurisko: as Above, so Below
tea_and_pi: no need to explain
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: but, it depends on Our agreement
aneurisko: and this takes an Effort, and Choice
aneurisko: this IS our Work
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: and is perfected by our mutual Grace
aneurisko: only then is the Channel fully open
aneurisko: and every Moment speaks Union
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: then our tears flow too sweetly
aneurisko: and the birds speak mystery
aneurisko: and the trees clap their hands
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: the Highway of Holiness
aneurisko: We Are One
tea_and_pi: we are ONE
aneurisko: We...All
aneurisko: Are...Time
aneurisko: One...Eternal
aneurisko: As We see, so are we seen
aneurisko: What was, IS; what has been, shall Be
aneurisko: "I AM what was, then was not; but IS and shall BE"
aneurisko: Alpha....Us....Omega
aneurisko: Meta
aneurisko: AUOM
aneurisko: The Name of God
aneurisko: The Sound of God
aneurisko: Life
tea_and_pi: the word
aneurisko: Logos
aneurisko: Creation, IT's Self
aneurisko: The Morning Star
tea_and_pi: rises as we speak
tea_and_pi: placing the gaze on the heavens
aneurisko: "And if the World (Time), lifts up the son of Man...all the World shall be drawn unto IT's Self"
aneurisko: Foot's Stool
aneurisko: Rest
aneurisko: Saaboath
tea_and_pi: kiss
aneurisko: you know these things
aneurisko: and they whisper to you
tea_and_pi: yes we do
tea_and_pi: perhaps flowers upon the shrine
tea_and_pi: and i will set my heart to the sea
tea_and_pi: upon the 8th
tea_and_pi: you in the wood and i by the ocean

2005-12-02T04:38:00.000-08:00

I have watched
the simple proof of growth
N change
N death
N most of all
Of resurrection’s breech
A simple leaf
That sprouts
From forest floor and dung
Persistant in its will to be
Relentless
Unshakeable
Persistant
Cracking rock while reaching for the sun
Embracing space and time
Inspiring passion of the solar winds
To carry memory messages
Roots in darkness
Arms in light
Mudras to inspire
Nature’s tantra
Hot and held
For passion of the joining
Other worlds
Imagined in our dreams
Or hoped for under
Brush and stroke and pen
Finding all the new maths
Molds n myths
By memory saving
Subtle changes for the coming times
As witness one must hold
The eye as point
Of greater dreams
N new imaginings
The eons of patterns in chaos
Feasting on hope
Passing plates
Filled with all that’s gone before
That seeks fair vessels
Formed to more dynamic densities
Vessels
Ships for fools and kings
What rides us to these yet unchartered shores
Will we with mind or heart be present once again
To witness all the cycles of our gross imaginings
The I
The Me
The chance to hold the sacred See
Or thou
And you
Illusion’s tried and true
Ultimate paradox
Of presence and void

2005-12-01T13:14:00.000-08:00

tea_and_pi: i see it now
aneurisko: Crystal Clear, and Resonate with Wind
tea_and_pi: the salt that clings to skin
aneurisko: glistens
aneurisko: as the stars
aneurisko: and a short Company, in Host of Fleet
aneurisko: tread the Waters in Good Expectation
aneurisko: the Pipes of Highland
aneurisko: and the Shipboards Thunder with Dance
aneurisko: hands held high, and tinkling brass in finger
aneurisko: prances to the list of Greatest Care
tea_and_pi: my greatest joy
aneurisko: I have my Tortoise Harp
aneurisko: will that do?
tea_and_pi: of course
aneurisko: then, as now, Mystery Music
aneurisko: I saw her fly
aneurisko: more quick than I
aneurisko: upon the wind
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ah but she caught your breath
tea_and_pi: and carried
tea_and_pi: you to the heart
tea_and_pi: of her own
aneurisko: a Nest of Solitude
aneurisko: and Silent Whispers
tea_and_pi: outside of time and space a timed embrace
tea_and_pi: that nightly poses
aneurisko: wafts like breaking waves
tea_and_pi: somewhere in something nether
aneurisko: on a shore just passing
aneurisko: smashing Inlets
tea_and_pi: and walking in the waves of low tides finding
tea_and_pi: all the tiny
tea_and_pi: glistening
tea_and_pi: stars
tea_and_pi: that cling to feet
aneurisko: twinkling still
tea_and_pi: as walking through
tea_and_pi: the waves
tea_and_pi: little jelly fish
aneurisko: they clasp each other
tea_and_pi: clinging to your feet
aneurisko: breeding fools or stinging surprise
tea_and_pi: tiny tiny
tea_and_pi: just enough
tea_and_pi: to cling
aneurisko: on the Rock
aneurisko: and live
aneurisko: for the fleeting Bread
aneurisko: all live by
aneurisko: even the Giant
aneurisko: eats the Seeds of the Oceanic Mind.
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: there, on the rising crest
aneurisko: Moby
aneurisko: shall we Dive with em?
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ride the whale in dreams
aneurisko: White
aneurisko: Whale of Ocean
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: that ever lives
aneurisko: and is your blossom
aneurisko: and embrace
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: you are the sea nymph
aneurisko: the mermaid
aneurisko: the woods nymph
aneurisko: Neptunes Charge
tea_and_pi: would you sink to the depths...would you follow to the places never seen
aneurisko: Neptune's lovely Field
aneurisko: never seen?
aneurisko: where the Eye sustains
aneurisko: no thing is Dark, but Dark itself
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: Eye of sustinance
aneurisko: substance
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: sus....breath
aneurisko: sub....feel
aneurisko: stance....stand
aneurisko: which is Fire
aneurisko: we have our
aneurisko: Aqua Vita
aneurisko: which is the Constellation
aneurisko: Aquaurius
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: form sleek sides...raise the tide...
tea_and_pi: my breath will rise the waning moon
tea_and_pi: toward the stars i sigh
tea_and_pi: the gifts that I have left behind
tea_and_pi: reflect within your eyes
aneurisko: my own great wish
aneurisko: and comfort of kindness
aneurisko: a pleasant grotto
aneurisko: and oaken nook
aneurisko: of farfetched fields
aneurisko: grown old with patient memory
aneurisko: still falling, rising, ever born anew
aneurisko: Acorn Children
aneurisko: and Ashen Lords
tea_and_pi: you know them?
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: my kin
aneurisko: they keep the Mountains
aneurisko: and the highest heighths
aneurisko: which I protect
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: though off to Sea
aneurisko: most times
aneurisko: less often Oceanus
aneurisko: requires my Force
aneurisko: but lately
aneurisko: we have met much
aneurisko: in Counsel of the Deep
aneurisko: for which cause
aneurisko: he sent me his Neriaeds
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: lovely daughters
aneurisko: Queens of Pools and Brooks
aneurisko: stand tall in the Wave
aneurisko: naked as the Day
aneurisko: though our Custom is
aneurisko: no Clothes past a Million Leagues
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: so Neptune too makes witness
aneurisko: and points up what the Nereiads point out and down
aneurisko: Neptune, Father of Waters
aneurisko: Old Man of the Sea
aneurisko: Shepard of Waves and Wandering
aneurisko: King of Salt
aneurisko: Comfort of Origins
aneurisko: Counsel Deep as Heaven Broad
aneurisko: my Rock

aneurisko: then Thunder on the Wave is born
aneurisko: and Winds find Companion
aneurisko: blessed embrace of Elements
aneurisko: Silk Worm Woven
aneurisko: Priestess blessed
aneurisko: Sails for Venture
aneurisko: Wholly blessed.

2005-11-30T15:46:00.000-08:00

.....the still throat
horse and silent
hoofs worn sore and smooth
impatient stompings
as if some forced foot thunder
might instill the echo
from a waning tide
no longer can i bide
course callings to the stars
the sea
the earth
what song should i have sung
what pettled poem upon the lips of
goblets formed in gold or wood
or was the dance to slow
to fast
or ill disguised in dreams
it seems
gentle in the ways of sunsets
tropical and soft the breeze
across the orange horizons
comes a hand upon my arm
mere coaxing that its time to leave
there's other worlds to grieve
and other seas to call upon the all
same as the one
that set my heart in thrall
beloveds hidden
deaf
and blind
and yet
i pause and paint upon the heart
in azure strokes
...the visions left behind
in poem and song and rhyme
in case he comes too late
and wonders
wonders
why i didn't wait

2005-11-28T01:33:00.000-08:00

djed

wonders
strange
and felt
i'v truly fallen to the
early morning matins shift
a place of solitude
before the light of day
a silence both within and out
a mindless octopus
flails arms about my face
in wave like
heavy gestures
as if looking for a stance
reflecting
on a pattern
glazed in dreams
placed over
donet shaped realities
something seen on science channels
cutting through the landscape
of our vague perceptions
only to be pulled apart
by lines of mitocondria
self filiments meant
for the greater good
they say
but now i find i pray
without the words that
touch
much more
as if i'm
looking
back
and turning self to rock o salt
a pillar
weighing down the steppes
passed by
a thing from here to there
no jochem boaz
line
or Sampson at my side
just womanly erections
froze and held
by curiosity
i know now
that i merely came to sea

2005-11-25T05:38:00.000-08:00

in dank n dark the whirling specks of plankton
passing by
the joy of spinning to the surface of my liquid home
is better known with arched design
this form full face toward stars
the changing shades of blues to greens to grays
the best delight is finding sacred lights
above the waves
and watch them toss their manna breath
to folds of fathoms rolling over
in the ebb n flow
of dreams
i take them back it seems
for all the wild imaginings persist past storm and din of winds
my very kin
most often hide down in the deepest din of pride
while i in folly find the shift of tempest wave
a fruitful venture finding all the limits of my kind
and dancing them into their worth
some strange relentless birth
sometimes in bravest venture
followed to the very edges of tsunami terror
faithful mates in a seas of wrath
and find they can come back
but then forever changed
the siren call is not the only call we hear
but deep within the deep
a low and humble groan of being
something in the song of life
that urges even faint of souls
with promises to venture into waking dreams

2005-11-25T04:02:00.000-08:00

the mystery unfolds
transparent guise from
paper rice
stone rubbings
orogami in design
faint lines and edges
maping out
eternal source of laughter
from the stars
some clown's amusing goal
"let's see if they can punch their way
through oragami bags"
we ought to gno
above
below
...but then why give it
creed ance
once the whoosh and spin
of endings
find the start
the rush now finds me heart
and here i fall again
dark angel
to the form of matter in the round
the same
familur sounds o
crackle
ping
and sparky things
a babe in woods
so feral tried and true
in dreams i think u knew
ped
peding
predator and prey
first triad game we play
rehersal for
the endless guests that stay
close by
oh my
"i;ve said too much
thats me in the mirror
that's me in the spotlight
loosing my re legion"

2005-11-24T05:36:00.000-08:00

today is my thanksgiving day
grateful for the simple love and friendship
that passes through and to
us all
in spite of fumblings
inconsistencies
inadequate mind sets
grateful for the chance
to participate
grateful to see
the ones that hold
our hearts to
bloom and blossom
right there
before our eyes
grateful for the chance to glance
at the edge and verge of all possibilities
potential for transformation
here within our presence
laughter and warmth
hand in hand
this blatant prayer
wells up from being human
this i love
this i share
blessed be

2005-11-23T05:18:00.000-08:00

damn
the forbearers of swift arcanas
count them all past 3 2 5
what lays within our present past to claim
willful and kept unkempt
blow them all
a fearce wind
purple and bold
you lie
you flounder
you are the me in thee
not one nor 2
in frantic
calls i shout
one honest soul
release and show the tole we pay
and save the day
how can i show the gods a worthy man
just one
to find the world in grains of sand
quotes
and pithy verbage
clogs the pipes of being
all we wait for is a song
just one mere
birdie singing
and from these breasts of Geia
you finally see the struggle of the emerging slime
the base of being
the tendrils of the prime potential
anger is the first reward
not bliss
an impetus to step the path
with tremers under foot
change .... the scream of birthing
emerging is the blood and brine
what beauty from her loins have
spent and paid from our bliss
you too have seen and known
the relentless urge of creation
the mountains of momentum
no easy task for the faint of heart
or the needy
well up
from all your primal being
ladle to culdron
stirring tubers and spice
within the vessel
set upon the fire
few press to change
without the hold of present past
few knights of valour
raise excaliber toward the suns and
form the land
the land and we are one

2005-11-05T04:44:00.000-08:00

Not mirrors
Nor handles on the door
Something more
A hand to inner makings
Hidden deep
within the blood and gore
some find the reach to stone
Excalibur at best
no place of rest
the few
that clear away the sweaty paths
and dark nights of the soul
(dismissed as
brave cowards willing sacrifices on the alter
of the nothing child)
….my children all
oozing blood n grime
displays of rancid
body parts
what fallen angel hasn’t longed
for mary’s hand upon the brow
cool strokes
baptism of our greater way of being
what horror
anger
wrath has not been
visioned worn and tested
ways of
hu man in the quest
no rest
no rest
For stinky vermin guests
Leave your mud shoes at the door
And walk upon the earthen floors
We Entered at our own demise
Oh Pearl of greatest price
Your song of sacrifice
Will sing the truth of who our least
Might be
A candidate for dire humanity
For all the world to see
we fail!
To mark the boundaries of despair
With something more
than platitudes
and musings in the round
we win as often as
we scream the tearful sounds
as witness to our children’s
fall from grace
and curse the womb that brought them to this place
of pain
who here
would willingly
slam hands upon the cross
and offer up their life for
handfuls of these vipers
….who here upon the round
can hold a steady glance
into the pit of all our
reckonings
and know our hand is in the fault
so few pillars of salt
so few burning bushes
though none pass by
without witness
2 the U N I

2005-10-30T06:25:00.000-08:00

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

2005-10-23T12:11:00.000-07:00

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..............

2005-10-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-21T06:08:00.000-07:00

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

___________________________________________________

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?

2005-10-07T05:36:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-02T09:21:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-02T07:58:00.000-07:00

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!

2005-10-02T05:21:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-01T17:36:00.000-07:00

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”

2005-10-01T17:23:00.000-07:00

…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

2005-09-29T04:45:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-28T06:29:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-26T06:14:00.000-07:00

______http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/horizon/2001/parallelunitrans.shtml

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

2005-09-25T17:18:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-25T16:54:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2005-09-25T16:43:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-25T16:38:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-25T16:29:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-25T16:15:00.000-07:00

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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2005-08-05T05:31:00.000-07:00

months…no years have now passed in balance of the rending of the gods
friendships fine and founded well into the dark and light
receiving /sending calls into the night
for love and love alone
the unnamed of the real and coming gestures
mudras of the mind
and spirit kind
demanded now the venture to the
patterns forms and signs
we pleasantly released and offered moisture through the breech
without a hesitation of a thought
.....or what we “ought”
planned risings like a flower in the field
a harvest yield
of maps
of lay lines in the making of a quest
now arranged and balanced in the bowels of form and steel
all things placed... balanced
holy from the real
geometries of space
a path
a pass
a map
and formed to lift the norm
“we’ll find the four faces of the tetragrammatron!!!”
we chimed together in a song
merbird
shaman
and a host of holy wrongs
were bending then
so now our eyes saw fire
scanned the path and set to lift and fly
this rocking motion of the earth
sizing archs and angles with the eyes of mirth
delight in viewing the adventure
on the road

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the geometries begin
witness to placement of mortal beings on the trail of tears
sent to the forward
As an impulse of humanity
companions and friends
keeping safe
the text of times
luxuries of traversing the path of wonder
all that hear the snap of twig
the flutter of the startled flocks that rise on bold relentless timed approach
will in their spirit kind
accompany the new repeated endless eons
of in present past
And shift n grind the step of raucous rapture in the fall
or rise
…pure matter in its densest form
a bubble of all times to come
within the tightening of all the spiral formulas
one flow about the lay lines of the earth
a math language first in form
tri angel trinity to hypercube
and all the while those half wake eyes
resting in the round
will notice but a minting in the heart
and find that all humanity is once again to walk the trail of tears
with laughter love and hope arising in their veins
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Bags packed .Cooler with water, cokes, juices, posted close within reaching distance. Computers, books and sum such that we think we cannot live without are all in place within the trunk and back seat. Map quest comings and goings for DC, upstate New York, Minnesota (don’t ya know) and back to Florida all in place.
The timing and places to be has been figured out in a roundabout fashion and we decided to play it by ear.
Yes the Crone ritual would be on the Rising of Sirius and that was probably the only fixed date for any gathering. Trying not to think of the trip in number of miles…(which actually came to more than 3000)…we rather focused on the ideas of being present in the adventure .
The first stop was to be at my nephew Ryan’s new home in Washington DC. My niece Angela was also there renting a row house from her brother.
Cris’s car was comfortable but the air conditioning decided to take a turn for the worst .Trust me, the midstates have it all over the south when it comes to mid summer heat and humidity
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The beginning trek up the seaboard was without event other than my exposure and learned appreciation for industrial music. Since Chris was doing most of the driving ,an unspoken agreement that the driver was the keeper of the sound kept our spirits up. Most interesting were the words. Often quotes from ancient poetry , esoteric musings, erotica, and sometimes silly ironies or just irreverent fun. Now I am addicted and searching out the cds.
Was a sweaty journey without air conditioning…but adjusted with cold drinks and putting my head out the window like a dog, or traveling the greater portion of the miles at night. Also learned how to set my hand in a comfortable position so as to blast the air at my face. Traveling was never a passive endeavor.

WASHINGTON DC

its a forever job to remain in the question
i treasure our continued association
rich it is in the fruit of our being...
testing the
full realm of paths....guiding with a hand
of a companion...each other through
unfamilur territory...
the lonliness abides a while in the
aftermath and
speeds/seeds our paths to fruition...
the next
cycle...all dancing the new again...
tiptoeing on the
filmy grid...carefully plotting the next wave /tremor
cross the lay lines of Giea...or like worlds known or
unknown...
towers
roots
and seeds
seeking them that seek us

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There has to be a reason why they made the streets of DC so confusing. Spending most of the time trying to backtrack...only to be more deeply imbedded in a maze of exits and side streets. Finally found our way by talking by phone with my nephew...coaxing us through the grid, street by street. SOOO hot and uncomfortable. AHhh to get inside with the air conditioning. Drinking up the cool.
Stayed at Angela's row house on the first floor. Her temporary home.
Ryan has been working on a number of renovations ,sculpting the cellar into another apartment for Angela. Keeping a lot of the original brick in frames of recessed areas .
Settling in we make our plans for checking out the market and capitol.
This was a first time for both of us. But most of all we wanted to make plans for meeting with friends we have talked to on line and putting a face to the word.
Cris drove to Lisa’s and brought her back for the evening. We all immediately fell into wonderful conversation and laughter. Conversation flowed like a dam burst and friendships were sealed. Played a bit with the tarot and some amazing synchronicities manifested in sign and symbol.

I remembered that Shaheda had said at one time that if I was in DC to contact her. What a wonderful encounter for Chris and I . We met for lunch at a little café near the market and delighted in the exchange. Shaheda gave me a lovely note with a red string in the envelope. And on the bottom of the note is written “Here is a red string to place around what you wish to make sacred. “Days later, this string became a beautiful symbol for a pivot/transition as a sign of faith and friendship.
After lunch Shaheda so graciously offered in spite of the searing heat and humidity, to give us a walking tour of the capital and its layout. This was my first time ever in Washington, that is other than driving through on my way to New York.
I was amazed to see the extent of walls and blocks forcing entry from only one direction, video cameras everywhere, and the presence of military at all times. For obvious reasons of course.
She showed us the places of interest and encouraged us to take time in the future to explore these monuments and buildings closer when we had more time. Most amazing was the detailed attention and pointing out of the trees surrounding these buildings. Touching and speaking of each individual tree as if long friends placed in perfect geometries around these buildings. Stories and names of their individual history . This I appreciated most of all (being a secret tree hugger anyways). Then she pointed out her favorite tree . I asked that I might take a picture of her under her favorite tree. Looking closely now there seems to be a winged creature just above in the branches. Always curious these form and shapes that reveal. Or perhaps other parts of our greater self are never in full proximity of matter…just connected by mere threads between beings.
When you are in accord with nature,
nature will yield up its bounty...
and every sacred place is the place
where eternity shines through time
.. Joseph Campbell

Sunday night at the Indian restaurant . We were served by a young man whose name was Shiva.I looked carefully at him and thought that he resembled the very look and body type of the sculptures I have seen in book and more interesting is that I have been working on a 5 foot sculpture of Shiva at home... Updating it as a 21th century goth.
I asked her a question mulling around in me brain. That is if one was thinking from the physics/spirituality of matter placement:
Along the lines of our discussion about placement of trees …Such care and tending to the different types…..individual placement around the capital grounds. As if each one of these threads of green weavings held a stance like a protective garment. ….I asked her if perhaps the placement of such human individuals who carry such energetic diversities could be placed around the capital and just by their presence hold safe the makings of our nation’s signs and symbols.
The way some restaurants are set up it can be very hard to have a good conversation . I was not sure of the response but something about the color purple.
The evening went way too fast and I wished we had more time for conversation.
Chris and I enjoyed our evening with this amazing being and hope we have an opportunity to get together again. Perhaps when I return to DC next year.
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NEW YORK

Then on to Upstate NY. I grew up in a little town mid the Finger Lakes:Penn Yan on Lake Keuka. Some of the most beautiful country I have seen. It so resembles the landscapes of Italy ,And there is an area called Little Italy.
The first thing my sisters pointed out to me was an article in the Sunday paper. WOW talk about synchronicity. Whole page on crone rituals and their pagan roots. Even talked of the rising of Sirius .(Also Mary Magdalene’s Feast Day)
Well we first had 10 participants. But 2 of them that read the article backed out. Which left us with a nice number of the Isis 8.
Interesting that this timing was also so they could celebrate my birthday which was actually on September 8th(setting of Sirius and BVM feast day).
Originally I thought I would be in France by then but now it has been moved up to the end of September.
Perhaps I need to have another ritual on that day.
Anyways Cris and my grandson helped us in the ritual. During the day we sent them to the woods to find us some large flat rocks. On entry to the wood there was a large white mushrooms shaped like a phallus guarding entry to the path.
Respectfully they circled with the wheel barrel and found deep in the woods a pile of flat stones. We wondered if they had been piled there as grave cover or as someone was perhaps clearing the area decades past. Much of the stone pile had sunk into the earth, hinting that it may have been an old spring or well.
They brought back a couple loads that we formed a circle around the space outside the fire pit. Enough room for eight chairs around the fire and space to move around too.
An entry and exit was also formed with the stones like a corridor. We set candles on all the stones.
Thanks to the wonderful outline of events that Winnie had posted months before, I used a lot of the words and poetry for us all to recite and participate with.
Thankyou Winnie!
I divided it all into 8 parts so each had an opportunity to speak the words.
They all decided that we would feast first and have the ritual late into the night.
When time came ….Santos (my sisters husband….helped me light the fire we had prepared earlier. Then I entered the circle to call down the four directions and opened the sacred space.
Earlier I asked all to silently wash hands and face and find a space of calm before we begin. We all dressed in whatever inspired us. Some prepared hats. I wore a hat and a feathered boa. (pink in honor of Winnie’s words).
My grandson who plays classic and flamingo as well as rock guitar ..sat just outside the circle and played soft ambient music for the entire time the ritual took place.
Cris dressed entirely in black with a black mask that covered his face.
All candles were lit except the exit candles.
I stood at the entry to bless with sage as each entered the corridor. Handed each their readings as they entered……then Cris…drew the sign of the goddess on each forehead blessed with rode oil on the symbol and spoke, “You are the Rose. Welcome to the garden of wisdom..” to each that entered.
The ceremony was wonderful. Each read with the flashlight their parts. There were tears. I made purple shawls for each and put them on each of their shoulders telling them its good to be a woman and wear a shawl.
We all stood in circle and spoke about what is good about being a woman and crone.
We wrote on paper the things we wanted to release and threw them into the fire.
All the while My grandson mike is playing guitar music in the background.

Cris then passed out to all a crone stone then quoted these words,
“Here is your crone stone. In a form that protects it from the rough handling the world gives. Shaped in circle to remind us of the joyous and painful cycle of life and that all things are connected in Gaia and beyond. As a crone you will be flooded with special insights and attributes that you will share with others. You are a part of the greatest force on earth.”
We closed the circle with silent prayer.
Cris lit the exit candles and spontaneously spoke these words.
“Earth ,fire, water, and sky, thank you for giving us your blessing upon this occasion. The sacred mother smiles upon you all.”
Oh and an amazing thing…
I looked up and the faint clouds above us and saw they had formed a perfect square over our event. As each left the circle and received either the sun or moon or star token….the square dissipated slowly.
All the while while we participated in this ritual, My sister’s husband sat outside the circle smoking a cigar. Later he explained to us that in some forms of his families tradition that to watch over ritual in this manner was a form of protection.
MY sister Ande wrote a poem about our event as follows.
Sister to sister
We’re thick and thin
We gather this night
By route of earth and wind
Round fire we stand
Calling darkness and light
To bear witness to us
On this magical night
Surrender the blood
Take a seat on the throne
As we all become one
With the crone
To mystical doors
That maids cannot see
We step through each portal to see what will be
Standing on shores
And beaconing peace
We slip in the ocean
With child like glee
Full circle we’ve come
Girl maid mother crone
Wisdom is ours
We know the unknown
…..Andrea

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trip pics*