The Child wakes from birth
With soular eyes piercing
The infinitely beautiful skies.
And smiling, crawls into and out of
All shapes and colours of perception.
Soon walking and running learns that
The physical is the playground of creation;
The abode of pleasure and pain.
But unbeknownst to the innocent Child
The Word had been corrupted long ago.
For he was brought not to his
Own mind but to that of others.
Taught not with love and faith
But by the disciplinarians violence.
Told but not shown, shown
But not involved; memorizing
But never thinking; imitating
And never truly understanding.
The world is split in two
With no reason set forth; no true
Beginning to the tale; no Faith
In the child’s ability to see.
So, the World, measured and compared;
Carved by an external, mechanical
Standard, through the Word,
Becomes increasingly dark and dreary.
Polemics ensues while conformity
Dulls and downgrades difference.
And Individualism parades detached
Whim and fancy as nobility.
Some try to reason and question,
Most turn a blind eye and deaf
Ear, expressing their indifference
For thought and care through
Childish entertainments and buffoonery.
The burgeoning mind of the Child
Confronted with what was at first
Considered normal, usual, common
Becomes distraught and obsessed.
No longer can he go back and
No longer does he feel tied to
Who he once was and who friends
And family still imagine him to be.
At first he fights against him self.
At first he tries with all his might
To remain what he once was;
What others thought him to be.
But this is mere stagnation
And insanity. For it always comes
Back to painful anxiety and the
Internal struggle never recedes.
And then on the brink, alone, stricken
With the endless suffering of struggle
Against change and the strange new path
Laid out before him; he surrenders.
Exhausted and crying, he opens up
And praying; he asks for what he
For so long had fought against;
The struggle finally reaches climax.
He has let go of his image of self;
The fear of his own path begins to
Freely flow away and a new feeling
Slowly takes away the burden he carried.
Having not felt this before he is
perplexed; His weightlessness surprises him
And he asks why he feels this way;
Looks to see why a smile creeps across his face.
He understands not his peacefulness;
His inner tranquility. All he knows is
That, for whatever reason, he has been uplifted,
And this joyful emptiness ushers him to sleep.
In his slumber he begins to dream,
In his dream dwells a bright whiteness
And slowly a figure emerges and speaks unto him:
“Truth leads to untruth, Untruth leads to truth.”
Uncurling from the forbidding night
A new day is dawning and the
Sun, vibrant in its illumination,
Dissolves the Worlds uncertainty.
The wall of words have given way
To the ripening of the Word
And have scattered guideposts
For the long journey ahead.
On my walk back home
I am greeted by a friend,
A bug by the name of “lady”.
From my shorts to my hand
Over the hair on my arm:
She travels up to greet me.
I smile at her splendor and wonder
About the life she was given.
From my arm,
To my hand,
To the wind,
And gone again.
Happiness is mine
To have crossed paths
With such beauty;
To have shared
A moment of life.
To have you before me
And look into your eyes,
To gaze upon your lips
And see you smile.
To hear the music of your life
And share in its sorrow and joy,
To be contrapuntally poised
And become a fugue.
To feel you underneath my touch
And taste the sweetness of your skin
To trace the curves of your body
And kiss the nap of your neck.
To hold you bare against my breast
And run my fingers through your hair
To enjoy you pressed against me
And let the whole world disappear.
The eagle faced night light
Drifts through my mind
And casts a universe
On the waves of the silk abyss.
And I, the unmoved mover
Too unmythical for remembrance,
Verily consecrated in perception
Observe through the mirror:
Myself Being enveloped in the silky depths;
My eyes melting in muck
While I drown in puddled waves.
Death in the shallow night
The light burns the leeches from my eyes.
Since entering into your room my
Heart, chaotically beating, has calmed.
Serenely laying among pillows and
Upon your breast, have I rested.
Rising you beckon me to join you
Slowly by your hands am I spun,
Until all the world is a whirling,
Chaotic profusion.
And I am reminded of my life:
Disoriented, misdirected, purposeless.
Safely within the mandala you
Created, I am brought to rest
Before a pedestal.
My purpose brought to light
Upon the pages lit by Sol.
The words unreadable,
In my newly initiated state.
The call being answered.
The direction given.
The reorientation commences.
“Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day’s divinity
First thing you see.”
– Jim (ghost song)
Choose the season and choose the sign of your season
The season’s divinity…
O Divine Gorges,
Let me reside within and beside you
O my chosen one your steep sharp rocks
And cool gurgling streams
Glistening with renewing beauty
Breathe life into my wearied
With waiting self
Long does it seem since
Our spirits have been free
To touch and taste each other
To dance and sing in silence
The passed revolutions of the seasons
Mingle into one long winter
And I must cast off these
Dreary disheartening shackles
O Divine One,
You are the sign of the season
The season’s divinity
First and last thing I wish to see
Your jagged surface shall toughen me
Your heights and depths shall balance me
Your cool clear waters shall refresh me
Your gorgeous spirit shall re-awaken me
Let me learn to dance on the tips
Of your rocky fingers
Let me learn to scale the jagged
Steeps of your back
Let me learn to balance across
The fallen strands of your hair
Let me learn from you the patience of one
Who is always in love…
unlearn all that you’re taught
unlearn the ways in which you’ve thought
unlearn the attachment to what you’ve bought
unlearn the sadness in which you rot
unlearn the pride in which you’re caught
unlearn the safety of your cot
unlearn the reason in which you sought
unlearn the objectivity for which you fought
Learn to become a wise cave man!
The waves crashing and foaming speak wonders
sunlight reflecting numerous dances
i fall away, the ocean sucks, spits, confers
grip, the blue blanket takes all influence
swirling, i am lost and at peace with loss
a fog slowly creeps across my open eyes
the twilight is so astounding, thought dies
i am the water, the mind a willing cost
the sun illuminates all but the deep
rays pierce my skin like a million darts
thought reborn, from the sight of my parts
body,mind and soul combined, this i must keep
Calamity is what drove me to grow
I, do not despair, let the rising flow
Our soular movement
Creates our gravity
From traced infinity
In the planetary realms
Of intangible existence.
This gestation period
Before our true beauty
Can blossom forth into
Multi-dimensional creation.
Our musical dance
Of soular grace
Into the wordlessness
Of truth.
The destitute landscape of mind
Lies before seeking eyes.
As the rising sun
Slowly illuminates:
This barbarous land;
When the light
Continues to age,
Out of the firmament
Of our thoughtlessness
Arises the attitude,
The quality
Of thought-fullness.
But before command is taken:
The inverted mount awaits devotion.
Serpentine struggles,
Through its shivering roaring river.
While the soul slowly awakens
The mystic image appears,
Dangling just out of grasp.
This hazy apparition, unfathomable.
As if hidden below the surface
Of a dark and brooding current.
But as the twilight
Begins to fade:
The eyes behold–
The majestic symbol.
The breathing,
Many-faced,
Sphere,
Sphere of…
Truth leads to Untruth,
Untruth leads to Truth.
The path and way of being,
Particularly human being, flows like this.
Truth leads to Untruth,
Untruth to Truth.
Man is that organic process,
That creatively ordered flux.
Man stands before the Cosmos,
A small frail being.
Its incomprehensibility,
Equal to its spatial scope.
He almost drowns in the
Abyss of the Unknown.
Yet in the depths of this
Incomprehensible blackness,
A light emerges.
Consciousness born.
Man’s essence, like the tree,
Who rises and strives towards Sol,
Man reaches for the light in Mind.
And as the tree does not only rise up,
So does it also descend.
And just as the seed had to incubate
In the darkness before it could sprout,
So Man also.
Being at one with the heights,
And the depths.
Being at home in them,
And also a home for them.
Man, fearless
Only when he grasps his own
Oblivion.
For a dawn grows out
From every darkness.
And Man is that Dawning.
Man is forever a Dawn and a dawning.
And it takes time for this to dawn upon him.
Focusing too much on
the straight line.
On propositions,
Themselves instead of
The conjunctions
Between things
A language that dances.
To have multiple types;
Relationships between
Thoughts and ideas.
Building dwellings,
Perspectives,
Ways of life.
Most importantly:
Allowing the multiple
Ways of life
To blossom and
Dwell together.
How I love thee;
Without you I’d be blind,
But with you I create
Heaven or Hell.
Together we lay
Side by side
Turned towards each other
We kiss
We touch
We play
We feel
I hold you
And roll you
On top of me
I look up into your eyes
Your lips are before me
And I kiss
Your breasts are before me
And I nibble
Our bodies
So close
So warm
Slowly my hands
Slide down your back
And I squeeze your bum
We kiss
Slowly my fingers
Move to your panties
I feel your warmth
Your wetness and
I wish to enter
Slowly I grind
My self against you
And you against me
I slide
Your panties
to the side
We kiss
I press up and in
And I stop
We are one
And I stop
This is what
I want to feel
You are what
I want to feel
We are what
I feel
One
You don’t allow me to move,
But I so want to
One
I don’t allow you to move,
But you so want to
We are One
And we,
Feel
One
I’d like to hear you.
Your voice speak,
What only,
Your voice,
Could speak.
Your heart,
Your mind,
Free;
All influence,
Outside of,
Your self,
Free;
Everything,
Everyone.
Just you;
Open, smiling
Innocently,
You.
No past,
No future,
No one,
Desires,
Your own.
No one,
Thoughts
Only you,
Just you.
Some day
I’d like
To meet
You
Some day…
Free.
In the land of the eternal moon,
All are copies and nothing is real
Through this cold, hard surface; I cant feel you.
Your reflection is a stabbing without end.
And I am left naked, crumbling, before you.
The steps are lit to my soul and
You no longer walk them.
As I reach for you I find an image;
A shell of aloofness keeping me just out
Of bounds; just outside your perimeter.
In a flash,
I know your weighing the odds,
Calculating;
Deciding to open or close.
And what you do makes me want solitude.
I will not have a border,
My depths will remain open.
What more can I say?
I want to experience you,
To share myself with you,
To feel and touch you,
To caress and kiss you,
To bathe in your taste,
To float in your scent.
When will the reflective walls
Be broken so the true light
Can shine through?
I don't want this pale light tonight,
I want your solar sight!
In the land of the eternal moon,
All are copies and nothing is real.