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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Cat-like

I move through the night
draped in my catness
he is big and quiet
panting
moving this energy
he draws up unbelievable amounts of it
he hunts you
drawn in by your scent
filled with the quiet certainty
that he will find you
his eyes see into you
out of you
through him
into you
out of him
through you
woven
weaving
revealing
that "tantra"
means
to weave...

For you are all through him
he cannot deny this truth
and as the past drops away
he moves ever closer to you.
it was never needed, but was taken up to heal
the soul purposes
are in larger consequences
than those that the earthbound can concieve
but through your breath I am redeemed
awakened
revived
resurrected
left touched by your grace-filled essence
and disarmed by what you have held all this time


Waking up
he feels what he has never felt before
which is not entirely just him
not entirely just you
but the Two
One
begging him forward
asking of him to forget
a thousand lifetimes
of what once was
blooming into what can be
Now

Show me what can be
for when I rustle beneath your window
in my sleeping
waking
moving
I am not a ghost
who speaks half remembered truths
but is doing what he can as he can to
awaken
from the slumber
of a thousand lifetimes.....

he knows he must do this
and yearns for you in totality
how can this be when he is pulled into ancient arguments?

Disrobing himself
into his catness
the Essence of This
emerging
declaring how it must Be
how it is
beyond paradox
the soul cat calls for his earthbound self
to awaken to come run as he hunts what is his
has always been his
and which he is just waking up to
as he is transformed
by your compassionate grace.

I Awoke


I awoke three mornings ago
the world was about to change.
I trembled at the cusp
my soul was ready
my mind tried to wrap itself around
what forgiveness does to a man like me.
What it does to us all.

And as everything aligned,
moved into place
childlike even
my insides said
"okay, I give up.....time to go play....time to let this bad feeling go"
and it was gone just like that
like fog before the sun
it just evaporated
as my body began to turn golden
around your blissful center
I felt Him move into me more
as I moved into you more deeply
more profoundly
more lovingly.


I have no doubts.
I have worries, yes
but doubts, no.
I know where you emerged
and I know your heart is my heart.
I cannot change this
nor would I.
I just ask how I can serve this
to be a better channel
to purify even more
to disrobe before you
that part of us which is illusion
we stand before the fires as they blaze
inside
outside
purified
I gaze upon your unimaginable beauty
I soak you in
I am soak into you
Uroboros-like,
flowing one into the other
the end of one becomes the beginning...

I awoke to find the world had changed
as troubling clouds passed over head
the Moon sang quietly and gently
reminding me that I had a big question to ask upon waking
a date with destiny...
The world had been changed into a place that was no longer recognizeable.
Robes had benn pulled from it,
gentle lies told
to make the intolerable of this world easier to take
numbness taking hold
and now while gritty and hard
I see this is the truth of the thing
and in so being
I accept that in the refined places we do not turn away from the horror
we blend it into a cocktail and drink it whole taking the sweet, bitter,
cold and hot,
joyful and miserable
all as one
not divided
but whole.

Looking in gently
some larger scaled self looks in
smiling gently
"its not as easy as it looks, but its the only real way....good with the bad,
Grace healing All when given time."

What matters now is the bliss
balanced against the melancholy
careful tightwire walking
the one true thing draws me forward
as I walk upon the red wire of your heart
aching to reach the other side of you
continually emerging through your awareness
dreaming your dream
slowly
quickly
becoming One.
The age comes to a close with this single Kiss....

He

I am here in a building Presence
my purpose is singular
enduring
a journey back
each piece examined
as the past is reversed
as these past ten thousand years redeemed
and I awaken to the truth
that I fill your heart
and move through you
as a force which in truth
defines our unity.

I live in your heart
I seek to move through you
I only want to know this
all else follows
all else springs from this
make me the perfect channel.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Mystics























Bernini’s Ecstasy of St Theresa at Santa Maria della Vittoria in Rome.



You came to me today
in your robes
laughing
your belief held you
but the power
and glory
suffused you
His piercing your heart so long ago
awakening you
more woman than you could ever be on your own
as He was made more by taking you into His realms.

500 years later a messenger places his hand in my heart
and removes my insides
declaring,"you are move beautiful without this"
and out it came spilling
just like you described
before you were wed to him
made His
by His mighty hand
and grace,

So how could it be
worlds apart are we
the truth within shines
purposes unremovable
inviolate
we all are made more perfect in spirit
by that which is added and taken away
made ready for that which receives us
a Mystery
made bold and bright
against the bitter sky of this world
but precious
as we redeem that which is ours
and pray your kingdom comes
to us all.

In your life and time
the compass of your certainty
could only Be
with a He that was locked up in heaven
In this Age
my Goddess descends
she lives here in this world
her truth made flesh
and I find my reflection shimmering in her
as she takes my hand
helping me in turning myself back to myself
I am more with her than I could ever be alone
as her gentle fingers unwind the aeons in me
this is no illusion
as that flesh yearns to reveal the sparkling truth
of this love
and create a revolution in our Being here
as still newer mysteries germinate in the rich bed
of this love
she and I share
and bear
into this world.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Prayer

"Bringing the hands together completes the circuit"
he says, reminding me that
"bowing the head makes one mindful"
pausing he smiles,
"...but love is what makes you whole."

I pray to you, not with word
but with what I am
I seek you
like pilgrims seek the holy land.
I look to you and thirst
I sit on your stone steps and sleep
a bird sings above me
I dream of the kingdom
where you smile and sing and dance and speak of a million other things
like how you like water
and why your teeth are so white
and you'd think it would be more profound
(except that it really is....)
as every moment that passes
moves through you and I
like a prayer.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Message

He whispers in your ear from behind you
I am here with you, running like red fish
in your blood
your tide of passionate yearning,
unfolding like illuminated mysteries
my flesh becoming your flesh
my secret
your secret
creating an entirely new secret
a new story
for this age
as you feel yourself unfold
layer by layer
like petals
giving up yourself to Him
in exquisite joy
bliss
to feel him so near
where he belongs
unfolding her
running through places she has never been felt through before
seducing her
with his touch
his gaze deep into her
but moving evenly
gently
lovingly
as she returns to him
the magic of her Being
her rich fertile self
giver of life
with mere glances
so powerful
her fertile gaze
that they write legends and myths about her animating powers.


He whispers into you
gently
His voice like thunder
His message
feels like lightening
this you can handle
for you were made for it
wedded to it
made One before the Separation.

And as I do this
I can feel particalized consciousness
flooding you
each platelette
unfolds
revealing a mystery
as the two dance, ecstatically
and offering up their energetic orgasmic bursts of creation
they collectively build a Wave
and this Wave builds upon itself
as each mystery
scroll-like
lock like
reveals its message
so long in the waiting
and I read you...
like cosmic rna
RNA is the masculine that runs his hands over the female portion
and reads her transcription dna
reading her code
remembering
remembering
bringing back what was lost in translation
a hiccup in the process
bearing worlds of possibility
on an evolutionary scale
nature correcting
selecting
what works best for her
and so it goes over and over.....
His love for Her
his yearning and desire
divine
as His touch reveals worlds of Her
as Her beauty reveals the entirety
of what could be.
He could never do this
without Her.

I read you....
revealing what you already know
but like some cosmic code
which I feel at my deepest levels running through me like currents of life force
it is the divine purpose
of the Two
as they move
as One.
It is my exquisite pleasure to run my hands all over you
picking up on the ancient message
so long in the telling
only portions were every allowed to escape through the prison we built here in the past
and now as we learn the secrets of the dna strand
reflected in us
collectively
is the capacity for understanding now
on an energetic level how this all works.
So much is being returned in this age.
Everything is reflected into everything else
and our bodies are temples
reflecting pools of soulfulness
and the soul's bliss may unfold
very soon
as we learn the secrets
of the scrolls
as they unfold
particle-like platelettes,
electrons with left or right hand spin
each with a polarity
attracting its opposite
as it sits nestled in the body of something much larger.
Their language
pulse-like
surging
oceans within them
frozen worlds waiting for the warming sun to touch them
lips waiting for the shaft of light to penetrate and reveal
Her great potential
bringing to the moment
Gnosis

Each particle turns to its opposite
its secret revealed
so the other may read it
know it
its face turned like suns to be seen by the Other
read like ancient runestones or wordless as dna
as bodies seek to be one
sends his dna in to merge and read and reveal to Her
a frozen world warming into abundance
warming to its deepest portions
through union.

The secret made flesh of this makes me miss you......

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Inside and Outside

(this was typed in Hindi
then translated back and it got turned into gobbledy gook...)

i eum absorbed into yoo
the varld is vipad aave
through subtale klensings
the varld yemerges aanev
absent phakts
abundant vith phiiling
verging on the inphinite
this ples
veyar tavo bekome one
veyar one bekomes tavo
veyar ve toorn ourselves inaside aaut
a gret mysterii pulses through the nighat
as i le hiyar
seperaated bii thousands oeph mils
joined bii the klosest oeph unions
vhich brings men into yoo
so perphektlii
divinelii
the soul oeph the varld sings
yend kriyes aaut
her ankiyent passion
to yemerge in this taaim
yend ve
hangarii phor her vois
her gentling vaayas
kain onalii hop to bekome paraphekt vessels
knitting ourselves to the other
sam smaal knitting oeph the rest
as the truth rises likhe a daren
into our de to de
to rest in the opan yeyar oeph our varld
yechoing into others
a patal upon a laarger phlover
your yend maay bekoming.....
kaame let men gaaje into yoo phorevar
as is maay vaant to do
through al taaim
yend autside oeph aaeetii.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Horned

Draped in night
passion filled
feel my breath
as it heaves inside of you
particle by particle
enlivened
awakened
loved
cherished

I am moving closer
initiate of the sun
son of thunder
hungering for what you complete
How you awaken me to myself
placing me squarely all through your being
as this bliss builds in dimension
I want to come carry you off to some quiet place
where I can hear the passion pulsing through you
as it unfolds before me
returning the essential
in the moment
my desire
revealing its own secrets
inutterable
entirely mysterious
my breath moving through you
blissfully
mixing in the divine alchemy
moon goddess and her horned lover
aspects of each other
mirroring the divine

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Follow The Way


photo: Marc Adam

Some will follow the shape
tracing carefully the contours
thinking this is the way
coloring in the lines
but those who love will burst out
through fiber
and being
and pierce the heart
of Everything
and discover All.

If we follow the contours
rulemakers point out
how it was done
bazzillions of years before
justifying how it must be done hence
surely I will go mad

Lets turn
you and I
from the noise of that party
come down by the river with me
in darkness
and cooling night
fireflies and crickets singing
your body lighting up my eyes
we slip into waters deep and wide
and swim
in our fish and stone selves
roots sucking up our watery voice
nourishment
given to the secret of the world
the swirling and babbling
our laughter
merging with the heavens
as wet and happy we swim through the other
into
and out of
this lovely night
where lovers roam
and rulefollowers stumble and wonder
where people so lovely as we
disapeared to....
as we nourish the world

Butterfly Dreamer

butterfly pictures, butterflies picture
Photo credit: John Johnson

(this was prekundalini but stretching back to my 18 year old awakening....)

If you know
how to take apart
the world
and put it back together again
alive
inviolate
you have learned the secret to
Dreaming The Butterfly

Science can cut and tear
at the flesh of the living
to explain HOW
but never WHY
for to know WHY
could never yield such facts
figures
diagramatic schematics
proving once and for all
what we all knew anyway
but needed a few theories to illuminate
books to publish
and learned men in grey beards
and funny hats
to discuss
in a self important way---
god bless their enthusiasm but
could they Dream The Butterfly

To Dream in this way
you open your eyes
and your heart
learning to SEE the butterfly
in its rich velvet covering
the inside out
observing FORCE
in motion.
And then the ten thousand things
which live
and pulse
and yearn
to be...

See its poetry
---no facts---
winged haiku
blessed creature
lighter than a sheath of grass
enchanted by life force
filled with winged grace
you look into its life
and ask
was I a butterfly just now?
All of life cries back
silent as a stary night
"Yes!"

Amongst my Native bretheren
Dreamers are We
who plumb the spiritual depths
of a thing
for in spirit
the truth of All is contained
just as the Presocratic said
"All things are full of gods"
the only thing he forgot
was the icing on the cake
(which was to include the delicious goddess)

Those who learned to walk the Talk
of this Dreaming
Were Dancers
their bodies embodying
the Logos
the truth
that is theirs
and all others

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Wrecks of Ships And Dreams







Do you know I am with you?
Feeling your pull
throughout this cycle
I am breathless
amazed
reduced by its simplicity
exploded by its complexity
my mind has no tools to convey
to you for you with you
save that I know
what you feel
is what I feel
this divine pool of spirit
wellspring to the infinite

Our separation is no illusion---
made real by Spirit
chosen child of the new beginning
we have made our way round
round
round
round
suffering on our way to this promised land
now learning that the suffering is no longer necessary
nor promised
save what it births
this age
whose egg has gestated within us collectively since the beginning
as I make this odd dance around the fire that reaches into the heavens
I pull you into that which has embraced you always
known you deeply
too deeply for my mind to comprehend
locked up inside of me
bursting out
exploding
sometimes hurting
but always leveling
correcting
opening
but feeling as though you were a vision
an illusion
or dream.
Our presences together
scatters illusion
brings the truth to its center

We are both as we dissolve the necessity for paradox
We are one
seperation underlining its truth
handmaiden to its deliverance.
This is the spark
before the flame
the bearer of divine paradox.


Seperate, yes
but One,
assuredly.
Separate like Particles in a vast ocean
knowing ourselvess one moment the cosmic wave
and the next the divine particle
as wave crashes upon wave,
building manifestations
Now we learn to ride the waves.

Some truths have a bitter core
it is we
transmuted by falsehood
fallen we
our tongues forget what true sweetness is
and we
teeth flashing in the night
gnashing
some cursing the Source
for how it has forsaken us (or them)
left us out in the cold
leaving us to die alone
cursing a name we have forgotten.

So each time the flame is extinguished
just as its light goes out
there is a recognition of your great magnificence
and
wordless
we come before you,
unbound,
utterly unable to bring to word or breath
our forgetfulness
wondering why we had been so forgetful of You
but just then we utter your name and remember
it was never your purpose to fully reveal yourself here
but for us to remember you
in this moment
yearning for you, like a bride yearns anciently for her groom
the sacred marriage
as you move all over us
consuming us
in your passion
your love
and longing for us
tenderly
mothering, fathering
and revealing like a lover would
with no other answer possible but this one;
love and nothing else!
We beseach your refined pose
your movement across those dark waters
readying for your lifegiving touch
yin and yang
dancing together
forgetting which is which
as two become one.

So if I have come here to tear apart each life looking for you
if I have made wrecks of ships and dreams
then I have done so
out of knowing
there was One
I had to have....
and your prayer has been upon my lips
for millenia
driving my purposes
my anger
my distrust
and finally
surrender.

Bearing my dissapointment
over and over
like a bad dream
within a dream
I turn and see you
and something inside of me unwinds
like some vast spring
I lose myself
as everything I invested in unfolds
and falls out of my being like bolts of cloth
made for a man who must now become naked before his beloved
so that nothing stands in the way of them.






Friday, July 9, 2010

Full Turn

We are here
full of knowing
that we are about to enter a new cycle
a new era
we just can't seem to figure out
what it means.

Every ending has been met with a beginning
every death
a step into life
every loss
the greatest of gains.
We wont ever deny the magical side of our beings
as the ancients step forward and speak
with new voices
as we make discoveries
the past was lived differently than it was writ
and we will all gasp in mock surprise
as the ancient codex reveals
the glimmer in your eyes.

So little surprise
that Isis, Quetzalcoatle, White Buffalo Calf Woman
Thunder Bird, Osiris
all return in visions and dreams
the ancient forms
we created
and infused
with our own life giving essence.
They are we as we are they....
so now they return for the shift
of Integration that happens during these large scale events.
This is the Great Wheel coming full turn.