Tag: poetry

9 of Cups

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Be sure you are ready to ask
The Last Question
The answer will cost you
Everything you have gained
I learned my purpose
Was to learn to
Love
I thought we did that
Naturally
I was wrong
I had to learn
To love myself
First
I had to learn a lot
About what I was not
What was left
Was Me

I learned
I was master of all I survey
Outside and within
I learned to see and feel
The love of the Universe
To see the reality of all I hoped
In the eyes of another
It was a hard road
I’m enjoying the view
I see the Universe alive
Within and outside
Heaven is here
I always ran from it
I think this time
I will rest
And be
Joyful

Lafi The Courtesan

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Lafi Lafi
Why did you leave me
Your soft touch
Brought me nearer
Than ever to
Eternity
Now I fade
To my sweet Death
Your ruined name
Bringing you close
Your forbidden touch
The sweetness of your breath
The joy of our laughter
The tenderness of our
Decadent tears
The Blue nights with doves
Always chasing one another
Across time I will seek
I shall never die
If I can but find again
Your sweet embrace
That warm honey filling my ear
I see you on the shore
Wait for me there
Dreaming your blue dreams

Dedicated to Rumi
With eternal gratitude
For helping me to find my self
Your sweet words
fill my soul

Go To Sleep

Shhhhh

I am not here

Nothing was said

All is as it was before

Everyone, go back to sleep

And have your dreams of men

Shawshank Redemption at 11:11

“Once having understood that it is all Maya,
one becomes speechless.” —Nisargadatta Maharaj

This just occurred to me

At 11:11

While reading Nisargadatta

i saw in my mind

As if projected across the sky

Andy from Shawshank standing there

Arms stretched to Heaven

Covered in shit

Liberated from himself

Open arms in acceptance

Of what he was

That

“I AM”, he thought

Then I felt done

Your bliss is found beyond form

The beauty of life

Is your expression of it

Draw the mind back

Live in this moment

Heaven is here

You guys are on your own

I’ll just sit here under the Bodhi tree

And write my silly words

The Mystery

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When i shut my eyes all i see and hear is…

“That which you can explain is not you.
That which you cannot explain is you.”

Ug, mystics

Who is behind my seeking

Who is that watching me

Must be true

Life is but a dream

The great cosmic giggle

i do not exist

But here I AM…now

Filled with Joy

Living a happy delusion

The Mystery continues…

Image – Space Skull 3

The Song Of My Being

imageWhen my mind is still
And my heart is open
In my Being

‘i’

Feel
See
Hear

…a song

I can’t contain it
Everything is swirling within me
I will sing it sweetly in your ear

If you have a quatrain to add
Believe me friend
You have my complete attention
Now is your chance
Hit me

Here is what it sings now

Do not detach or attach
Engage
Always be quick with a praise
When you see that one off by themselves
Seek them out
Be generous with every bit of you
Forgive quickly
When you want to pull away
Go all in
In the darkest night
You will have a Light
Truth is free
Separation is not real
Know yourself in everything
Live life
Be water
Flow into All
Move anywhere
At any moment
Sing from your heart
Stand naked in front of all
Let it go
You can’t
So don’t
Always stand up for the weak
Hold nothing back for the return
You are life itself

The Tao of Hubble

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Image – omega and Hubble – The Tao of Hubble

Way of The Fool

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Wandering in the desert
Wise as serpents
Gentle as doves
Clever and quick
Smart and sharp
Bubbling creation
Seeing around the corner
Holding the line
To the Golden future
Non-linear
Spooky action
Here then not
Fear and impurities
Dross removed
Loving All
Light shining
Nothing can stand
Before our Song
Endymion rises
Hear the song
No teachers needed
Learn

The Way of The Fool

Ancient Fear

watcher

I have an itch in the back of my skull

that this is a fight to the end

that everyone is wrong

All of them

Even the One

It’s everyTHING for itself

Please for the Love of All prove me wrong

Breath

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I try to catch my breath
It slips through my fingers
There is no stopping
Only rising and falling
There is only The Breath

Image – Altarpiece of Jacques de Baerze, detail of `The Divine Breath’