OMG

Oh My God

what have I done

and what’s now to become.

  

I planted a seed in sod

and won

so, why the heck

am I feeling so humdrum?

 

I thought I needed

to plant it deep, really deep

within my body, mind and soul.

To dream it in while fast asleep,

and make my fragments whole.

  

But it

seems to work

even if my timing’s

off the mark.

Now,

every line’s rhyming

and I’m as happy as a lark.

a fire warms

There is something
special about a fire,
that opens to a stillness,
and warms latent desire.

Inner quibbles
are instantly quelled
on this chilly night.
Casting magical spells,
in its flickering light.

Heavy earthly material,
is spun, weaved, and tossed
into a dream world of the ethereal,
as I am dizzyingly lost
in its purifying dance.

And I march to a state,
so delightfully entranced,
till I knowingly create,
and faithfully rule
as master of my fate.

founded on well being

I want to know thyself,

not based on the sensorium,

but on intentioned healing,

where, I am consciously focused

in awareness,

and finding resonance

with a world view

founded on well being

in all that I am doing and seeing.

 

For, when

I look with an eye

to see the best in you,

I focus attention of my

‘good’ awareness,

intentioned on

everything you do,

and that brings

out the very best in me

and works out to be

of mutual benefit,

quite beautifully.

a magical life

Living

a mystical,

magical life.

Happy;

just being alive.

Whose center,

is outwardly described,

projecting upon

the screen of space

and place in time.

For doesn’t a spirit soar

as one continues to climb?

Stand guard to truth

Voltaire said it best and we better take heed “Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities”.

Take heed;
for when whomsoever’s evil need,
makes the unjust and terrible happen,
leading to even more vicious deed,
guided only by a greed they boastly batten,
and a perverted glee with every life they blacken.

Stand guard
to the integrity of truth,
based on empathy and compassion.
Reject the slime that’s so grotesque,
and which today seems,
everywhere to be,
so arrogantly in fashion.

call it me

“For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.”― Blaise Pascal

While emerging
from the dark,
containing everything,
she could see
that on the other side
of the canvas, was the light,
the white of nothingness.
And she thought,
isn’t it the nature of life,
as a centerpiece
for the nothingness to be,
striping away the multitudes,
and then, back again,
in a cyclical pattern called ‘me’.

from won to lost

When all is said and done,
I rest and make ready,
to fade in the setting sun,
recounting the days’ battles
from lost, to won.

Awakened Imagination

Here I am.
You asked me to come,
so I did.
I’ll tell you where I’m from,
but its way off the Grid.

I am,
and come from where;
music is every note,
and from,
the scores of laws,
that provide buoyancy,
to every boat.

From where;
the wind blows
a painter’s eye,
and a writer’s mind,
to cut through any
undertone or lie,
no matter how well
performed or designed.

From where;
I see and hear
inner speech
from the heart,
and not just what you
say or preach.
I take the whole,
never just a part.
Then I unfold it to you,
with a ribbon and bow,
every fraction of you,
captured, held then released,
in holy escrow.

I come from where;
the only thing there is,
is unquenchable desire.
It is my gift of enchantment
in your passion’s fire.

I come from there;
within every human soul’s
awakened imagination,
lies within,
the mysteries of causation,
and the source of all creation.

our path

Unspoiled,
like a child,
both innocent and wild,
she wandered into a dream
where she saw,
a deep, dark jungle.

Around the center
all of humanity stood,
each with machete in hand
and a focused command
that everyone intuitively
understood.

We must
make our own way
to the front and center,
cutting a swath
as we enter,
walk our own path
and however straight or crooked
it may look to be,
follow our unique identity,
composed of our attitudes,
rules, and all the things
we secretly accept
as true, in their totality.