Out of the night that covers us

Pleasing Instinct

Out of the night that covers us
There is a pleasure in mingling minds
That is more erotic than the unconquerable
Soul we share, engendered brain

I have not shuddered warmth, only happy tears
My head is a paradise full of neuron
Yearning to touch dendrite

Memory yearning to be extinguished
In the intelligence of another
And that, is the menace of years
That it’s so rare to find a kindred spirit

To entertain our highest parts
And to be a captain of enigmatic parts
To surprise, to withstand quirks

And add to the fuel of the clutch of circumstance
If you are the one I am lit for
Than I am a light or the oldest rods
And you are the serpent of my most

Erotic dreams, where we linger
Soul to soul, with body only as conclusion
Where I’d kiss your ankles to the wind

And retreat for clothes that serve no purpose
Between such natural intimacy as you and me.

I Like to Feel our Spine as One

I Like to Feel our Spine as One

Lady, if I could touch you with my mind
I’d paint you alive and shyly wanting
You would be long of soul
With eyes hard as love on fire
You’d wear silence as a dress

And nothing else, and hope for a shocking smile
Of the parted lips of time
Lady, If I could touch your spark
I’d be the warm glow of a tickling ache
That does not abate, but steadies with warmth

Gushing the garden-wall with after-thoughts
Or roses and our faces kissed
By the longing of impatience on the edge
Of passion so subtle it would be torture to endure
Lady, if only you knew the shadows

The clean dreams of love before we are doing to die
The galleries of faith where a woman
Can save, and these moments can empower
The sharing unity against all the futility
It’s quite a new thing for me
To have a body next to your body

To respond in your tangents of possibility
And shocking fuzz of parting flesh
Whose love crumbs are spiritual signs
And stroking cries break my self-limitations.

Lady, if I could touch you with my mind
I’d paint you alive and shyly wanting
You would be long of soul
With eyes hard as love on fire
You’d wear silence as a dress

And nothing else, and hope for a shocking smile
Of the parted lips of time
Lady, If I could touch your spark
I’d be the warm glow of a tickling ache
That does not abate, but steadies with warmth

Gushing the garden-wall with after-thoughts
Or roses and our faces kissed
By the longing of impatience on the edge
Of passion so subtle it would be torture to endure
Lady, if only you knew the shadows

The clean dreams of love before we are doing to die
The galleries of faith where a woman
Can save, and these moments can empower
The sharing unity against all the futility
It’s quite a new thing for me
To have a body next to your body

To respond in your tangents of possibility
And shocking fuzz of parting flesh
Whose love crumbs are spiritual signs
And stroking cries break my self-limitations.

Whatever happens with us

The Eros in Altruism

Whatever happens with us
Would it be a mistaken point in my brain
That is aroused by your intelligence?
Could you forgive the delicacy

Of my predicament that searches
For memories of you in foreign faces
Your strong tongue that reaches
Into the everywhere of me?

Whatever happens between us
Don’t take it the wrong way
If I imagine blooming in the
Rose-wet cave of our happiness

How your love for travel might end up
In the innocent wisdom of our love-making
Reaching where I had been waiting
For years for you, half-curled in wonder

Whatever happens with us
In the seduction of a thousand moments
Of mistaken identity, mixed karma
Primitive needs washed by the suns

Firm protective bathing in soul-stuff
Would it be mistaken alliance
Of oxytocin to be melted in your mouth
Your mouth of too much kindness

Your body of too much giving
Your breasts that are mother and friend
To this lonely world, I should not be aroused.

confessions of an introvert

Disclosure of endless rest

Being a lifelong listener
What if you were able to elicit self-disclosure
Would I tremble or be storm-troubled?

Unable to stop the froth of karma
The inner-dialogue of intimacy unmet
Or would I see Heaven’s glories shine
In a moment of spectacular ease
And want to make love with the spring

In my soul’s bare naked offering?
Being a lifelong listener
Spending a lifetime asking questions

What if you asked me questions and
Moved men’s hearts with just a whisper?
Would I become more anchored
In my own immortality and spendthrift
In this mortal infinity, these animated hours

Of where suns and universes continue to fount
And words create an art of being together
That can barely articulate or speak

Would God herself come to pass
In a woman’s not-lonely equanimity?
That I might gasp, and throb and sing
With nothing but my fragile frame at midnight
Being a listener, would I hear you over seas?

the transpersonal we

Reverberations of the reincarnation of a Mayan priestess

I am a transpersonal “I” and we are
A transpersonal rapture of we
I think you can identify with our unity
Individuated to the best expression of ourselves

They say one of the heroic acts
Of knowing oneself/ourselves
Is to find people who bring
Out the best in us, that’s my joy

In your presence, making us
Fall in love with our higher self all over again
Could it be that we are all triggers
In each other’s lives?

Bringing the keys to success and happiness?
Releasing mutations and neurotransmitters
Not just dopamine or oxytocin
But the strangest combinations of

Neuro-biological states and accessing
The pineal gland, destined for another
Person to open us up like a chakra-flower
I am a spirit having a human experience

And you alter my biochemistry
With your Di-methyl Tryptamine rejoicing
How peculiar is the seat of the soul
When two flowers grow preciously near.

Dream Songs (Sydney Edition)

Dream Songs (Sydney Edition)

If you were to write a dream song
Of our journey, your ideal life & occupation
Where would you be standing?

Who would be witnessing your life?
Would you have a daughter
And what would be your horizons?

And in the inner resources
Of your destiny, how would you
Drag authenticity out of the labour
We ourselves who flash and yearn

To be other than the roles we play
We’ve taken upon ourselves to survive
While forgetting how to
Recreate ourselves sand thrive

We were once so keen to self-actualize
But youth, like a valiant piece of art
Is sometimes forgotten in the
Great literature of the struggle

Of our personal narrative
It does not mean we no longer dream
But don’t revisit the old dreams
Maybe it’s time to create new dreams
From the plights & gripes of fate

To churn the alchemy (repeatedly)
To ever confess new boundaries
Of what we allow ourselves to attain.

T r a n s f i g u r e P o e t r y

T r a n s f i g u r e P o e t r y

Have you ever
Loved something so terribly much
It spilled into everything else?
That’s how falling in life feels like

It’s a wide-open
Mountain
Stars
Eyes in the
Open
That does you in, and rain-drops

Each making points of elegant silence in the night
Etching lifetimes of love over your subconscious

Have you ever
Loved someone so terribly much
It made you love life, permanently?

What’s heaped too with highs
Halls, bliss, open empty spaces
Of pure possibility, paired to reinforces
That were rainbow mantras

I may live on until
I long for a time

When everyone is happy
Forever in empathy, compassion, gratitude
That life’s unity might come
To a more powerful fruition.

(metaphor for thriving)

Meanings and Musings

Each of us pursues his trade
Some of us, we hold a spark
For a whole life of fancy on the hunt
For learning ardent and inner-life prosperity

Among my books of study
And favourite people and gratitude
I myself became the mouse
To life the cat whom I admired

And I smiled before being eaten
For I enjoyed the running and all the play
I turn mine squeal unto destiny
And care not if I was a good or bad mouse

For what we lived was our symbol
And I ask no greater comfort then
To be content with my own merit
For there are riches in poverty

And there is learning in ambiguity
And trust in anonymity
Like some difficult and handsome problem
Of living, we must each craft

Our favourite solutions, temporary
Until our cat gets us.

(lessons in Cognitive ecstasy)

Lullaby of a Lifetime of Living Bliss
(lessons in Cognitive ecstasy)

There is a cognitive brilliance in
Thought’s end at the edges of beauty
How the last colors spilled
In the pale air, the color of light
That drink o traitorous beauty

Again and again, so intimate
Like the breath of a woman
We knew that never seemed present

Only just around the corner, so
Indefinably alien and inalterable
The one our body and soul pitted
Time and space against, rubbing
For quantum moments in quiet nothingness

“Be self no more against the flooding dark”
Women whispered to themselves to be strong
But I felt the stars and worlds come alive

In the presence of women, like following my bliss
To the ends of the Earth, where would I arrive?
In the heritage of green that was once
An everywhere, that became a nowhere
There is a spiritual ‘must’ in

Thought’s end at the edges of silence
Where the spirit goes because it must
Like something homeless in the night

“Though but the world they say is mine”
Says the woman to herself, after becoming a mother
How the last colors spilled
In the pale golden air, the color of milk
Spilled like a last majority of bliss attained

That made the dust and journey seem to shiver
And how at our roots the violet seemed to burn
And love, how it was more thick

With stars than the fields with dew
And we felt the hours hold their summer-breath
For the sleepy fever of incredible joys.