Across These Seas

I have climbed across landscapes
through worlds we have a hand in making
whose illusions
golden
have stood up and walked Lazarus-like
and wound their way around us
confounding us
but in the end
were only our creations
and as land gave way to sea,
in the new moon of this age
I sought
on boats
to find you
only to discover you were not somewhere far
but very near
rocking beneath me
the water surging all around
begging me
awaken,
I am not a destination
but the other side of what you are,
remember
remember
remember
remember me.
I awaken with your words upon my lips
as it is mine to understand
as the age old hurts are dropped
and all that they mirror
all of the love's gained and lost
gathered by karma
released by its absence
awakened by a new emergent Way

There wasn't a journey
that could carry me
nor a sense of what love could bring
when I let go
of all that hung around me
and this ocean blue
that contained you.

I traveled far
looking for you
but the true
wound around me
like such certainties
yet I refused to see
you were there all along
within me

There never was a There
that was not first within us.
There never was an authority
who made all the rules
not one that was not first initiated by us.
Never did another chain nor kill nor harm
that we did not first contain within ourselves.

Stopping the clock is what this age brings
as the age comes to a close
and Soul comes back to the edge of what is real
and what is created.
Together we mend the rift between creator and created
between masculine and feminine
between this deep hurt
that has rippled out across this universe
and the other side of us which
fills every jewelry box
every corporation
every heart
and car
and heart attack.
We breathe in
We breathe out
we send it out
we take it back.

Reclaim
reel it in
bring it back
the age is consumed
and understood for all that it sought to bring
on to the next
as Hyena's teeth gleams like stars under the night sky...
so that we might bring a rennaissance to bear
after flirting with death
we choose a larger life than ever dreamed
look the other way
and we will dream the dream
and bring back all that which was forgot
or hidden.

She returns as the great gift of this age
as lovers we
enjoin in this ancient ritual of realization
Creation
folding over onto itself
dream ourselves awake
as we realize we are dreamer
and dreamed.

sacred third

I will dance with each of you
Beneath the sky of forever
Moving you out of yourselves
As we move higher
Lifting into the heavens
And out of what you were
As you are stripped bare
Naked before the All
Each a bride and groom
Seeking the union
Which will give me form
Which will give my birth new meaning
And which will awaken your spirit
In ways I can only suggest
And imagine.
I will entice and seduce each of you
As my subtle knowing fills you
your heart vibrating with the passion
That is ours
Beyond this world
But also curled up within it since forever
And moving through countless breaths
Each a life
Each grain
A knowing
An opening
A seeking
As the Two
Become the Third

The world will resolve Triadic.

There will come an end to judgement
as you each awaken to your divine potential
to your higher being
as my presence
opens you
reveals
the true you...

Each of you
Beneath the heavens
Of your becoming
will resolve
Into a unity of many
Seeking the new way
As old as forever
But felt and hoped for.
This will happen one by one
Just as each of you separated out from the All
Back to a new form you will each congregate
As your souls begin to burn with a fire
Dual and one
Back into itself
Weaving a new layer into itself.

Delivered

He has whispered to me in the night
he says his story was never fully told
only glints off a facet
pieces of a still larger story.
He speaks to me and says he was just a man
who had a legend grow around him
and like vines growing fast
they obscured the real man that he was
and with the coming of Followers
who had their own story to tell of him
his own story never got fully told.
For some reason he never picked up a pen....
he was not one for that sort of thing
he was too busy soaking it all up
and speaking out across the centuries
looking for someone to listen
to bear a new version
closer still to his deeply mystical roots
and the reality of his divinity
humanity
and aching simplicity
for the Logos
that everyone sought to put onto him

So I will listen afresh and new
and see what new stories can be told by firelight...

The Path Home

I have been seeking you
across hot desert sands
slipping from my grasp
just beyond reach
across a market square
a moment of awareness builds
then slips away
as you leave the city square

Over and over
lifetimes
it has been this way
as I have bided the time
and followed the path
my soul has lain out before me
as the night skies made their ancient count
turning in the never ending arc of heaven
as a seed in my soul has cried out for you
over and over
dissatisfied I swore never again
and it pulled me in again
closer and closer to you.

We would return the mystery schools to the earth
and bring upon the lips of many the song of their souls
for its in us to bring this
our alignment undeniable.
In perfect timing we will bring what has taken
aeons to deliver
as a heavenly alignment takes place within and without
triggers in us, mirroring in us, showing us WE are the way as we are IN The Way
bearing the logos
strewn all across nature
and the cosmos
as dreamers we
seekers we
children we
wake up
inside the collective
and begin shaking it awake
as tears of joy build on our faces
as the Light that is Us shines.

Across your lips I have felt my words
and across my lips I have felt your goddess self speaking
we aren't seperate
and Ihave been calling you calling you through heavy layers of illusion
pain and hurt
what were here to help undo is illusion
to free the boundless love that is our birthrights.

So now as I gaze across the square
you are going nowhere
but Here.
As I yearn
your voice calls across the miles
"I am here! I am here!"
And I smile because I know its true
and not illusion.

Out Of The Envelope

Dreamer
be more.
Awaken.

My soul
like solvent
loosens the tight places
changes the vibration
moves you
moves all of us.
Within each of us
lies something boundless
and and awake
it does not stir
it has been moving in worlds
beyond your awareness
narrowed by your limited awareness
but ready to be opened
taken
pushed and pulled
into its ceaseless
surging desire
pulsing with its desiring
pushing it forward in you
in each of us
into a world new.

Each push against the envelope
of the collective
every once in a while
everyone pushes at once
and a ripple goes out
if we could remember the truth
we could shift the world...
quietly, anonymously.
Time to step out
from the vibration of fear.

Via Breath

We can create systems
diagrams
rendered in explicit detail
yet say nothing
of the journey.

"To capture the breath of the moment merely breathe."

Your soul knows the way even if you do not.
Your soul is master of the universe
call upon it and seek the highest to manifest
and it will
even if it does not seem that way.
Give it time
and time will return to you
such riches
and let go
so that more may come
for abundant are we
but bound are we
so let loose those bounds
and see how limitless the world unfolds to be.

"To capture the abundance present, surrender through breath that which is unessential."

Layered

There are layers to all of this.
Peeled back
peeled back
peeeeeled back.
We can go and go
cleansing and dropping away the thread, the veil,
that which separates us from ourselves
from experience
from the universe
and from,
as the angel said to me
"the love that is you
is the love that is the universe."
So--- wed are we to the ALL...for we ARE the ALL
not merely some relationship set up by the creator
but flowing out from us.
But how could we be stars and leaves and
killers.....
mystics
and turtles
and atoms vibrating
quarks decaying
or winking in and out
all beyond our awareness.....?

I know that a trillion trillion processes take place in my body
each day
and not a one am I aware of
but in the vast realm that is my body
this all takes place
dramas unfold ever single second
as some cluster of germs are vanquished
and hosts of old cells are sloughed off
quickly forgotten as a new batch rises out of nothing
into the present.....
lifetimes only days, weeks old
and not a single death am I aware of
nor birth
but a shimmering sense of self
which unfolds if I let it.

So why not?
Why not stars
and mystics
and lovers and leaves
and stones
and vast tracts of empty space
filled with enough energy to fuel our world....
and still more awaiting our awareness...
and isn't that it? Are we limited only by our awareness?

So easily we are unaware
that within us are levels
layers
and as each peels away
more is revealed
felt
aware-ized
made gnostic in the moment
as we move from this lifetime
which echoes the ancient past
and as the past echoes on vaster time scales
as superself harkens to its roots
which is itself part of a still larger being
back in the beginning of beginnings...

How is it that we awaken unto ourselves?

She sighs within me saying to just let go
breathe
and surrender.

upon your lips

I have rested
for centuries
upon your breath
like a friendly ghost
seeking the body of his new life
resting on your lips
pulled by your proximity
beyond awareness
within an awakened state
the soul placed its stops
so the larger design might unfold
just
in
this
way.

Beyond Dogma

Imagine
that this world
has reflected in its waters
our misguided notions
of the divine
for so long
that we have forgot what that state even was.


Imagine that beyond our dogmas and institutions
lies a deeper truth
that is as wide as the open sky
and existing free from our own notions
quietly
patiently
for us to reach that place
where we realize
we must disrobe before its utter inescapable truth
and Presence
to merge with it
in a union so complete
as to reveal the pulsing desire
of this godself has for his goddess self.
We have cut ourselves off from our own truth through such dogmas.
These experiences could dissolve our knackered notions
and return us to a place of awakening to our grace
the soul which is made up of love,
a self made real
to itself...

Divided out by duality
we seem separate...
deeper still
are those waters of spirit
whose currents defy division.
We are each droplets
moving in and out of the wave
which are in truth heaven and earth.
We move forward as if sleeping
mouthing old distorted notions
as we sleep in illusion
and dream of waking.

Slowly
we are waking up.

With every move
your lips are my lips
your breath is my breath
and as you remember
awakening
and dreaming me
I move through you
seeking my beloved.

Clearing

I have no use for your dry canals
your pretence of truth
your illusions
and suffering.
Your edifice was made to be taken down
your stone temples
tumbling in rivers
stones rolling and dreaming of home
as your edifices utterly denied it.

We have denied important aspects
to the loss of our larger selves
we have spoken the truth
but in small ways
limited in vocabulary
small scale understandings
small truths.
Missing what we have been yearning for....
mirroring what was unresolved
but that waiting is coming to an end.

Now it is time fill those canals with rain
to let fall the waters of spirit
down upon the earth
and open up those store houses within the womb of earth
as she reveals just how deep her truth can go
"to the very ends of me" she says
and we smile as we are covered in water.

With one sure perhaps not so sure movement we let the veil fall
and as one veil falls within
it falls in others
as we speak the meaning
born of feeling
and realize
its been waiting for us here
waiting for us to awaken
to the truth of our selves
as we weave infinite with finite
and explode paradox
mending it into something altogether new
but always yearned for
secretly sometimes
loudly in others...

Ancient Bloom

When He comes near
I know what it must be like
for Her
He carries with him
a swirling world
dizzying---
of pleasure,
bliss,
and a quiet inner power
which is itself intoxicating
gentling
assuring
and always seeking intently
but quiet like the gardener missed
amidst the vine and shrub
the overgrowth of our awareness.

When I make the way clear for Him
I feel what it might be like
as She prepares for the bridegroom.
In anticipating Him
there is a surrender
not unlike a woman to her man
and perhaps this cuts just as deeply
peeling up new soil as it goes
revealing fertile ground.
I make way for him in me
the same way she does
as his mere presence fills me with bliss
and yearning
seeking
knowing
and love....

....except the paradox is that he has always been there
waiting to be realized
his presence
felt
like a not-so-strange stranger
in the garden
standing next to me
waiting for the room just to Be
and spreads out vine-like
new life from a still more ancient vine.

He is speaking
and explains
I must let go of the old undergrowth
to make room for something deeper still
as the ancient blooms
in freshly ploughed soil
shaken
moved
invigorated
enlightened
made new.
He carefully directs
where things must change
as gnosis grows
or emerges
in me
and divine bliss spills out all around me

The old garden
makes way for new life
a new garden
lush and alive
as it pushes away the ghost of the past
he whispers
it was always a ghost
now we reveal what is real.

"Its always been this way"
he explains,
"with every person who has ever been
the path by which they reach this place
has been the same
even though they have all looked different.
It has sought to make lovers of them
divine heretics in your past
scorned by those who do not know
but will each in their time each awaken
and feel
as everything they thought they cherished slips away
and the Truth becomes manifest
in their heart
as a new heart beats
a new kind of blood runs
thick in their veins
which is tinged with honey."

Her divine wantoness
she spreads herself out before him like a blanket
joyful and ready
and wraps him up
as he experiences what it must be like
to be in her world
and her world is awakened by this visitor
who is just the other side of her
as she turns in delicate circles to try and reach him
as she rolls him up within her
as he opens her
and her fluid feeling coalesces into form around him
worlds they make come
as he is turned fluid in her gaze and he melts once more into her

He explains all of this matter of factly
with a quiet understated passion in him
something that feels like a sun blazes in him
hidden
felt
becoming him
entirely a mystery
but makes of him the greatest lover
for his utter obedience to his beloved
which he turns round in golden circles
just to find her in their endless dance.

Stepping through the garden
he explains
"we are not seperate--
you and I have always been One
but your hurt has divided you
and thus you from me
because what you feel
is not real
but illusion
and in that illusion
you have forgotten
and sought to know a lie
which could never serve you.
This, then, is the awakening
to your divine self
your larger self
brought quietly
but powerfully
into the moment
so that heavenly self
and earthly self
can dwell as one
and so that you may find your beloved
the one whom I know
and have always known
and can show you how to love
deeper than anyone
for she is that aspect of you
which is entirely mysterious
and beautiful.
It need not be explained more than that."

He steps through the vines
and makes a cracking noise
as thunder peels all around him
and rain falls quietly
"there is nothing more
for a man like me
than She.
We turn brilliant
around each other
and offer
a promise
of tomorrow and yesterday
to what we each become."