Human extinction event

My love, my heart can take on any form
I am the lover and I am the Spring
A meadow where gazelles once grazed
Is engraved in my spirit’s sacred grounds

Where I write to you of lost idols
And the future, a future that is fluid
Like the scrolls of the alchemy of
Supercomputers and advanced civilizations

We are young, our creed of love is forgetful
Perhaps it is, that we have not
Yet tasted enough adversity as a species
As a planet, though there is this

Great extinction event, we are the destroyers
Of vertebrates, of biodiversity and yet
Each person is orientated to quest
For her or his personal abode of meaning

And authority, the intermediaries might be
Delinquently biological or revelations of ideas
My love, my heart can take on the form
Of a mother or a scientist, but we are

Just a Sea of nature and identity is fluid
Can you see and feel this dear?

All else is poor translation

All else is poor translation

What you seek is seeking you
So be in gratitude and find
Life’s opulence like a cascade
Of open doors, and above all
Give your heart to the world
So you can feel a part of this Earth
Don’t grieve, but learn to celebrate
In every error, at every step of tragedy
Illuminate the hours and remember
How blind you were, how filled with acceptance
You have become, a maturity of meeting
The world half way, that’s fate
What you seek is seeking you
Sell your cleverness to buy simplicity
Buy simplicity and forget yourself
Forget yourself and learn
Love and truth are but poor translations
Learn the joy of absolute silence.

Mystic Garden #Quote #Poetry

Deeper than me that almost no one knows

The Universe feels
From distances and echoed times
Behold love, in the heart of everyone

An undivided wisdom of a trillion beings
Melted in Love’s own fire
Our spirits flow
Glamor of the rose

Heights of the Heavens
Tremendous opportunity of the cosmos
I feel the source run through me

Wonder-breathing flowers
Gratitude-thinking sun
And all the spirit’s weak lyric repose
And all flavours of mortality

Perfume of the petals of spring
And all the secrets the stars disclose
To galaxy and brethren

In the unaccomplished aeons
My descendants will find a way
To build a love that can endure.

As the Sun Sings along the Navels of Prophets

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But now he sleeps without end
His potential buried forever
Now the moss and the grass
Flowers the dreams of what

His life would have been
Better maybe than some fates
The dew will simply blanket
Darkness, his soul will retreat

Maybe one day to take form again
And he will seek a confident profile
And his goal will bewilder him
And his beautiful body will carry

The tiger-thirst of the multitudes
And he will play his role
Below the stars like an actor
And the horse-clouds will see him

And the groups of silence
In the corners of the Earth
Will whisper of him
Like Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus

Or Kalki whoever, it goes on
A lament for what a man stood for
A symbol for what truths can mean
Across generations; a philosopher,

A poet, a prophet, an innovator
Because, tomorrow’s love does not wait
Evolution does not falter
Her veins of coral are never mute
But flow with the pride of genius itself.

Visionary Moment

We were enclosed by
Synchronicity, an hour
Of tremendous divinity

And I forgot myself there
As if forever, as if I never existed
And it was luminous

I existed there without self
We were as if an entire plant
The universe was an organism

And light left us blessedness
In all directions, like fish
In a nourishing sea

And my petals were parts of you
And your scent was a part of me
And I was wholly consumed

In grace, with cheeks of the sun
Pale as a transparent bud
My heart was divine light

Where I did not seek to understand
But lost myself in beloved infinite identity
And to you, I had only tenderness.

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Lush

Lush

I had the courage to
Let go of thoughts
And found myself living in Silence

There highest knowledge
Was unbounded like a gold
Center of the void
Delimited by duality
I could see the unity-sphere

And I had the experience
Of nearness to emptiness
Tao is the source of these

Of unity, silence, emptiness
And I felt a sweet surrender
Letting go of what I wanted
Letting go of what I had planned
For something about the universe

That attracted me to living
In the moment, looking at
A flock of birds, or reading
The poem of the world
In fullness to myself
Reverberating with everything.

A Gift of God

Mother of my Angels
Master and spouse of my
Soul’s bread and water

Come to me, in simple purity
All that I am is yours
My possessions mean nothing
To me, my ownership is not
Something I value, I seek

The universal frenzy of thy bliss
And peace beyond the goodwill
Or ill will of men, their politics

I tire of their customs of ignorance
Let my cavalry be a spiritual vocabulary
The last touch of prayer before
The world changes, as I change
Along with the world, as is

My divine inheritance of this world
Of poverty, these heart-broken people
Their sadness is my sadness, but

My compassion, will it ever reach
Its perfect age? Will I ever know
The fulfillment of my empathy?
Or shall I be as a secret friend to life
Who gave to life only secret signs

And hidden signals? Who will know
My face that lived for the Will of God
The faith of each one’s true experience?

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These Years of Embryonic Spirituality

How beautiful is the vision
God is light, nature is divinity
So respect what is given in this world
The spiritual essence of

Biological and artificial things
Gem of our eternal beauty
Mirrors of the cosmos-soul

Splendor point of our familiar
Lives, these words fail but
Our hearts can still heal the world
Love is an eternal being

Perfect and free, that goes from
Person to person, in our racing lives
To describe what I have seen

Cannot be done, only by giving in
To the universal love possessed
In each one’s soul can it be shown
How beautiful is the vision

The Holy Spirit that does not require
Dogma, prejudice, judgement,
Not even scripture, or authority

Life is an immeasurable distance
An intuitive unity of person and people
Observer and event, subject and object
Do not try too hard to be impressive

But let your inner humility shine through
The whole universe is supporting you
To be simple, and simply yourself

Father, son and holy spirit
Mind, heart and will to do good.

Nature is the greatest mystic

They say Nature is the greatest mystic
She doesn’t know how to pretend
She simply is, and does

What was intended
Following her nature fully
Without doubt or misgivings
That is why I love
The quiet of the mountains

And the rebirth of the oceans
I enjoy the purity of water
I take pleasure in mountains, streams

To sharpen my spirit by solitude
But to mate and care for other animals
Is a kind of nature too
The stones in the water would not disagree
The upper worlds and the lower worlds

Need to hold hands together sometimes
For a harmony to arrive
I don’t know whether I’m

On my way or finally at home
But it’s peaceful here
Watching the eyes of children
Observing the flocks of birds
The green mountains have

Turned yellow so many times
Who am I to judge what is nature
The machines we made
Are born of our evolutionary-force
All intelligence is natural then.

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lineage of non-duality

Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.
~ Saint Teresa of Avila

on the terrace of immortals
i am laughing at mortality
I climb straight to silence

where there is no ambiguity
my eyes are like jade cubes of ice
they smile into the wind
and tear at the rainy sun

through favor or disfavor
I pay no mind at all….
in poverty or solitude

through the dreams of living
be filled with uncertainty and doubt
i speak the original language
of waiting without thinking

of loving without seizing
taking a page out of Wu Cailan’s
indifference, i find the shinning moonlight

is whiter than long ago
what’s the use of contending?
with grief or disgrace?
to both I can aptly respond

only light resides in the
city of the mind, in the
distance of the heart

that knows no separation
between places, centuries, entities
we drift happily like the clouds
our lives turn like the leaves.

redeemer divinity sweet

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
~ Walt Whitman

divinity is not a language
of the mind, but a gift
that resides in the heart

from the Universe to all
and a new music there
and a serene vision that excels
an undying faith that

loves inner beauty easily
and observes time’s children
with a kind of equality

divinity is not a skill
that can be used, or hoarded
it’s in the fields, and the air
its sphere is the light

that bathes all the stars
its atoms mix the purest joy
with all existence, behind the pain

an essential delight of experience
that no creatures can hide for long
of splendid origin, and new light
in hands of god, in kisses from the Earth

divinity leaves a trace and it says:
‘you’re saved, you called me,
you made me, body, life and soul’

echoes from Assisi

heavenly spouse, that blesses all things
how you have loved me, that I am chaste
how you have touched me

that I am now pure
your power whose miracles
worked gratitude and forgiveness in me
Until your abundance became

fortified compassion in all my words
how your appearance in the world
jumps out at me now

in whose embrace I am caught
like a rapture from a divinity
leaning on me with strange music
arriving to my eyes like sparkling gems

in the blossoms of springtime
I see new lives and recognize their holiness
a sign of your holiness, everywhere

sacred in the bright humility
of a saint’s tongue or an angel’s smile
on a path of simple happiness
I have forgotten what I once sought

that was not you, most high
the pursuit of perfection is now
the seduction of Lords and Goddesses

each laughs to dissuade me from believing
that the secret of existence
could be so simple
I who once ran after you

hoping for but one whiff
of your fragrance of treasured bliss
now it is with me every day.

I name them here

love has seven names
do you know what they are?
brightness, flame, melting

transformation, sunshine, shine
Light, that final healing
that is the end and is the beginning
these are the warmth of heart-strings

where the soul may rest in
clearest water, purity of unity
truth that is not true or false

but simply is as an extension
of love that has seven names
love appears day after day
not requiring scripture or even faith

love is wise enough in nature
to survive indefinitely, with or without you
her signs fall down from the fusion

of peculiar and eccentric evolution
crossing divinities of perspective
of virtue and the flesh’s form
love has seven names

her gifts are never-ending
like sublime coal that burns a lifetime
for an intimacy that God can give

for our intimate souls that long
more strongly with a mystical heat
that is a spiritual substance
whose radiance is a kind of love

we are both seized by the same heat
and coming like a breeze, or laughter
we both pause, and do the same thing

as all love is identical
think about it, it’s all the same
What comes behind the sweetness
of a name? love has seven names

nothing but wounds and kisses
year after year, again and again.

after taking vows of poverty

All miracles are too small
when God holds me tightly
i become so vast, and see through
so many eyes, in the uncentered will
of created things, billions of worlds
tremble in my heart beat

all things are too small
to hold me then, not this body
not this personality, not this fate
or these lifetimes of dream
we’ve living miracles in
an uncertain world, just to survive

when i touch the infinite
it undoes me, and I become
a bit a part of everything else
that’s when I know, I am nothing
everything else is too narrow
not language, not experience, nothing

can replace the reach of uncreated things
whose intelligence is everywhere
whose search is always over
because it is found, by itself
in every act, in every breath, every prayer
of any creature, in any corner

of the universe, you know this well
you are also there, you also feel
all things, behind your senses.

God is a She

I first saw God at the age of four
she was everywhere, in everything
like a scar of beauty in the depths
hanging on each leaf, like a bud

the cheeks of the sun were pale before Her
and the earth acted shy for her Will
consumed in her grace, I was in awe
of how divine light entered my heart

from where she was, i understood
what adults did not, through indeed
I was in a was destined to forget
just how many times faith can flicker

and just how easily God consumes us
in her grace, from some beloved finite
moment of tenderness, expanding
to all moments, until all is a meditation

with her bliss, that is when
time ends in vulnerability, and I laughed
“I won’t take no for an answer, sweet God”
I’ve been looking for you, for your lifetimes

vulnerable like an infant, tired like an old man
I’ve been holding hands for the moment
like when they kiss sometimes when nobody is watching
the sun and the moon, god and nature

why are they so shy in front of us?
heaven’t we all seen somebody making love?
I’ve seen what I want in heaven’s shop
bought a lifetime of prayer just to feel her gold
I wanted to be a hermit and hear only her hymns.

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MY SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE STANDARD

i

You do not just hold my hand
You hold the affections of my Universe
Without one thing all would be useless
“Oneness”, unity, empathy, connection
Call it what you may, it’s here
After a life of being abandoned

ii

It’s by stealth and fire and trials
That we come to realize
We all belong and are carried eternally
Already you see I have escaped
From you, the drama, the mystery

iii

It’s all gone, I’ve come to an understanding
With the world, with existence
I’m determined to befriend everything
In a platonic ideal beyond appearances
That embraces all creeds, cultures, religions
So called separate divisions, all aliens

iv

You do not just hear my voice
You feel my spirit in my language
And that’s all I can ask for
Without this it would be useless
To attempt to communicate shared meaning.

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BUT COLORLESS

i

You flicker, and I cannot touch you
Or give you a name that holds up
To the touch of Time, it sings
A mouth for Poppies in July
And hands for prayer beneath
August skies, you do me no harm

ii

To believe in God, or something
Like a Universal Spirit that moves
In all things, some soul of energy
You flicker, and I cannot reach you
Cannot tell what is my own or socialized
We are made dull by a consumerist machine

iii

And where are the Real Dreamers now?
You flicker, and I am no longer a mystic
What are these words, these words?
That cannot seem to call you back in my heart
Where was once simplicity and bliss
Without a need to have, to own, to belong.

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A Brief Definition of Longing

My longings died for the youth
beautiful bodies aged and with
roses by the head, jasmine at the feet

time did not save anyone, longing passed
like the words of the dead, who lived
in the presence of sensual pleasures

so fleeting, temporary, the vivid aches
but radiant mornings drove us on
the timid imaginations of a lifetime

in blood flesh and hot striving for survival
exalted young sensualists have to become
something else, mystical longings

that have a difficulty defining the goal
a forbidden ecstasy of meditation otherworldly
where synapse kisses the universe

my longings died past mid-life
the beautiful angels did not age
the spirit would never die

love’s height lifted above a person
we would become separated forever

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Look on that spiritual cheek

I no longer have any idols
Beauty has scattered
Desires have fled

My ascetic’s door has been taken
My prayers no longer have a sutra
My heart no longer has an object

I have forgotten the memory
Of god and the world
I no longer write a poetry of sweetness

Or care to sing of my afflictions
No heart is left in me except
The friend to all the worlds
That seeks to treat each equally.

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Travelers like Rumi

O traveler, if you are in search
Of that which brings bliss
Experience will bring you not to the soul

But mirror neurons grasp like gems
The glistening of energy
pure and simple, listen for the voice

that brought you here, to this world
don’t look outside, look inside –
look inside every face to feel it

look in every country to discover it –
the soul of nations, the art of history
the springtime of the spirit

Is not for lovers, but for lovers of God
that sea which is full of pearls
those stars that are stones of light

like rubies, where the soul is whole
in emptiness and simplicity
O traveler, if you are in search

for that which is the home of unity –
drink water, as the first salt
and kiss your wife, as the setting sun

the proclamation of heaven comes in many forms
do not be afraid to lose anything
when everything can be gained

at the lips and horizons of your soul
it is a fountain made of tender transparency
a soul-force whose cry echoes in all creatures.

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Songs to the Mystic Bride

I long for the bliss of divine union
the unity that washes my brain in delight
it enters me completely and empties me

of little things that I once fret about –
I lived terrible lonely years without That
gazing into darkness, year after year

If ever I am meant to meet you again
I will so fiercely cling to faith in my heart
I will melt into you, and you will lead me

to the fathomless surrender of personality
there, in world-dissolving prostration
I will heal and learn to see illusion & reality

with eyes of rebirth and hope of wise cycles
I long for the bliss of hungry overmind
satisfied oversoul, transcendent and blazing

free of our little cares, there, i will sing for you
Songs of union, before and after despair.

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Voice

Now I feel the leaf of voices
Nothing mightier than the Trees
The sky where no word is spoken
But the speaking of life; sun & earth

O what is it in me that lusts for voice?
Language, the hoping neurons in me –
Now I wish the water of voices
That traces the blood of perfect organs

The soul of ancestry that brought me here
Now I feel the crypt of voices
My temples struck by the depths
All wait for the right voices, for whose melody?

The water follows the moon in my
Ancient feeling, with fluid steps
Forever ready, as if to sing –
The ignorance of words is so so clear

The non-duality from which every utterance follows
Trapped in time, but it is still beautiful
To feel poetry in nature, mysticism in the wind.

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Starlit Hour

This is the hour O Soul
Thy free flight into silence
Wordless bliss of non-duality
Apex of Oneness with all forms
This is the day O Soul
To reach into mysticism like never before

Thy inner sight into omniscience
The day erased of personality
The lessons done, the emerging
Identity of loving all equally
This is the week O Soul
Thy quantum array of transparency

Each cell and atom a divine release
Into the energy of uniform unity
This is the year O Soul
To wake the tenderest art
The meditation without goals
And the prayer without rewards

To freedom from attachment strive
Without striving, all is peace
The last surrender of all plans
The internal life of satchitananda’s poise
This is the hour O Soul
To wordless bliss and loving servitude

Identity of oneness always active
This is the Brahma-lifetime O Spirit
The sweet transcendence of non-identity.

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Everything You Want

The future is a divine necessity
She is ‘whoever brought me here’
She begs us to follow with drunkenness
Of memory, randomness, variables

Beyond our capacity to surrender
The day is coming when I fly off
A soul lost to freedom & silence
I’ll never be completely sober

I have delight built like a place inside of me
I hear Sufi, Taoist, Hindu Bhakit voices
I hear Christian mystics, sacred alters
From other dimensions sip together

In the future that encompasses all answers
It’s not a Heaven or an angel or a language
It’s just the last understanding ‘whoever brought me here’
She begs me to allow new paradigms

That the poetry of my spirit at work
She personifies God’s messages
When I believe only in nothing in the universe
That is as natural as looking for it within yourself.

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Love is Embodiment in its highest dimension

I live to feel the greatest joys
Any lifetime spent without knowing
The bliss of meditation, the purity

Of immersion with the light-body
Is not my destiny, my overwhelming
Birth right, I am matter ennobled

By the nourishing ray, the enlightened spark
I live to feel the breath of love
On my lips, feel it heave in my lungs

Not a reckless love, or a selfish note
But I want to die to self-interest
On the threshold of service

Giving back to the world that gave me
The cause to love God, the divine in us
The love that proceeds to do the highest good

For which I am capable, the wick
Of the flame of all that is bestowed
By some grace that gives and allows
Us a few years on this Planet, humble.

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Mystic Disillusionment

O’ soul, bring wine for mystical devotion
For I am suffering of earthly malady
I have forgotten spiritual things

Bring me the cup of ‘divine nectar’
I am thirsty for Cosmic nature
My speech has become pained

With the burdens of brief-necessity
O’ soul, Beloved, pour me the cup
Of the inner life, that used to suffice

The solace of deeper things, greater truths
For I am impoverished by this world’s harms
The corruption of men and their unnatural orders

O’ soul, bring wine for inner peace and immortal bliss
For these lamentations are like a Buddhist
Or some fool that witnesses too much sin.

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The Last Flight

The bhakti path never ends
Its tenderness watches over you
The ego disappears in surrender
Like it always has, immersed in the other

The mystical ‘other’ who is always there
In a universe of leaping up to
Divine water, ethereal light
The joy of looking for the Beloved
*
In common matter, the fish of time
I know you are ready for the last flight
The spectacle of the world was difficult to find
The Swan will fly away all alone

Back into the Divine, when our life
Span is complete, who shall know
If we are any wiser, any more tender?
The messengers of fate will say

What they will say, and we shall go
According to our doing, our attributes
We are disciples of nature, god, evolution
Who are we to say if we are united or estranged
&
The bhakti path never ends
It stretches on into lifetimes in various forms
Who are we to hope for birth or enlightenment
The Beloved steers us where we are meant to go.

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Communal Sunlit Ethic

Give me Psalms for a life
Well lifted, and gratitude in store
Give me morning embraces of altruism
To make the world a better place!

Give me a life that is real, earnest, positive!
For I am tired of living in fear
If love is not the goal, O’ soul
Tell me what should be your living poetry?

Give me art that is long, harmonious
To cherish the hours that were once our own
In the world’s brief battle field, let us say
That we loved, and fought for her

That the future is simply the recurrent present
And in surrender to the higher joys
We found our place, at the foot of compassion
At the summit of bliss is an acceptance of fate

Give me Sacred Constellation prayers
For minutes that were built with peace
For the living morning of a greater love
By the evening star, by the lighthouse

By the chapel of the heart, by the flight of childhood
Give me row after row of Beloved language
A light to lift my seaside faith
In lyrics of the purity of soul.

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Prayers from the Galactic Center

My lord takes his delight in stars
In the middle regions of the sky
In blessed spirits that mirror light
Radiant with the music of the night

My Queen takes her movement
From the waves, from the rain
Her wondrous effulgence
*
In each of her beloved thoughts
It pours and pours and never ceases
She is nature without judgment
Cycles without wait, nectars of belonging

Vaster than global consciousness
On that shore that is not a city
My lord and my Queen reside in thee
With pure white of white, delight and fire.

Having Crossed Many Rivers

Having crossed the river
Of future to ancient past
Where will you go, O friend?

The world is what it is
There’s no road to tread
But contemporary lives

Life has neither a beginning or an end
To an individual
In a moment there is no time

We only invented ‘time’
To speak of the sky, the river, the boatman
But the truth is we are

The water, will always be the water
In the same ocean
You search for yourself in the world

In vain, having forgotten how to swim
Like an angel, how to surrender like a star-fish.