Flowers

Cut from the womb

Like a flower from its roots

We begin to fade

Into beautiful oblivion

A screaming ride

Or a gentle glide

Most beautiful close

To our rebirth

Into the Sky

As a freebird

We stretch

For that last

Ray of Sunlight

Enjoy our last Moon

Before we are drawn home

Into the original womb

The Black Sun

As above

So below

As within

So without

Oh to know

How beautiful

All these flowers

As they are

In the Eternal Now

the star falls

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

— Jorge Luis Borges

once upon a time there was an old star who had thought it had seen everything…

one day it spied with its timeless eye a small blue gem…

what is this new thing covered in blue water…

suddenly, without warning, the star began to fall…

faster and faster…smaller and smaller…until he could fit on the head of pin…

blackness…and then there was light…a bright wet light…

no memory of who he used to be and was still yet up there in the sky…

one day a bird was heard singing by the Hu-Man boy…

but that is another poem for another time…

many adventures await the Hu-Man…

fly you fools

White Rabbit

There is only one moment and that moment is now.

I am always omnipresent when I write now. I cast my rod out/into the Cosmos seeking nothing and I always find just what I need now.

Why is that?

How is that?

Well….

There is only one Event, not a chained series of events happening in time, the always flowing stream through the center of existence.

The Garden, all flows from the center outward.

That Event is always happening now outside of time, entwined in time.

We were pushed down a rabbit hole by a white rabbit.

You must always follow the white rabbit.

So what brings us to Now?

Presence.

Abiding presence in the flow of the ever happening now.

So what takes us out of now?

Illusions in time.

Can you dig it?

It’s deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp…………

Destiny and Fortune

The terms have been set
The lines have been drawn
The sides have been chosen
Now the Game will play to the end

Watch the bouncing red ball…

It is beyond comprehension
It is beyond understanding
Who can carry such a thing
Only without thought
I am not worthy of this
I am not strong enough to bear it

But somewhere inside
I feel to let it all ride
Spin the wheel
I AM a Human Being after all
Go for broke boy
Now is the time
This is the moment

Swing for the stars….

drip

this moment of freedom
it drips from the sky
like orange marmalade

when I was a boy
i dreamt of being king
i melted down my crown

now I stand
on the edge of eternity
filled with starlight

to know yourself
swirling
a mote in gods eye

killing time
towing the line
shattered dreams

windows of meaning
bubbles popping
don’t leave yet

so many pretty
things to see
just waiting to be

on top
in the center
of a lost soul no more

a gentle whisper heard
fairies dancing mid air
beating hearts echo

what does it mean
it means
now is living

The Honey of the Lotus

Consider the honey bee
So bound to the dance
A wiggle
A waggle

“O my Lord Kṛṣṇa, I beg to offer my prayers unto You. My mind is like the bee, and it is after some honey. Kindly, therefore, give my bee-mind a place at Your lotus feet, which are the resources for all transcendental honey.”

Who are all these lonely people?

I have found simply…the sweetest honey.

The Atoms Are Dancing

Atoms dance
Making fun
Of Love

——-

Samadhi…when all your atoms move with the Cosmos like a flock of birds. You know it when you feel it.

Illusions…every word.

I awoke to hear a line from a poem I never read…”the atoms are dancing”. Of all the things God could say…it’s first words to me were that.

This is my moment, the one you start laughing and never stop. Rumi seems to have had the same thought.

Imagine that.

Poem of the Atoms

O’ day, arise!
shine your light,
the atoms are dancing

Thanks to him the universe is dancing,
overcome with ecstasy,
free from body and mind

I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them

All the atoms in the air and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the ray of light,
they seem insane

All these atoms are not so different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered

We are all beings in the ray of LIGHT from The Beloved,

Nothing can be said