I Love You, In …

I love you,
In the most expansive
And truest of
Ways.

Arms open wide,
Heart bursting with pride
We share a passion to
Last throughout
The days.

Words spoken, true
My heart given, to you
Open eyes see the light of
Love’s dawning, the sight
Overwhelms fear-filled souls
Giving rise to denial and
Jealous reprisal.

Whose love do you seek,
Why are you friends with
That freak,
Why does she talk to you
That way,
Do you love me
Today?

Why do you tell her
Those words,
Don’t you care whom
You hurt,
Aren’t I enough for
Your love, aren’t I sent
from above?

Will you love me tomorrow
Where you go, I will
Follow, give me your heart
Today, and I’ll never go
Away, I’ll be yours for
All time and love you tenderly,
It is true.

Sublime moments of bliss
We will share, rising high
Into the air we will float
On clouds of joy, winged love
In skies above
We’re soaring free,
Meant to be, hearts open wide
The ides of desire
Impassioned flower of
Soul’s most wondrous and
Abundant power.

Life’s too short
To deny, the existence
of a love that permeates
Both nights and days,
That validates shared experience
In a myriad of ways,
In friendship and courtship
And the most intense of
Passion plays.

What I give to you is real,
Intensely felt and offered, still
Mortal fear and pain abound,
Resoundingly, a crown of thorns
Worn proudly.

Of such perceptive tropes life
Consists, fomenting karmic odes
To transient bliss, lost in experiential
Episodes, unending incarnation
Blending effect and causation’s
Origin from quantum instances
To original sin.

Arms open wide,
Heart bursting with pride
We share a passion to
Last throughout
The days.

I love you
In the most expansive
And truest,
Of ways.

Exactly

So I’m surfing Creation 
Carving waves and slashing pipelines 
Of the Divine 
Internalizing the sublime and 
Seeking something 
- I’m not sure what 
Exactly - 
But I find shades of it in people 
And personalities beyond 
Nationality 

It’s a similarity of Soul 
A singular sensation 
A simpatico Spirit in tune to 
Slightly otherworldly songs 
Living the quality of existence that brings 
Elevated Souls into close association 
Each also seeking something 
- Not sure of what 
Exactly - 
But Synchronicity silences 
Sense and sensitivity 

Synchronicity demands sensation and 
Soothingly smooth transitions 
In companionship 
Perhaps best expressed as the Test 
Of Truth sought in incongruity 
Of lives lived in perpetuity 
Loving someone 
- Not being sure of who 
Exactly - 
But knowing that they’ve been 
Seeking you too across Life 
And Time’s eternal 
View 

Camaraderie opens Hearts and 
Souls to passion 
Reveals the Spiritual in material 
Form torn directly from the womb of 
Creation Herself weaving spells of 
An exotic nature demanding 
The Love of someone 
- Nobody is sure of who 
Exactly - 
But we’ve found each other 
Here in the depths of Hearts 
Where Love has been 
From the start 

So to finally see through the Illusion 
This contusion upon consciousness 
A creation of febrile mind-states 
Related to the inability to create 
Stability 
A lack of humility and the 
Continuous desire for 
Something new 
Someone truly true 
- Who can really be sure of who 
Exactly - 
But here we find ourselves yet again 
Tending to Antimatter Realities 
Victims of Causality engaging in 
Seemingly random and unadulterated 
Sin.

Back and Forth

Back and forth
state of the soul swinging
high and lows
crests and troughs
you send me
sighing
sinking into pools of pain
i send you
singing
flying into skies of rain

stains of sin scintillate
ringing ethereal bells beyond
the din is elevating
of you and  I relating
stating our positions furiously
me plus me equals ME
you plus me equals an anomaly
incompatibility times three
cubed and trined
we interrelate phenomenally

softly silent songs
whisper lullabies in my ears
of multitudinous throngs
washing ashore on a sea of
vermillion tears

awaken me i sing
struggling against the paralysis
of gnosis the i ching
my guide elevating my prognosis
the stars marching stride
by stride

side to side
state of my mind spinning
dizzy turntables of time
tuning lives of fabled sublimity
the enmity of love
ephemerally distant
generally upheld by the ides of
hate integrally interrelated
gestated
born of a man and a woman
torn.

Of Rocks and Willow Trees

Even rocks have religions: of spring rain and moldering eons, sifting through layers of sedimentary deposit in search of soul’s salvation. The monumental girth of mountains, such stupendous avatars of a pebble’s truest aspiration, soaring heavenward, thrusting forth shards and stones of Gaia’s  uttermost solidity, sharing the secrets of eternity’s  whispered  words in  sublime syllables of  synchronicitious portent.

The songs of willows, branches swaying gently, sighing, in the breeze of the wind’s soft and sensuous caress, calling out to the myriad species of tree, deciduous and coniferous alike, dryads locked within, beautiful, brown skin gnarly and wondrously intricate, chuckling and spinning tales of wonder and amusement as the moon and the stars look on from above.

Watery denizens inhabit the depths, oceanic or stream-bottoms strewn with the refuse of life’s open call, evoking Creation herself in waves and currents of cacaphonic complexity, swirling in confusion as anthropomorphic anomolies add ascerbic emanations to the stew of chemicals and molecular potions brewing magical concoctions beyond all perceived purpose, or even the most febrile of humanistic portents, doomed by specied miopia to organic obsolescence.

The airs and aethers converge, multi-dimensional existence exuding essence, permeating creation, space extended beyond material condition into spirituality beyond season, evoking dichotomous reasoning combined, resolved by resolution in the choir of Earth’s multitudinous denizens, singing praises to Heaven above.

All of God’s creatures rejoice in Creation Eternal, life manifest as conditional consciousness, urges and genetic predispositions crystalline in purpose, pure, apriori spirituality coalescing in momentous occasion, codified as religion surpassing intergenerational denominative descent in approximation of ascention, the goal of all life, all incarnation, all re-creation.

Life as manifestion upon the physical plane negates specied egocentricity, the grass, the seas, the sky and the trees, all possess the conscious ability to Be, all they are, truely, seeking elevation and solace beyond these shores. Freedom of choice, the knowledge of Good and Evil, black and white, yin and yang as the blessing – and curse – of humanity complicates reality, the mores and traditions passed down through the generations denied validity by the radical evolution of egocentricity, decrying the existence of spirituality, elevating the Cult of Me, mistaking subjectivity for objectivity, denying the connection between We…

…sublime simplicity, indeed. Close your eyes, open your hearts and feel the need, to connect and share, in both love and warfare we seek belief in something higher, better, truer. While deep inside we know that it is all so simple, to follow the example of the birds and the deer, the insects and plants, to grow and to live, secret destinies realized beyond the mind and its convolutive meanderings, realizing that even the rocks have religion and know neither Heaven nor Hell.

The Dust of Eternity

People come into and
out of
our lives as we
hide from the
Divine:
seeking experience,
sympatico souls
trying to remind ourselves
of the time before
Time
and Space
in that singular, expansive
Place
where the taste of
Joy and Divinity’s
breath filled us with
unconditional trust
and unbroken harmony
thrilled us,
left us laughing, singing
along with the
Music of the Spheres,
our tears were
a repudiation of
worldly fears,
not justifications
whispered wildly
to tender and trembling
ears.

There was a motion in
the Void
devoid of external light
watching, lingering -
possessive of the
Second Sight – and
proclaiming ascendency,
clambering through the branches of
the Life-giving Tree
shouting out its desire
to be free of
the Will of
G-d.

Motion became manifest,
subject to the incarnate test
and Soul descended unto
the Physical planes,
experiencing ephemeral pleasure
and seemingly unceasing and
heartrending pain.

From then, we date the
Beginning of the Game,
of life and love,
death and destruction
the diurnal cycle of
revelation and obstruction,
Heaven and Hell,
Lucifer and Jehovah,
the Black Arts held High
herald the White Arts
mis-applied.

While, on the other side
of Creation…

…gyrating sinuously like
a Soul-singer,
the Light-bringer shouted out,
“Y = Self!
I am the Alpha and the Omega,
the eternal, Morning Star!”
and lightning rent the sky
as demons flew by
and Angels looked on
from afar.

Descending through Time
and Space
the human race propagates
an eternity of Souls
incarnate
at a portentous, and
world-changing
Gate
of potentiality,
sensuality and lust
flattering Ego, breaking trust
the Dust of Eternity calls,
spirits rise and fall,
Desire and Destiny resonating,
within us all.

People manifest change
and the potential for perfection,
the convective rising
of emotions,
potions of want and need,
seeds of disfunction and greed,
resulting in further movement
the Void surpassed,
karma amassed,
and he leaves the sphere of
your negative influence,
she cleaves unto sublime
significations regarding
the confluence of
synchronicity and love,
G-d’s wry laughter
permeates the Hereafter,
booming down
from above
as we float like doves
on Wings of Joy,
bursting into sunlit brilliance
phoenix-like,
rising from the ashes of
our own demise.

… perchance, to Dream.

Third eye opens to darkness, roiling with potentiality. In the space above my head are dark bodies, insistent and gleaming with an inner light. Instead of words, there are feelings, and I get the sensation of shouting, of pleasure and pain, of deep conversations held at multiple levels of ethereal manifestation.

I feel a sensation at the region of the sacral plexus, and, in my astral form, look down to see a dark agglomeration, conscious and feeding, sucking at my essence, seeking to enter me at some specific point of weakness. As it burrows within me in a dark frenzy I consciously marshall my energies against its penetration, seeing it glow in frustration as its efforts are met by light, searing its astral flesh at the point of contact.

The darkness is rent by transmogrification.

Floating in a sea of whiteness, mind expanding, body diffused, points of consciousness existing, communicating at impossible distances, simultaneous creation, mind explicit, complicit with the very essence of existence. Open, wide, infinite senses bombarded by experience: love, hate, pain, pleasure, ecstasy and joy, an expansive, all-encompassing joy, sublime and infinite, caresses my consciousness like a suble lover.

Deeper motions, leviathan awakened by the nattering of plankton insistently scouring his flesh of an aeon’s worth of barnacles. Earthy consciousness, turgid and presicent, ironic core considerations of celestial movements electrical and magnetic in nature. Organic and mineral being, consciousness rent by relentless attack, cancer-like in nature, humanity at the crossroads as Gaia groans, the torment of her inevitable cleansing a stark promise written in the stars.

Awaken I, open I eyes, wide, 3rd orb vision of consciousness unflinching awareness in the face of the fantastic. Terrific visions of blood and warfare, of a sky rent by fire and massive missles of interplanetary proportions, Nibiru’s vast girth outshining the sun, the moon dwarfed in trembling awe as the celestical cohort trumpets the return of the King, all glory unbound.

Shifting beneath flimsy covering, the sunlight warms my eyelids and the birds outside sing of perfection and peace, secure. Awareness burgeons, nightly emanations recede into the dim recesses of consciousness and the morning’s routine begins.

To Sleep …

Awakening dawn light signals ascent into conscious awareness, civilizations on the cusp of paradigm shift seeking enlightenment within, heralding world changes without. Verdant fields of golden light beckon souls of a similar brightness, while aloft spears of spirit soar, consciousness attentive to transmutation, brilliantly bursting illusory laws of gravitational boundaries effortlessly, spinning into silence. The music of the spheres sublimates sense and sensation alike, revealing the profundity of pain, the subtle whispers of ignorance, vaporized in the intensifying light of enlightenment’s searing awakening.

Flowing rivers of color dotted by ponds of dark potentiality waver and thrust bullishly through conglomerations of desire, birthing new paradigms, thought modes and processes conscious of their singular nature. Bursting upon the scene aware that there is nothing new under the sun, swift repetition of ancient patterns establishes the codex, chiseled in stone and bone, inscribed in the marrow and genetic code of amoeba and homo sapien sapien alike, synthesizing aeons of energetic permutations and every, single incarnative urging of probability’s unique, quantum directive.

A conch shell of Infinite size sounds, the bass bellow of Being reverbrating within the Absolute, imbuing Creation with consciousness, the word heard, omnipresence leading to omiscience which then, through action, heralds omnipotence’s virgin birth, black hole multiversal conception being the inception of sentience made manifest upon the material plane of existence.

The bass booms, gentle thrumming augmenting the conch’s funky vibrations, the cosmos created to the beat, the eternal tapping of Divinity’s galaxy-spanning feet.

9-ether emanations tingle like feathers upon the soul, tickling shivers blending pleasure and pain, sensitivity to the sound of an atom clapping on the other side of  the multiverse a warm knowing birthed in sacral spaces scored for universal dissemination. Orchestral haunts echo the tuning of forks and instruments designed to awaken minds, while time continues to flow down the rabbit hole, indicative of the state of our individual souls.

Evening replaces noon’s heat with circadian rhythmic songs, birds twitter in time, the conch’s notes grown long. The feet of divinity slow an infinite nano-second of soul blown by astral breezes past the branches of ghostly trees, their potent seeds free to traverse chronological fallacies in search of truth, burrowing among the roots, dirt and skin beneath the nails of sin, scratching at the seedy underbelly of the subjective perceptive, a collective invective of sarcastic sneers.

But I just judge the game, I don’t play. Before I sleep, I dream, visions like scenes of a fantasy’s ilk, encompassing the organic goodness of mother’s milk from which I’ve weaned y’all, smiling and chuckling to myself as portentous night falls, and slumber calls me to rest, the spiraling precession of knowledge realized as the sole condition of life’s eternal test.

The Star of White Light

In the dead of the night
a curious sight
to my open third eye
did appear.

A star of white light
avatar of
second sight
burned so brightly
to banish all
fear.

My astral form
did then rise
into burning black
skies
seeking gnosis
beyond which lay
truth.

Spirals of spirits
crowded round
my heart’s song
did resound
soaring high
soulful cries
final proof.

The dreamstate takes on a feeling of a slumbering life lived alongside the awakened life. Leaving the material world at night requires a preparation as of one going camping for an extended period of time, or leaving the country for more southern climes, seeking absolution for crimes against the soul. Tendering forgiveness does not last past the last gasp of consciousness when the soul takes over and Self is relegated to observer alone, participating in wierd scenarios like a spiritual impresario counting ducats while the play does proceed. Otherworldly loves and situations in relation to the purposes of destiny and fate, beyond the waking mind’s capacities to relate meaning to remain the proof of Divinity’s power play in our lives. The gift of forgetfulness is born on the wings of knowledge torn from our conscious awareness and perhaps that is often for the best, the test of life being the ability to relate otherworldly information to the state of the soul at each given point of consideration…a nation of Searchers wander the dreamscapes, sojourning amidst demons and demagogues, questing for the Holy Grail. The star of white light burns so brightly, obscuring sight from mortal eyes leaving truth clearly visible.

Wakening from the dream
nothing is as it seems
open lies masquarade as
the Truth.

Relating the stream
of spiritual knowledge gained
between states of consciousness
reveals the last proof.

Daily trials come to mind
leaving nightmares behind
answers arise
while in the skies
wormwood appears.

Souls then cry out to G-d
to come finish the job
bended knees worship
banishes all
fear.

Rise

Rise,

and shine bright,
because

I want to spend
the rest of my life
with you.

Sipping tea in the cool of the eve,
listening to the songs of cicadas
and bullfrogs courting,

Watching the trees grow and the
stars age in tandem with Time’s
soulful march,

The wide open sky calling us both
as we hold hands and rock talking about
the day,
the precious taste of love a burst of
sweetness in mouths well familiar
with each other’s souls,
the smooth, creamy center of the joys
we share.

Making love to you in slow motion
watching life pass by in
your eyes,
the sensual heat of auric mingling
a tantric expression of twoness
become oneness,
a sameness in the kind of love
you give to me,
so just

Rise
and shine long,
because

I want to grow old
with you.

Count the wrinkles on your face
as the measure of our years together,
tickle you under the covers
and complain about my
arthiritis while you rub my back
and whisper secret sounds
to my soul,

Listen to the children
and grandchildren mutter
about life’s twists and turns,
smiling in understanding
as we share the wisdom
of our years.

Walking slowly down the lane
as the light dims on our time
in the sun,
the evening shadows lenthening,
the wonder of tommorrow a promise
reminiscent of the blessing of
so many yesterdays.

So please,

Rise,
and shine on
because

I want to die
with you in my arms.

Spiritual twin, sending me spinning
lost in wonder and so many miracles
of you
and I sharing life after life,
bonded across time,
making love to
the light.

Take me with you
in thought, and our dreams shall
become one.

Feel me close to you
in soul,
and the vision of eternity will
open into vistas undreamt.

I want to be…

I have to be…

I need to be…

I am that one,
that love,
that sun,
that rises in your eyes, as you
rise, in mine.

Out of Mind

Blunders
boil over,
a bubbling brew of
viscous fluid
flowing through
veins vaporous
with vanity.

Sanity
simmers slowly,
seeping into souls
slumberous yet
softly, simply,
seeking salvation
in dreams to dim
to shine, visions
too bright to
behold.

On time,
out of mind,
memories meld
moments of mistaken
identity,
fears transform
perception into deception
the conception of
a life frozen
like ice
deep beneath
purple-blue
skies.