Sublime

I look
hoping to find
another man
gripped as I
by this
and I realize
they all are gripped
in different ways
walking through tunnels of illusion
seeking the light
seeking Her
the truth is
a man will never find anything more meaningful
to him
than his Goddess
and she lies quiet and still
is it that he must wake up and find her?
The Journey the means
Process discovering himself
as her.

So I lie down on you
and pull your hands up over your head
as I stretch your body out
so I can feel every inch of you
at attention
slick and strong and pulsing
your breath quiet
as my hands dig into yours
part of this is being quiet
and finding that place inside
where the two connect
my essence dissolving into one single force
which seeks to open you to your awakening
knowing
becoming
for in this
I find myself.
Its not that I awaken you
its that we awaken
our hearts seeking eagerly the new cooperation
a better way
as the sublime falls like snow in the moonlight.

Continuum

There is not some ultimate point of Being
some apex of the pyramid
but an endless world of manifestations and awakenings
to that which is larger, more...
Spirit reveals as we go
the truth of the boundlesness
the endlesness of our being.

As we awaken
our petals open
to the sun of our knowing
to his loving caress
which reaches
as deeply into us
as our awareness will allow.
What we awaken to is ourselves
made larger
made seperate from us through the trick of time
which now opens up
its truth revealed
as an expanding present.
Its tapestry rich with implications
and discovery

In this kind of world
we ascend
ladder-like
up through our awareness
and as we open and bloom
our potential blooms
revealing our higher selves
never as anything separate
but gently connected
part of a still larger design.

Her Axis

I turn gold

around your blue core

as I churn

your ancient sea

I turn

fishlike

in your waters

a trail of froth

following me

your waters transformed

a sea of water

seeded by a sea of milk

turning golden

a sea of honey

sweet

desired

boundless

ancient

certain

but always yearning

born of it

liberated by it

in fits of pure creative force

we become the essence of the act

that has played out

in the theaters of our lives

down through time.

Turning around your core

I turn golden

my mask is cast away

giving up all illusion

claiming my enduring passion

as my true self embraces you

proclaiming

its been much too long my beloved....

Where The Two Meet

He waves his hand over her

showing her how his potency moves through him

and into her

how in this place

two become one

as deeper the two go

each revealing to the other

as they swim in masculine then feminine currents

circularly

what must be ancient in revelation

like some rite made up on the spot

by the very energy moving through them

mudras seeking their unfolding

as he grasps her firmly

her flesh pulled against the certainty of his desiring

beyond any fire of any sun shining brilliant in the ancient space

as this truth emerges in them

necessary for the moment

revealing their divine

and awakening in him the truth

that she must grasp as he grasps

but that he must know what the grasp is for

which is to hold her fast in this moment of endless embrace

which their larger selves have known since forever.

He will surrender and feel how his energy will become like a core to her being

how her embrace is necessary for him to know where to go

and how to be within her as he travels up the channel of her within from root to crown

she guides by simply being who she is to him

and her essence unfolds within him as he is bound by the compass of certainty

as each reveals to the other the Logos of their soul

as merged aspects of each other.

it can be no other way as soul has waited through an entire season of its becoming for this.

The gravity of it has grown rich and ripe in this time

as they meet each other on the inside...

which is where the great Mystery is given a voice

The gods have always moved through us

they were our larger selves

but we could not imagine

it was as simple as they were we

unbound by time

time travelers

returning to the land of their Becoming

drawing forward their ancient selves

like a lover pulls and grasps

desperately

hungrily

for the beloved

as one world seeds another

as that world returns a renewed essence

which is their Christed selves.....

full of love and infinite desiring
the greatest of heresies
and the deepest of truths.

The Relativity of Joy

All of this
fading now like a taste desirous to be forgot
spent in living someone else's idea of fulfilled
teeth grinding
soul turning
mind numbing
just where did this come from?
Thunder stirs distantly
beseeching me
Why would I move so from my sacred essence?

I come from poet warriors
every life sacred
life fiercely lived
no fear for the flesh
eyes that pierce
your flesh surrendered
vibrating with its desire
How can this be anything but my true joy?

I am humbled by you
you know
through you my world is transformed.
I need your story
animated
in the moment
to somehow illuminate my own.
You fit perfectly I discover more and more
Your essence opens me
gently but certainly
your heart
a steady hand
in a mad world
revealing to me my essence
yearning and leaning into this new sunlight
you so perfectly shepherd unto me

You are that peach
whose flesh it torn from its pit
over and over
your nourishing essence
increase my desire
just how strong can it get???

Come on....
lets go swimming...