You

Your silence sounds like
waves on the ocean of creation

Your distance breaths like
lovers lost in each others eyes

Your pain aches
like mountains crushed beneath oceans of air

Your laughter shimmers like
bubbles frothing upon pearly waves

Your voice penetrates like
sunlight diving through oceans of thought

Your love lives in me
like stars lost in galactic fields

searching for a way home.

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The Perfection of Peace

The perfection of the process of living is so sublime we’re constantly in danger of underestimating its nature. We go through our trials the best we can and put off our analysis till later. But that time never comes, because we’re beset by everything under the sun and our minds are constantly in play regretting the past and ignoring the day. If we’re not thinking about then, we’re thinking about tomorrow, if we don’t embrace Zen, we choose to embrace sorrow. The Buddha said that suffering is guaranteed when desire becomes need and the scions of sin are freed to wreak havoc indeed. We’re not even clear enough to plead with ourselves, to delve beneath the momentary thoughts, to seek the Truth beneath the things that we’ve sought. And continue to seek, thus the course of our lives becomes more and more bleak. We continue to turn the other cheek tweaking aspects of self till our egos then swell and the illusion becomes complete. Jesus was in tune with Eastern runes, his words of wisdom were hewn from the edifice attuned to the ultimate Divinity. He was one expression of the spiritual Trinity encompassing the expanse of the All presented to sinners in thrall to what in effect amounts to the rejection of Sects, the various Cults that misappropriate vital energy creating synergy that siphons the Soul that diverts our true goals that energetically feeds Monsters and Vampires and Ghosts, doses of Christmas’s future, the remedy a spiritual suture that closes the wound bringing emotions in tune silencing minds that won’t still allowing space for good will. It all comes down to taking the time to silence the mind. That’s it in a nutshell, the Bells of Clarity can only ring if we can hear them. The Heavenly Chorus can only sing if we listen. Glistening Pearls of Wisdom glint in the gloaming, bubbling like froth foaming and bursting on the shores of the sea, each droplet a Worldling, each atom within hurdling through infinite voids, each potentiality employed in the manifestation of the All. Sadly to say, we make the choice to stall. We make the choice to fall. And that is all as it should be. Becoming more aware of the moment we notice the magic, we notice the tragic often leads to more blessings, the depressing and distressing expressing our progression. Mind becomes clear as compression becomes dear as mental control leads to peace recognizable as cheer. It’s not, really, it’s no state of Being it is being in between when your slate’s become clear. Peace becomes the norm and you no longer react to every storm, you realize thunder and lightning are good now that the storm within is understood. And, eventually, you begin to notice the moments again. Like we did when we were kids. The beauty of breath. The good will that kindness foments. The inevitability of death. The Perfection of Peace and the onset of emotional and spiritual surcease. This is the goal that was ours from the start. We paid the heavy price of life so that wisdom might impart itself unto us in the meantime. This is the whole reason we left the Divine. Not so sublime, once you remember what to do. The question then becomes, can you?

Forever’s Grasp

Butterfly drops of love
resplendent auras of rainbow
joy permeates the sky

Transcendent opalescence shimmers
across clouds strewn across
the infinite span of forever’s
voice

Thrumming drumbeats of sound
rumble like drumsong through skies
alight with the wonder of life

Beating hearts strum like guitars
in tune with the effervescent bubbling
of the multiverse’s eternal expanse

Laughter becomes tears as beauty rises
filling vision and minds alight
with wonder and happiness

Children run and play amidst fields
of golden sunbursts splayed across
emerald carpets of living breath

Parents fill the moments of peace
with prayers of safety and wisdom
each thought a divine incantation

Grandparents watch lovingly their souls
expanding beyond life to meet that which
lies beyond forever within their grasp.

So, um …

so, um…
have i told you this before?
that you are everything i’d
dreamed and more?
is that a song you’ve heard
somewhere?
about a knight gallant
and a maiden fair?
about love once lost
then found again?
about hearts once broken
now on the mend?

…i’d swear i’d mentioned
this to you.
about red-hot passion
and nights of blue.
of dreams and visions
of you and i
and a love that grows
stronger as the days go by.
i can’t pretend that i
haven’t cried,
or that thoughts of you
haven’t made me sigh.

…one last time,
in case it’s slipped
your mind,
if love’s a crime
include me with the divine
because it’s hard to find
a pearl cast amongst swine
but with you my Sun’s trine
to your moon’s orb sublime
and everything’s groovy
and that’s how you move me
and this is how to be
most everything to me
i truly adore thee
you are my amore.

i see the light in the distance
our freedom’s beyond fences
hope springs eternal
but passion’s nigh infernal
yet through sin we rise high
upon wings to Heaven we fly
together then upon the wind
a perfect match both lovers
and friends…

so, um…do you remember?
have i told you all this before?
maybe earlier in september?
if i haven’t, i hope this evens
the score.
if it doesn’t,
i’m full of much,
much more.

Two Taps

Two taps
of toes tingling
within worn
summer sandals
slipping against
sand sifting
softly
within sound

whispering
lies
regarding the
trustworthiness
of water
chuckling wickedly
in the wings
wafting winningly
whirling whorls
winnowing against
worlds of words
locked in
stone

the deep bass
thrumming rumbling
of rocks
replete with rage
ruminating upon
the reliability of
rules left
running
autonomously
anticipating alienation
a further amelioration
of antipathy
the antipode of
angst
angering angels
aloft upon wings
of air

rushing
uplift drifting
celestial arbiters of
harmonic tendencies
teasing eternity
earth-bound
sheath of
cloaked
potential
winds wafting
whistling
through hair
puffing gently
upon breezes
born of
joy

eyes bright
shining
wondering watching
waves lifting
love
crashing upon
shores of
sand
sifting softly
within worn
summer sandals
tingling to
toes tapping
twice
without sound.

God is Love

I am so blessed.

I have people in my life who love me. Who really, really love me. Immediate and extended biological family, spiritual family and friends who are genuinely concerned and who sacrifice of themselves in the give and take of intimacy that defines closeness and true kinship, above and beyond the call of societal niceties and what is expected.

I feel blessed to be able to receive such love. I pray that I am able to give such love in return. To be there for family and friends when they need me like they are for me when they are needed. To be able to open myself to the extent that I can offer them succor and comfort when they are feeling down and out.

I am thankful for the blessing of friendship offered and received. I pray that I can open myself up to the extent that I see past selfish desires to possess and hold on to people for my own reasons. That I am able to truly live the truism that love is free and unconditional. To be able to practice the preaching that love is kind, giving and understanding, not cruel, selfish and unyielding.

I pray for the wisdom to be able to accept love. To be able to recognize the boundaries between giving love and selfish love. To be able to move within love and let love shape me rather than me shaping it. To be able to recognize the truth of love and the many shades and variations of love, as well as the best way to reflect that love and return it in kind.

I am grateful for the life I’ve lived and the lessons I’ve learned along the way. The many faces of joy and heartache, the boundaries of the extremes and the infinite abyss at the core of love. The expression of love as breath, the vital ingredient necessary in the living and understanding of the human condition.

I want to be love. I want to open myself fully to love. To release the holds upon me, the restraints that bind me within the constraints of society. To open the doors to a tsunami of love and feel myself washed away in the torrent. To seep into being, soaked in love, saturated with it, manifesting love in all aspects of my relationships and life.

I thank G-d for love. I hope to live up to love in time, as all else falls away through hard experience and broken dreams. I want to die in love, for love, embracing love with all of my being. I want love to flay me of all emotional detritus, leaving only the heart of me, sans desire, sans lust, sans want.

Love is a blessing.