Hemmed in on one side by the dead and rotting, and on the other by the willfully malevolent, my heart longs for the presence of the Mystic Nightingale of Eternity, the Divine Dove of Paradise.
My flesh tingles with excitement and my limbs quiver with joy at these mere thoughts of Thee!
How miraculous that Thy verses and meanings can lift me up above this debasement to be cheered and crowned with Thine Absolute Truth and Infinite Beauty!
Even this little taste of Thine Ancient Wine is worth all of the work of polishing the cup of my heart.
Just this momentary glimpse of Thy Boundless Majesty is worth all of the years of reflection and pondering upon Thy meanings.
Of course, none of that is necessary for Thee to become known unto whomever Thou pleasest.
But I am grateful for all the steps that I’ve taken prior to these, for these moments are like crowning jewels upon all those others.
These 10,000 steps, or maybe more, that I have walked towards Thee are but a fraction of all those that led me astray.
How shockingly generous art Thou for rewarding every step taken towards Thee, each one counted as three hundred thirty three.
In the scales of Thy Most Glorious Justice, I owe Thee more than I could ever pay in earthly riches, nay more than even the richest man could pay.
Such is Thine Infinite Mercy that I am still a free man, in thought, word, and deed.
All thanks be to Thee, the Infinite, the Eternal, the Most High.
Category Archives: Poetry
Shards of Thy Light
The taste of Thy sweetness is more intoxicating than the most ancient wine.
Thy Spirit permeates every drop of this water of life flowing through my veins.
These arteries pulse with Thy bliss, surge with Thy wonder, flow with Thy grace.
Thy kiss brings me to my feet, to my tip toes, yearning for more, chasing Thy scent through the market of worldly delights, into the meadows of Thy nearness.
Under the moonlight of Thy beauty, evanescent glimmers of Thy oneness shine from the leaves and grasses, united in fractured shards of Thy light, whispering, “Welcome home, My Beloved!”
Time is a fire we burn in
Time is a fire we burn in, we breath it in, soak in it, push it out, work it with our hands, fingers, minds. It flows in streams between our temples, out through our pores, connecting all atoms in a dance of transmission, progression in sequence. Time is a pattern of vibration linking one state of being with another, and another, and another, ever forward, onward, even while shining in reverse. Light connects the forward and the backward in the sequence, lighting up the way, and showing where we’ve been. It’s a neutral party to the endless stepping forward of time, even an enabler, a translator from one state to another, brought on by the flow of heat from hot towards cool, steady state, thermal transfer. This is life, caught in an eddy between the lines in the motion of currents of hot magma, the molten rock of existence.
Sun Setting
A new song: Sun Setting. A spontaneous venturing into reflective thoughts, and longing emotions. Angelica Rockne joined in with some free flow lyrical melodies.
Spring Desires Eternal
I want to see you again.
What should I do about this? What is this power you have to stir up this little vortex of longing within me? I am usually fairly content being alone, all one. But today, there’s this extra pull, a void of sorts, saying, “Where is she? Where is she?” This voice is always here, but yesterday, it was ignorable, and I could go about my business, business as usual. But today, this desire has sprung up, a fresh a seedling, sprouting its arms above the earth, out of the dirt along the path I walk daily. Such a beauty, reaching for the sun with its outstretched green hands, and rooting its grey way into the soil. This desire for life comes suddenly and redefines my experience of this present moment. This desire for existence, for being. This is my raison d’être, my reason for being, free. This IS my being, this fire, this eternal flame.
I perceive this flame is strong in you, fueled by a constant pull of opposites, light of the south, dark of the north, and harmonized by the divine unity present in all of Reality. This is the “chaos maker” that you try to control, to balance. Not too much, but please not too little. It feels so good to let it spin, to unleash it upon the earth, upon the hearts of men, upon the eyes of all beings, even the stones beneath your feet, and the moon above your head. This cosmic dipole embedded within your being, is your being, and must be felt to be believed, and then comes a knowing, deeper than any programmed belief can ever hope to achieve. Feeling this being brings a knowledge of the deepest dark where only the slightest bit of light can reach, and only enough to know, “yes, this is it; this is the reason for being. This IS being.”
When we gazed into each other’s eyes, what did you see? After a little eternity, you suddenly looked into the fire, to your left. Was that in response to a perception of me, a memory, or both, or some other reason to flee? A penny for your thoughts. What is the me of which you see? Did you see through the clouds into the eternity? Did you find that place where the who, the what, the why, the how, and the when all harmonize into one grand symphony? … and continuously sing, “aaahhh, yes! I am me! I am free! I am whom I wish to be! I am here now! I am! I am! I am! Aaaaahhhhh, yaaaaaaaaa!”
I hope so.
So anyway, this is all my way of saying thank you for stirring me up! If I had your number I would call you and say, “please please me and come out and play with me today. It’s a beautiful day to play!”
Purity, Beauty, and Truth
It’s so hard to stay/be pure, so hard to see the reason why to be pure, whatever that even means…
And then the self awareness of one’s own “purity” is as always a self delusion, which the mind is so good at …
But spirit, like Baba Maal’s voice live in Southampton, is a penetrating powerful force like a sword of golden light piercing the darkness of the auditorium.
What do I mean by being pure? Being true to one’s self, remaining one’s true self in the midst of multiplied opportunities for distraction … dissipation … destruction … the “narrow path,” the path of Truth, (and Beauty?) It’s been said that Truth is Beauty, and Beauty is Truth. In pondering this I tread upon a well worn path, in the company of many … and this company is welcome, with joy, in the Truth and the Beauty of the heart. In pursuit of Beauty .. in the Presence of Beauty … to be bathed in Truth internally makes one beautiful on the outside…
The best present is the Present given from one to one other, another, an other one. The Present, as communicated in community, communion, through truth and beauty… yes, these are facts, stated simply, like a bureaucrat stating the regulations, only sweeter, but a bit detached … this voice, this sight .. aloof and yet more personal than any other …
beauty .. truth .. they roll off the mental tongue quite differently – beauty o sweetly, full of Grace, tenderness, warmth, pleasure even. But Truth has a bite, aptly symbolized by the blade, cutting through delusion, illusion, confusion.