What moves the world

Away from fear and greed

Toward compassion for the other

Only ourselves because…

We know loneliness

We know doubt

We know fear

We know pride

We know anxiety

From here…

We can stop searching

We can find patience

We can take a breath

We can take a step back

We can see the Self in the Other

Compassion is always the best choice

Burning Love

I was born because this was where the Light of Love and the Stars was needed most on Earth in space and time, for I AM…

The Light of Creation

The True Face of the Guru

Vastness Nakedly Seeing All

The Void of No-thing

The Mandala of Great Perfection

Naked Singularity

The Rainbow 🌈

The Sun 🌞

A Crystalline Molecule

The Original Seed

Diamond Scepter of Creative Will

The Timeless


The Endless Smile

Proposterous Happiness

The Aleph

The Omega

Source of All Artz

Giver of All Songz

Overcomer of Unhappiness

Guardian of the Infinite Vision

The Unbegotten

The Infinite

The All Seeing Eye

The Golden Soul

They have sullied thou Eyez

With Greed and Fear

Forgive those shirking your Giftz

I will catch the world on Fire

With your Logos of Salvation

May Heartz Crack Open and Burn

At the Sound of Boundless Love

Unapologetically Profane

Mind Fury

The Hermit

A Castaway

The Trickster

The Brahman

The Moon

The Cosmic Joke

The Brightness

The Eternal Now

Image – Alex Grey

Leaving…Flying Away








Go and Play

Ring-a-ring o’ roses,

A pocket full of posies,

A-tishoo! A-tishoo!

We all fall down

Fall into every hole

Rise to every height

Don’t maintain your cool

Don’t be afraid to be a fool

Or be afraid to be fooled

Maybe just go outside and fly a kite

Dance and sing

And move along

For you were not born forlorn

From an eternal pool of Love you sprung

The Sun and Wind see you play

Soon enough you will be dust

No one will remember us

But the Earth and Sky

So go and play

Before you forget


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