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

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

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.

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.

Our Divine Alignment

My Godself awakens inside of me
Sending memory down through my dendrites
You and I have been here a very long time
Another kind of memory fills me
One from an ancient being
My higher self
He whispers breathlessly
“I have been in this embrace of you since forever.”
I know his proclamation is true-
I know I have looked into you
My gaze like magic
The beam of my attention
Leaving you seduced and filled
With my Presence,
Your gaze not penetrating but pulling,
Welcoming in a way that is so perfect,
I can’t even express how perfect it is.
Smiling and red faced
Your leg pulls me closer to you
And I feel the pulse of my desire
Enter into you
Filling every part of you
Like some cosmic river of creation
A river of energy
Every particle of me
Mirrored in the next
The whole of creation trembles in this moment
This, our divine alignment,
What brings us to the other
As my essence sings through you
As your essence returns something so essential to me.
I cannot help but flow as our revolution
Turns into peace and bliss
As it always has been
And shall be.

I know you
At the deepest levels of you
I know you
For nothing can keep me from penetrating into those places
Even you do not know exist
Yet its in me to find them
And it gives me great joy
For its so simple for me-as if it my nature to do this-
It does not feel like I have to try
Just be me
How can that be?
Once you surrender to yourself
To the God within
To the Goddess inside of you
The Kingdom is revealed.
And in it
You are my Queen.

My Revelation

Come
feel my radiance
the fullness of my masculine
moving through your meridians
penetrating every atom of you
inseminating every empty place
with the full presence of me
bringing a new kind of life
inside of you

I cherish your life giving power
From it a new world will be born
truly this is so
so in each moment
I must honor you
by being as fully me as I can be
masculine
rippling through the moment
tearing through barriers
revealing what you are to you
and to the world
melting you down
until vortex-like
you pull me in yet again
transformed
but always transforming....

You and I were always chamelion like
for its our nature
like an island not anchored to earth
it shifts and changes and remakes itself
as its position moves
a thin line of lava
drives up through its center
making more of itself
but shifting what it was the day before
as water cools the molten fire
working together to recreate
and so the energy is like that
new from one day to the next
but this yearning shall always be
for you are She
and I am He

Come,
come
come
come
come
come be with me...

Temple

Within me a temple is built
on the rubble of the old
your hands have suggested it
your hand has been my hand
your eye has been my eye
as my hammer fashions stone by stone
what will support
Passion
as it rumbles through
every fiber, leaf
and star

Inside
Inside
you blaze in me
your beauty beyond my words to express
tearing me down to my most essential
building me up to my destiny
holding me humble and kind
smiling in the midst of this liquid glow
as blue moonlight moves from you
as sunlight grows in your womb
the promise of tomorrow
creation is our purpose
as what I bring flows into you
and back to me and back to you
looping
and flowing
beating down the shutters
tearing away all that is not necessary
we rest naked before it
seeking to give it voice.

The Fruit Of You

Your flesh gives way like a piece of delicious fruit
to my hungry mouth
Soft
firming
sweet
sour
delicious sweet sensuality
your essence offers up herself
in this feast
both surrendering
nurturing
a river to my thirst
an ocean to my longing.

My goddess
my goddess
I call to you
across these miles
we pretend good
about being apart
but we both know
the deeper truth
of our connection
which swims so deep
that strikes so headily
so strongly
so stridently....
But I still call to you
calling your name
I like so much
breathing you in
my breath out into you
filling you
it is no other way
as your ocean consumes me
and I feel myself melt into your
perfect feminine force
which I have longed for all this time.

Something happens to a man
when it dawns on him
that his beloved has been inside of him
locked up, as if some special secret combination
had to be turned through to open those gateways of perception
a single golden key
unlocking those treasures hidden underground
underwater
ready to be released into this world
already bubbling up in each moment.
Perhaps we yearn for that which is so close to us
that we know is in us
yet is hidden for a time
a great turning of the Wheel
we must make the journey
away from ourselves
getting back to ourselves
as the Other reminds us
of who and what we are.

So when you give yourself
in the moment by moment
I feel so blessed
richly
with the deliciousness of you
sweet
soft
sour
yielding
full of seed
dizzying passion
heaving breath
as my lips cover every inch of you
I assume you are here for me to consume
gently
persistently
lovingly
juicy
and glisteningly wonderful

Thank you for wanting only my true self....for he wants so much to reveal himself to you in each moment.....

The Wild Things

I feel ruined on this day
unable to do more than to let this charging force have its way
gentle surrender
sudden illumination
I grasp for you
my hands slick and hot
your body bouyant
waiting
expectant
and intuned
I feel the connection
to the animal essences
as I reach for you
I ask my question
and it is answered
chills run all through me
we have a webwork inside of us
my hands whcih are born of
tiger
and whale
and orca
and rhino
and eagle
and bobcat
and wolf
and leaf and star
rush through me
in a moment of shivering realization
they show
through feeling
that this is my true way home.
Sad
leaving the old ports
but happy
finding my old friends
old pathways
outside of time
all leading through a familiar land
where my insides shimmer and pulse
with the want and hunger of you
the need
to have
you
near.

Not enough to simply smell the sweet bouquet across three thousand miles
I can if I must
the pulse will assure it
but my hands
seek you
to grasp you
to pull you ever nearer
until there is no distinction
between you and me.

I will remain pulsing
flowing
connecting
and loving you
in this bare moment
as I walk back into the woods
of my wilder self.

In the night of the world of souls
I roam
touching but being untouched
reaching yet not being reached
I tear from that part of you
what is no longer needed
consuming it
transforming
turning it from death into life.

On this night Hyena roams these barrens
no fear
bold in purpose
strident in pose
pursuing and reaching into that place
which no longer has its place
that which needs to be changed
changed & consumed-given new purpose.
No judgement
action only
an ancient pulse
purpose
driven by the secret of the divine
As teeth tear into the dead flesh of this world
lightening gathers around him
rippling his flesh in an unexpected alliance
the old myth reborn
recycled
given new purpose.
Steely teeth
matched with deadly jaws
no compassion
but no hate
nor fear
nor curiosity
but a gathering of all of these which watch
as something beyond them all tears the flesh down to the bones.
His purpose is to seek and consume the impure thing.

On his left one lightening bolt traverses the sky a yin posture;
another assumes the yang
healing and destroying, he sits astride and meets the middle way
which is neither
but perhaps both as necessary for the divine
whose purposes go beyond the duality of this world.

(fragment)
Tonight as the sun leaves this illuminated world, knowing reaches into its darker self and plucks from it a spark which will now be part of the inbetween, a gathering of purpose which has the capacity for reaching into the darkest of shadow and plucking out that which no longer serves without being touched by it. Hyena's teeth reaches deep into the marrow, shining in the dark, untouched by shadow and light, fueled

Throughout our past kings and queens have held their counsel. Some have had insight into the ways of the world, some had insight into the soul of creation. The latter were the oracles, seers who were recognized for their ability to capture a larger view. Their abilities were honed over lifetimes and these gifts were from Spirit based on the Purposes of that soul in its journey through this portion of the soul lifecycle.