Naked Fool

Oh to be free of styling
Oh to be free of caring
Oh to be free of trying
Oh to be free of lying

Freedom was found

By the kiss of my love
By the licks of my dogs
By the rude pricks
By desiring the world
By yelling at the top of my lungs
By meeting all my gods and daimons
By getting it all wrong

Here before
The Sun and the Moon
Stripped naked of my appearance
What remains is freedom

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

Seeing Sigil N. 1

image

breathe free

image

hey
you there
slow down
your breath
match mine
there you go
follow me
I’ll take you down
breathing my breath
feeling the flow
now lifting you up
freeing your soul

The Circle of Seeking

Understanding

Awakening

Liberation

Rinse and repeat

When you are ready

For freedom

Seek yourself

The way is hidden

Our lives are short

And can be beautiful

Leave it all behind

No treasure

No reward

All is Maya

There is nothing to do

And no one to do it

I know that I am nothing

But a cherry blossom tree

I know I am boundless

Now I’m free

What Will You Become

“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the Master calls a butterfly.” – Richard Bach

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Free Yourself

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Bound by the grey fog
     of the Great Forgetting

Some say all is illusion
     we are lost in Samsara

Others insist all you see
     is all that is real

Can not both be correct
     the Creator shows itself in our existence

Every in-breath connecting to eternal Love
     the gift of being in every out-breath
 
Belief binds you
     providing necessary friction

Free yourself
     and set sail on the waters of remembrance