And then
Her magesty
Ripped me from my thoughts
And smashed me into her womb
Of love
With emerald green spires
pine boughs glimmering
In the late morning rays
Of God’s smile
Climbing golden staircases
Mountains made of alien
Light
Foreign
Yet so home
At once
Youthful eyes
And a thousand watt smile
A gaze that could pierce
Any veil of mystery
With loving
With knowing
The knowledge that galaxies
Have in their spinning
Momentum
Carried upon its own accord
Centrifugal spirals
Of love folding
Upon itself
Embracing you
Embracing me
Embracing us
With its everything
A Thousand watt Smile
Glimmering
From deep within
Yet,
I digress again
And again
On the
Surface of this infinite ocean of thought
A blue whale’s
Breech
Upon distant oceans of lost
And found
Time
Shimmering symbols
Dancing with the moon
Dancing with each other
Just Spinning tops on a glass table
Spinning tops dancing across time
Stories woven of quantum threads
Just tiny delicate stories
Woven upon silver threads
Of mystery
Made so real
When I
Reach out
And
Find
Your warm hand
In mine
What indigo pearl tears have I
In these bellows lungs?
Are they not sweet rain
Formed lovingly
By my internal
Storm clouds?
Ready to nourish
The fertile soil
To make it black again
Fragrant with newness
So that beauty may flourish
In ever evolving
Landscapes
Of emerald green
Eye-splitting delight.
What mossy rocks
Are ready to shine
Dappled with dew
Welcoming this elixir
Of life?
And golden finches
Dancing
In my
Indigo pearl
Tears
And
What rivers
Thirst
For my contribution?
This steeply terrained
Carefully navigated
Tributary of love
Pulled effortlessly
By magnetic
Gravity
I want to wrap you up
In names and symbols
So my humanity
Can feel safe
I want to wrap you up
And capture your essence
Bottled in canvas jars
Forever
If only
Forever existed
Wisdom….
Grandfatherly eyes
Shinning kindly
Behind curtain lids
of restful peace
Wisdom...
The fractal patterns in Dhalia bloom
mycelium under the surface mushroom
Wisdom….
Absence of seeing
Yet knowing.
Wisdom....
Come……
Take my hand
Let me show you
My human ways
To behold
You
In your God-light
Wisdom...
Let go of what you think
You know.
And perceive
Wisdom....
That
which was named
now felt
Some days
When I wake
The beauty
Shatters my eyes
Crystal balls
Bursting into Ten Thousand
Fragments
Of ecstasy
And in my Blindness
I am overcome
With such
Indescribable
joy
To be given
The gift
Of perception
Rather than
Sight
today
is one
of
these days
When I saw
Those thoughts
Surrounding this
Mystery
I got caught
In analysis
Instead of
Just letting them
Be
Oh, so peacefully.
Why did I hold them tight?
Wrestling badgers in the night?
Thought monsters
With fangs and slobber
Big Clubs
Waiting to clobber
How is it
I let them live?
What food did they eat
That I continued to give?
How i delight
In these
Insights
Of blue light
Radiant and pure
Shining from my Temple to your
Sparkling beach of glory
May we all be so fortunate to
Experience
Bliss
Crafted from infolding thoughtscapes
Of unimaginable beauty
I choose this dream
Yes
There are offers
To join others
I choose this dream
My own crafted reality
Dolphins swimming thru clouds
And my heart singing aloud
I choose this dream
You care to join?
I’d like your company
If you have the courage
To dream yours
Aligned with heart
And in accord
With your own part
In the cosmic dance
Of mystery and place
Where we can be cats
In the rat race
I choose this dream
Do you choose too?
Rooms without walls
Golden shimmering Light
A house suited just for you.
When I wake, every night
As I lay my head down to say
I love you
Pillow talk to this dream’s blessed space
I give thanks to God for its grace
I choose this dream
Thank you
For your part
May these symbols of transference
Delight
Your heart
The stardust in our eyes
Gets drunk
I’m sure
Because it throws itself
Wildly
Against our curtain lids
Bursting
To dance
To spin
And be spun
Twist turn and fumble
It’s way towards
Certain Ecstatic
Firefly blinking
Bliss
Will this sweat
Purify my being
Watering thoughts
Like little seedlings?
Till
Days are young again
Rest in knowing
You are complete
For
Time still cycles
Singing her merry tune
Of this and that
If that and this
She swings from left to right
Holding night like a knife
Cutting this way and that
With a rat-a-tat-tat
Her blade is razor sharp
So be alert
And let your fingers guide her
Lest you become hurt
And
She will mend
All you think you’ve lost
Upon the springtime of your grace
Yes, you will see daylight
healing does take place
She walks on water
Resting hands gently
Upon moonbeams
Refracted
Shifting
Between here and there
Now and then
She splits atoms
Across chasms of consciousness
Letting Divine play
Upon her curious quirky brow
She let’s wonder
Take her away to distant worlds
Where matter and time
Are one
And thoughtscapes
Are the language of Gods
Curious architecture she is
Walking on liquid thought
The most fluid linguist I’ve met
Dipping toes
Into rippling pools of moonbeams
Dancing across her words
A painters brush
Stroking ecstasy
In symbols
Of light
An artist’s hands
Stained with wrinkles
Crafted with crafting
Her own memories
Etched upon molten clay
Artists veins
Popping blue
Eager to write
To run free
Amongst mysteries of
Knowing and unknowing
Artists hands
Delicate and fierce
Ravaging and subtle
Laser beams of love
Wrapping Light with Light
And time with stardust
Artists hands
Celebrating all that is
Was, and is on its way
Creating Beauty
And tearing it down
To craft
Again
Artists hands
Their story scripted
Engraved in cuts, scrapes
Palms leathery with delight
Fingertips sensitive rays
Of light
Artists hands
I hold in mine
Enjoying every pulsing
Slice
Of precious time
Old woman died yesterday
Her silver hair done up in a bun
So pretty she was
Remembering her youth
Radiant and glorious
She looked back
At her time
Well squandered
Making forts in the forrest
Playing with friends
Singing to her babies
And then her baby’s babies
Playing ring around
She smiled ear to precious ear
An upward curve challenging the moon
For its beauty
She rests now
With that same smile
Drawn lovingly across her time-crafted face
In her final strong breaths
She gracefully remembered
Her golden life
Lovingly
And what is it to remember
She said
But to see the spring flowers
In my rose garden
Bloom
All year round
Please hold me
Softly
In your arms
Rock me
As a small child
Safe
And
Warm
I dive deeply
into your heart
and come up
breathing
the love
we shared
alchemical thoughts
resting
closely
upon
my own
breast
now.
Expose Me
Take me to
your leader
And show them my
Colors
I want to share
With them
Vulnerability
Powerfully
Aware
Of
Our mutual
presence
Expose me
Under your Floodlights
Of thought
I’d like to show
You
Another way
To be present
In harmony
With Dao
Expose me
Strip me to my skin
Let me stand
naked
And so shall we begin
I have learned
To love
Myself
Which means
I have learned
To love
You
Expose me
And let us play
For when this Light
Within
Shines
All is glorious
Every
Single
Day
And
What if
It were easy
To feel these feet
To
rest
Complete
What if
breath
Full and golden
Came easily
As thought petals
Unfolding
What if these souls
Combined
to
Touch
Earthly held
Embraced and loved
What then
Would serve me well
Perhaps invest
In casting
Another spell?
Of joy and love
That
others may feel
The same soul quenching
Embracing heel
Touching earth
Her supporting all
And what if I
Could rest
In this natural
Form of
light
Bones to skin
A puddle of delight
Oceanic thought forms
Just one more drop
Of consciousness
Exploring itself
And where words
Fail
To meet you
To meet me
There
Breathe
Sense
Be
Create
Expand
For all presence
Is
Ultimately
Fair
Did you paint me?
I thought you might have
Brought me to your doorstep
Glittering alms for poor souls
Did you paint me?
Welcoming my entrance into your life
A blessing in companionship
A humble powerful wife
Did you paint me?
Am I the colors you chose
Arranged in swirls and dashes
Satin covered clothes
Did you paint me?
Upon your mind’s canvas of light
Sparkling dancing
And holding you tight
Did you paint me?
Fierce ready and raw
A tiger in pillowed bed
That tender lover you saw
Did you paint me?
Sweet, fleshy and soft
Golden light intensely all around
Pleasure in union here and aloft
Did you paint
These dreams of yours
Or,
Did we paint them
Together
Upon our distant shores
And, Did I paint you
Upon my own brow
I think it’s possible
Somehow, somehow...