Category: poetry

Home

Life has its ups and downs
All of of us experience these
You are not alone when you are low
And not alone when you feel far above the earth
It’s ok to feel up and down
Home always brings me to my center
Back to earth
Close to the things I love most
That know me best
The birds and the fish whisper to me
Don’t go too high or too deep

Remember your home
Remember love
Remember your time is short

Don’t waste it

Sweet Love

There are moments

Such gentle moments where the air is filled with light

To breathe would shatter eternity

There is such beauty in life

It is incompressible to me how we could lose hope

There is also such great pain

A pain that when transcended breaks into a sunrise

With an otherworldly light

A light that surpasses understanding

I know that we are never lost

We are forever

All these moments can’t be lost

Wishful thinking you may scoff

But I have lived a secret

Nobody would believe me

I can’t believe it myself

It is beyond belief

You are not done yet

No no

You are not lost

No no

You are loved beyond belief

You are known for what you are

With no name

Before time

Before you had a face

You are remembered forever

Happy anniversary my sweet love…

Gate of Fear

I have arrived at my limit
The edge of my capacities
My mind can move no faster
My heart can carry no further burden

If I be one kind of person
Here I stop and take my rest
If I be another kind of person
I will find a way to outsmart my limits

The Seven of Wands has fallen
It challenges me to race with myself
I must run my personal best
And transcend what blocks and inhibits

The great gate threatens
And ominously stands
Blocking my way
The fears and spooks crowd in now

They tickle the back of my mind
Any step I attempt to make
They suggest I turn back
But I must go forward boldly and surely

To rise above the pack
Takes an unconquerable spirit
But how many battles have I lost
How ever can I find the strength now

Mars commands me
It is not whether but when
It is not why but how
Rise up you lazy bag of bones

You have found the seven ways to win
It is no longer theory
For knowledge and wisdom
Have set upon their thrones

Cabala means secret or hidden
I keep no secrets, nor hide a thing
I will give as much knowledge possible
To anyone who shows up

It’s all an illusion, it’s just in your mind
It’s all an illusion, it’s just in your mind
It’s all an illusion, be clever be kind
It’s all an illusion, be clever be kind

Birds in the Storm

Birds huddle close behind the tree
Sheltering from the storm’s fierce breeze
Cold winds howl and rain beats down
But they are safe, under the tree’s leafy crown

Their feathers ruffled, but unafraid
They wait for the tempest to fade
Nature’s symphony in full swing
The birds wait for another day to sing

The branches sway, a natural dance
The birds endure and await their chance
The storm may rage, but they are wise
Nature provides through her green guise

When the sky clears, they’ll take flight
But for now, they rest tight
In the safety of the green
The birds pray to our great Queen

Fill Your Cup

Earth is a place of joy and strife
Where spirits can soar or slither
Some find nourishment in love and life
Others see their spirits eaten and wither

From the mountains to the rolling hills
From the oceans to the fields of grain
This planet has so many thrills and beauty
But it can also bring great pain

For some, the Earth is a sanctuary
A place of peace and harmony
For others, it can be a battlefield
Where their spirits are crushed, you see

So let us be mindful of our surroundings
And do our best to lift each other up
For on this Earth, our spirits are bounding
And it is our choice to fill our cups

With love and light, or fear and doubt
The choice is ours, let’s make it right
For on this Earth, our spirits can sprout
Let’s tend to them and take flight

—smelly goat

Even Stars Die

Death, the great unknown, the final mystery, the end of all our earthly struggles, the cessation of our history.

But is it truly the end, or just a new beginning, a transition to another plane, a chance for the soul to sing?

For death is not a tragedy, but a natural part of life, a chance to be released from pain, and end all earthly strife.

So let us embrace death’s sweet kiss, and trust in its loving embrace, for it is only through death’s door, that we find our final resting place.

—smelly goat 🐐

I’ve Got The Music In Me

I ran from love terrified
Until I could go no further
There I collapsed…finished
But I heard something
In my dirt filled ears
Lying in the land of the dead
It was the softest music at first
Like nothing I had ever heard before
Slowly I began to feel the tug of gravity
Suddenly it lifted me up up up
Out of the dirt
All the way into the big endless sky
Suddenly clouds of dark matter split wide
A golden light
Unlike anything I had ever seen
Shot right through me
I felt love in every cell screaming
Love had raised me from the dead
Then I heard thunderous words
Echoing from everywhere at once

NOTHING COULD EVER SEPARATE YOU FROM MY ❤️

Then I heard every cell
In me singing
I found the music
Was always in me
I just never heard it
Like Apollo singing
Through the underworld
Nothing can touch me now
I’ve got the music in me

Deep Woods

Dive into the Mystery “Natura naturans…”

Lay down all you know

Take flight upon the dark wings of love

Behold Nature’s sheer fecundity and vitality

Drink deeply from her spring

Know the rapture of the Deep Woods

Hear the ancient music on the hills

Explore Nature’s uncanny ravines

Encounter maenades and goatbrides

Behold the terrifying Otherness

dirty dishes

there is something in me yearning

wanting to break things

to be free

making connections I can’t imagine

X

a portal…

everything around me seems totally solid one second

the next, it appears to shimmer transparently

like a gossamer dress

something tells me…let go

i want to knock all the pieces off the table 

mix it all up

rearrange things

knock around

be a punk

quit it all and wreck it

build it up again

chaos has a hand on my shoulder

an angel on the other

i feel my whole soul

as the world hurls into chaos

i feel myself moving with it

it feels dangerous 

part of me loves it

another piece is terrified

people collecting awards for acting 

what a con

what a joke

people acting holy and appearing pure 

insides filled with black tar

so many pretty faces 

so much ugly pain

one realizes they have to take the beauty where they can find it

dwell with it 

be in it

will that keep all the tar away

all the uglies 

no, we dwell within the ruins 

i don’t know why I say these things 

why I should feel so split

crazy perhaps 

mad

mad for life

mad for death

mad for LOVE

Love Tears Me Open

I woke up tonight after a dark dream. 

I couldn’t sleep and the Lion told me to offer myself as a lamb to itself. It said it is all that is moving. It told me love kills. To take my small flame I have cultivated and merge it with the only real 🔥 

And I wrote this with some help from my friends…

“Love is like the lion’s tooth.” —W.B. Yeats

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  Life is love and love is life
  A riddle and plainly known

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  You can cultivate your little flame
  But love will kill you when you come close

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  Though love may slay you as a lamb
  You shall be raised up a lion

—smelly goat

“You that come to birth and bring the mysteries, your voice-thunder makes us very happy.  Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!” – Rumi

Only now do I realize I have prepared myself as an offering to the Lion.