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The Great Mind
The great mind, sublime
Folding lines
through rivers of understanding.
Nothing is what it seems
It all changes,
It all changes when the sun shines.
Seeping through of shadows dim,
misty spray of light rolls in.
Its rays are shaped like leaves and wind
Stirring softly in the moonlight.
Enough to quietly take part.
In the rise and fall of mouth to heart.
Loving breaks the hold of time,
and tells the song of the great mind.
Brothers in Light
Brothers in light, of light
Our true nature is joyous, eternal.
Oh, brothers in light, of light
Our true nature is joyous, eternal.
Not to be belittled
like a delusioned dolittle,
Weathered spun,
Taken by a ton of insight, sorrow,
Baffling the mind
like a classified pair of dittles.
Here is freedom, friendship
Along the caliber
of keeping things in mind in no time
Rap this little nugget of perplexity
of soul stain upset.
A disastrous case of heart, split, spirit,
Redressing schoolyard wrongs
A blazing bale of animosity
Stopped before divine mend,
Technological obsidian, upset again,
Spaceship cargo of mind slime,
'Cause you can't see the totality
Of me, see, he, she, chi, e-a-o-my,
Slipped when wet,
but having looped the drive,
What was left was riding behind
And there's only one picture
that radiates now.
Brothers in light, of light
Our true nature is joyous, eternal.
The music is the message
It's the highest order,
There can be no ice, No ice without water,
Our true nature is joyous, eternal.
Original Mind
When I was a child
The forest seemed immense and tall,
But now it seems measurable and small.
And rain was a mysterious happening
But now it's just water dampening,
Now it's just water dampening.
When I was a child
I tumbled through clouds,
But I soared too close to the sun
So my wings came undone,
My wings came undone.
Now I'm trapped on this earth plane
Where everything's been done the same,
I'm a question in a world without knowing.
I am a question in a world of not knowing,
A face hard to find
Return, return to Original Mind.
Clouds of doubt and distrust settle over me,
My hard work seems empty but I do not waver
And I don't really understand
what force is guiding me,
But it's source is in eternity
and I'm at it's command.
Just saying the words moves me to perfection,
There's up and down but only one direction
I dare not say how many steps
I've taken to get me there.
New Samba
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Waking Souls
The sun is high and the sand's warmth
is creeping through tired bones,
Dreamy lids flutter at the pale,
clear blue
of an eternal sky,
Endless dunes take me back to Egypt
and I'm a pharaoh,
Awakening from a dusty tomb.
Something inside me screams to mutter
A few words against the empty clutter,
As we seal ourselves inside
our chamber rooms
Somewhere I'll seek to find another,
The greater the chaos,
The larger the number of waking souls,
Rising from slumber.
Tree of Listening
Silence observes
In the absence of words,
That things are not quite what they seem.
At the tree of listening,
A web is glistening,
Catch what she has to say,
See what she means.
It's all quiet and dormant and solid,
It's dim and hardly a shape can clearly
be seen.
But outlines bristle with silver energy,
Dreams our commentary
On the silence suffocating me.
The more informed,
the more at stake
Give what you have to give,
make no mistake.
The earth is a shy little crystal prophet,
Ask it your future
Breathe too hard and it falls,
Too soft, it withdraws.
Help me dear one
To hold my center in the storm,
Leaves fall
but the tree still stands unharmed.
Shekina
Tracing your outline
In the moonlight,
Caught in the warm womb light
I'm touched once again by your form,
I'm called once again to be born
As liquid, velvet, petals of light
Turn us 'round and 'round.
I was a poor woman
Until gifted by this love,
A poem and a vision of particles above
Rising and falling on the wings of a dove,
Rising and falling on the wings of a dove.
Shekina, Shekina
Long have I awaited your presence
Drawing you near,
Last spring I was kissed by a vision
So bright and clear.
Shekina, Shekina
Tarantula
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Moonsong
You thought you'd be a shining star
But, it takes magic to fly that far
Oh my child of an ancient war,
Oh my child of an ancient war.
You bared your chest to the crescent knife
In your place dear Aslan gave his life,
An offering, an altar, a sacrifice,
Binding, unbinding a human life.
Where hides the soul, abides the soul,
What blinds the soul, shines the soul
Bright star, bright, Oh bright star, bright.
Warmth and senses in tones,
A prayer unuttered, bend head, bowed bones
Chanting moonsong, moonsong
Chanting moonsong, moonsong
A space, a time, unknown,
Dusting water, pearled sweat, lava stones
Chanting moonsong, moonsong,
Chanting moonsong, moonsong
Blood, Bone, Living Stone, Blood, Bone, Living Stone
Her Name is Light
Long raspy breath,
Gentle snorers they know best
The wheezing of the newly born,
Beasts of dawn drawing air from the finite well,
A nostrils breath
Fills the endless expansion of their chests,
Their hearts' infinite swell.
Sand falling collects upon a surface
of no foundation,
Informing the tonal infrastructure
of our rhythmic calling.
Sand falling, informing, our rhythmic calling.
Start with the breath,
Leave everything else,
It'll all be fine.
I want to write a poem with you,
Trading every other line
Not knowing what crazy images we'll find;
Like the lettuce is ripening
in a teepee transporter, an aura restorer
Or the gentle snoring of
dreaming lovers under covers of moss and clover.
Her name is Light! Oracle of delight,
On her lips she knows she suffers.
Her soft gaze, She looks on rapture
Through the prism of the past
into this hour's glass. Her name is Light!
Lost Forsaken
I had a friend
Who gave up God and the goodness of men,
All beliefs were forms of coercion.
He gave up love, truth and devotion,
Raised himself as an expert
on logical notion
Who tears at the veil of mystery,
Saying the world is only what we see
But alone tears of the lost forsaken,
Would grace his clouded countenance
Help wake him,
Help take him beyond a partial truth,
That spirit's been pawned for material goods.
Soft is the glow of mystery,
Let it shine on world's we cannot see
Soft is the glow of mystery,
Let it shine on world's we cannot see.
Spirit Wonders
There was a woman
Who threw herself into the sea, Became a mermaid
And freed herself of misery.
Her life seemed empty and routine,
'Till she sailed through blue in a skin of dark green.
No one knows what might have been
Had she not taken the leap into
The who knows where or when
One drop of pure emotion
Spun the fabric of her evolution.
Looking deep in the mirror
There is no mask, no stories past,
Just a mythic creature of delight,
Just beings we have been in sight,
In sight of the unseen
Our spirit wonders what is real
Our spirit wonders what is real.
Neopolitan
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