blue fire

my mouth fills with warm red wine,
the blood of gods flows, rich and deep,
dripping over my exposed heart—
it awakens shadows long asleep.

my tongue explores the swirling tastes,
a bitterness beneath the sweet.
the ridges of my soul are traced,
where sorrow and renewal meet.

a blue flame flickers, softly born,
igniting shadows deep within.
a spark of purpose, sharp as thorn,
in the herald’s fullness, new life begins.

through sting of loss, I still recall
the sweetness buried in decay.
the rotting fruit, its death a call,
fuels flames that burn my grief away.

a luscious heat now fills my core,
a fractured spirit starts to mend.
despair flows upward, feeding more,
transforming pain to hope’s bright flame.

it trickles down, I swallow whole—
this fire, alive in every cell.
a warmth ignites my aching soul;
in a sip of wine, life’s last farewell

End of Seeking…Beginning of Singing

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

—Hermann Hesse

Amen 🙏

There is only one true portal.

There is only one way to awaken.

That is through yielding to love for another.

That is through giving your whole self to another.

Nothing in books, no math, no theory, no philosophy, no prophecies are real I know.

My blood sings to me.

I could only hear it after the end of my seeking.

After I died willingly.

I could only hear it after getting lost in the lies I told myself.

I could only hear it after being crucified on a cross.

Love drove those nails through my flesh.

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately as they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.

—Hermann Hesse

Only real love brings any meaning to this hell world.

And real love is this, that you lay your life down for another.

Even flowers grow in hell.

One taste of the sweet eternal fruit of love will immediately dispel all doubt, all conspiracy, and all fear.

I AM for the lovers.

Seek love with all your heart.

Nothing else will satisfy.

Nothing else can bring you peace.

Nothing else can save you.

Reading From Carl Jung’s Red Book

A reading I did awhile ago.

Did I make this?

Interesting.

Writing in Blood

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

—Ernest Hemingway

I’ll read anyone who leaves blood on the page.

The way of the individual is not a lonely path, it is an intimate experience with everything.

Temperature Rising

The blood of the Syrians flow with the martyrs
Cries and pain forever silenced
Only tears and prayers
Peace for them now

Hatred on every corner HOMOS! FAGS!
Righteous anger or fear from below
I don’t know their God but I can smell their fear
We are all the same inside and out

Fears in the back of our skulls itching
The stock market plunging
Our strings pulled by the Master Puppeteers
Have no faith in meaningless things

Ancient fury raging
Senseless being
Horrible slaughter
Eternity in our hearts

I’ll tell you a secret
So simple anyone can know
Burn the liars on the pyres
And think for yourself

Fear not
A blazing knight comes
On a perfect white horse
No cliche

Sing a new song
A song of love and peace
Shine in the darkness denying its grasp
Hold up the standard

For the sake of one
A city may be saved
There is nothing but life
It will continue

When a stranger is in need
Give with all your heart
When the anger rises
Leave it with the sunset

Be true to yourself and love with abandon
Now there is nothing to fear
Don’t hate be love
You don’t need a teacher

Know Thyself