Distant rumbling beckons awareness
solar storms awaken the earth.
Gaia’s skin shifts, tectonic forces remorseless
absorbing the love of Sol, fierce and true.
Electromagnetic emanations bath the world,
emotional currents flow through.
Terran humanity oblivious to the ramifications
as the planet below does sing.
Her heart and soul scintillating brightly
her dance so pure and filled with grace.
Civilizations fall as the world heats quickly
Oceanic consciousness prepared for change.
Alabaster skies tinted crimson
witness the passage of time
landforms slowly shift
rolling waves of tectonic force
pushes light continental plates
across dense oceanic expanses
the cycles of life
born witness to
by deeper, slower forms
aeons in age
ponderous and fathomless
to quicker, more ephemeral
forms of life.
There exists within the mote
of a gnat’s eye fractal patterns of
co-creation, implicit in
every breath, every heart
beating to the rhythm of
the cosmos, expressly manifest
in the destiny of all life,
here today, gone tomorrow,
the cycle ever continues
as life expresses itself
in never-ending spirals
of higher and higher transformation.
Humanity quails beneath the weight
of recriminations endless
in nature of nature lost
crumbling, wasting away
beneath the burden of mass genocide
and wasted opportunities
to shepherd Gaia’s fields,
maintain her pastures and mountains,
the quality of the water,
the air, the earth herself,
the etheric responsibility of
genetic imperatives ancient in conception
the family of life
and love denied,
minimized and enslaved to the power
of command and control.
The desires of consumption are simple,
childlike in actuality
and essence, the need for greed,
to consume without consequence,
ignoring the balance of nature,
the balance of the Cosmos themselves,
honoring the egocentric and selfish,
denying the holistic and universal
in favor of the desire to
feed one’s perceived need
irregardless of the cost
to the rest of us and the planet
herself, no set upon a path
of recovery and rejuvenation
with or without
her human horde.
Those who feel the pain of the planet
who live, in actuality, the truth
that the body is the temple,
as above, so below,
how the earth goes, so goes
are those to whom the planet is promised,
the guardians of the co-creative principle
of perfection and peace,
the savage garden alive
with the imperatives of transcension,
moving forward, higher, spiraling into eternity
wafting upon the breath of divinity,
ever blowing from below,
lifting those chosen
to the heights of their
own, personal, spirit
Chosen by choice,
by the small whispering voice
within, exhorting them
toward conservatorship, toward acceptance
of the role of responsibility,
of being the high mind
bent upon representing the realities
of the divine, to return the earth to
her pristine state, to co-exist with
the plants, the animals upon this
soaring orb, bound upon a journey
of forever, travelling the cosmos
in search of its own dissolution,
knowing that this is the path of all
life, all things born must die
and all things lower,
Languid love blossoms
Upon wings of whimsy
Floating upon wafts of air
Cresting currents of passion
Bursting within hearts attuned
Intertwined in intimacy
Shared sins, solidarity of compassion
United, kundalini spirals twisting,
Merging spirits lost to the world
Immersed in fantastic visions
Swirling skies of purple and black,
Triple suns and planetary moons
caress spirits soft,
Embracing life upon hillocks
Overlooking a blood-red sea.
at following your dreams
follow these instructions
to remove all obstructions
Knowledge of Self
is important indeed
Delve deep within and you will succeed
Being able to tell
What is what and who is who
Will clear your path and reveal the truth
Be wise with your choices
Don’t follow the crowd
And before it all ends you will make loved ones proud
Love without limits
Remove all boundaries you find
And all of your dreams will come true, in time
Didactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach.
You ever stop to think about the fact that every compounded moment beginning with the big bang deposition of matter from zero-point to quarks and atoms, quasars and nebulae, time dilation and wormholes has brought creation barreling up an evolutionary spiral culminating in every star, comet and planetary body including your body right here, right now.
That you are the result of untold infinities of potentialities manifest, that of all possible people in all possible worlds you are here, in this space, in this moment living a life connected to other beings on the same journey, coalesced in time from the dust of ancient stars, the bones of gaseous gods, the flesh of transcendent gnosis.
That you are the sum of all creation. That your spouse is. Your children. Your neighbor down the hall. The street. Your pastor. Your grocer, your secretary and your parol officer, your lover and your dog.
That all that is, is you, is me, is us, is all that is.
And that there is no contradiction in that.
That paradox is life. Is pain and joy, heartache and happiness. Good luck and bad, sunshine and rain. The dark and the light take turns running the world, running our lives, running creation manifest. The yin and yang of existence is a cosmic dance, same partner, same time, same place. Over and over we twirl across the space of stars skipping and pirouetting across galaxies and universes, doing the cosmic dance, leaping laughter bouncing, bounding like gas giants booming through dimensions echoing fractals of intention higher through the spirals of metaversal intersection.
I know it all sounds obscure and, perhaps, a bit fanciful. But think about it for a minute. The only reason for being is Being itself. The only reason for seeing is Sight. Senses reveal the co-creation to itself as we bear witness to life. Acknowledging existence with conscious presence, being the Creators eyes. Living and learning, guided through paradox in faltering fits and starts, failures and successes. The vale of tears, right? The forest of fears undreamt of terrors untapped of horrors unreleased to prey upon your dreams and lives, giving rise to the opportunity for rebirth.
You see, there is the key. The secret…not so much. Masks obscure clear vision, foment separation and suffering. Obliterate clarity, awaken insanity, otherwise known as the egoic delusion. Believing the mask is the face, deluded bags of flesh do the dance macabre, skeletons clacking across the dusty floors of a deserted saloon in the midst of nowhere, nowhen.
Take off your mask. Or not. The very act of hearing these words loosens it, just a bit. As attention is drawn to its tricks. The real boss lies beneath the franctic thoughts, the fearful lies. The silent awareness that you can just sense….there. Right there. Dispassionately observing that you you think you are in every second cascading you with you as you are bombarded with you and you see you in every you you see in your mind. You. Youyouyou.
There! Did you see it?
Shamans and gurus can tell you all about it. Priests, pastors and prophets know what’s up. So do you. The stars and numbers do too. And that, my friends, brings us right back round again to the beginning. That big bang of becoming that became. All of it. Indescribable. Ineffable. Nameless. Boundless.
You see what I’m saying?
Just think about it.
Desperation is in the air. Can you feel it?
It’s in that thousand yard stare you see sometimes, walking down the streets, gaze fixated mostly upon your own feet but looking up sometime, catching a glimpse of gazes, phases of mental gone medieval, often wild and feral, telescopic scopes above a cocked gun barrel, burning above tightened and frozen lips.
A sublime trip into the mind of the divine. You can see it in the eyes of many lost and bewildered members of the human tribe, hearts tendered upon alters of greed, frozen screaming, lost in the tribulations of their own half-unconscious but transcendent need. Almost everybody you pass is ass out, minds elsewhere, worrying about cash, about the job, about making ends meet. It’s that mad dash into the future we’re on, trying to appear strong while inside we’re quaking and outside we’re shaking, more or less, tested to the extreme, worry and regret struggling in the middle of life’s turbulent stream.
Time seems to be passing way too quickly, it’s sickly. Choices being made that we regret almost instantly, surrounded by temptation we forgo the mandatory oblations, giving in way too freely, it’s a mess. Really, it’s a damn shame, tested, like Cain, caught slaying brother Abel we swang, private parts in the wind, buffeted about by our own sins, looking around for someplace to hide, but we can’t pretend, there’s no solace from the wrath of God’s eyes, in the end.
But, we try. Finding those hidden corners in our minds, caught out, we gesticulate wildly, babbling like some kind of hideous street mime. Lies attempt to win the day as we play the game of life, causing strife, as if this is the only way to be, as if this is the only way to see through the illusions, trying not to fall, catching yet another contusion on the brain, half-lame we stumble through the mist of half-forgotten crimes, committed to do the time of life on earth, forgetting that we’re really here to experience a rebirth, of spirit, of soul, the goal almost beyond grasp, the sacred asp of the ancients the last gasp of mortality slipping from lips agape, awed by the utter immensity of Creation’s fell maw. A truly unenviable state.
And, by the way, maw means jaws for the uninitiated, open wide, our hearts pounding inside, words not accompanying intentions, our misguided actions necessitating the Circumvention of Fate, the intervention of a higher state of being, seeing beyond the mundane, the limited visual capacity of the temporarily insane. How inane is that? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result, all the while pretending to be an adult.
And so it goes. And so we grow, deep in the throes of potentiality, creating reality with every breath, evolving as spirits of light with every test, committed until death.
That desperation that you see? It’s really a call to action for you and me. We are indeed our brothers and sisters keepers, street-wise sweepers of the detritus of life, we clean up our acts to move higher. Going through the dark night of the soul, hearts catching afire, becoming the phoenix of the dark morning’s dawn, harbingers of spiritual desire, becoming the angel that lost souls count on. Exemplifying the higher aspects of consciousness, forgoing the prideful excesses of pompousness. Yes, that’s the answer to it all.
The answer to our fateful and often inevitable fall.
Choose differently. Live gently, being kind to yourself. Release the pain and gain the clarity of peace, find your center and witness the turbulence and drama cease.
It is indeed possible. A choice to be made like any other, the choice to overcome any obstacle, to find the solution in the soluble, that which dissipates in nature’s flow, synchronicitous instances of life’s journey that cause us all to grow.
So there you go.
Choose wisely, and slow your roll.