Into the Stars


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Into the Stars

An everywhere of silver

An everywhere of love

That’s what life is, in essence

A unity of being and becoming

Until I becomes we

And we becomes us

With breath to track the land

And a heart to hold the sky

And morning lit with a bud

Of breaking sunlight in the eyes

An everywhere of gold

An everywhere of eyes

That’s what life is, the melody

Of a trillion echoes of lives

A unity of hope

Until diversity revolts

We are splinter colonies

Lifting our little girls to the stars.

Mystic Garden #Quote #Poetry


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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.

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves


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I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

And still, after all this time
The skies are free
And stars light up the sky

For the eyes of our descendants
Run my dear, for anything
Is better than to live
In the past, I’d prefer to

Leap into the spring of futures
Where your precious
Budding wings strengthen
My resolve to become

A better person, day after day
Month after month, I have
So much to learn, still
More to give, I know

There is a love in me
To lighten up the whole sky
The saint knows the path
Is a game with God

The mystic feels the flood
Even in tripping over joys
In the torment of the doom
Of the worst days,

And still, after all this time
The blooms are real flowers
And my eyes smile at delight
That fantastic mood of
The Beloved, being everywhere.

time of revelation


Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
~ Aristotle

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Give me not translations
of what all the mystics sought
creation forgotten
creator only felt

attention turned inward
in love with the Beloved alone
don’t call it God
call it supreme nature

that everyone possesses
that can possess everyone
if they only knew
how to surrender to its

sum of perfection
to its righteous unity
give me not translations
of what the rishi or the saint

might have thought they had
creation found
creator born anew
o tender burn!

o burning caress!
that renders all debts paid
that makes karma holy
and time sacred

amen, whose splendor
is for living fire
warm and to enlighten
playful, to win my love!

FATE OF HUMANITY


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Beloved, how am I to say?
How should the soul fly
Or find wings, for this heart’s powerful memories
That Love might win out over time
And sea not be ruined by our cities

Beloved, I have stood
For the duration of many suns
But nobody is saved from impermanence
So what heroism of gratitude
Can repay the service of this life given to me?

I have blossomed and found peace
Like a flower in full bloom
Thrived in this world of dreary separation
Starved for union, to things beyond this world
How shall the soul take wings?

You have the grace of answer
I’ve not the memory to wait all eternity
For one day the sun should wander
Outside of her limits, and the sky grow dark
Beloved, did not the Prophet travel?

From planet to planet, until all worlds
Found their equivalent to pure gold
Truth, justice, equality and shared wealth.

Psalm 11


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In the Universe I put my trust
How say ye my Soul, for freedom?
Flee as a bird to the highest mountain?
For, lo, the sunshine bends her brow to me
She makes ready the world for tomorrow
Nature is my holy temple, her throne
Are the lights of the night’s sky
Her Grace are the galactic signs
The Lord of Love blesses the righteous
For delight brings favors to those that follow
Their rightful bliss, not for profit but for
The portion of their spirit’s need
Not in the blind faith of men, but in
Their inner power given at birth
The golden immense sign of their genius
Their Godhead, whatever it may be
Praise that, and you praise your true nature
In the Cosmos I put my trust
Not for idols, tradition, authority, or previous masters
But for all that may come to pass
To those with the courage to look forwards.

Treatise on Surrender to the Future


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My Beloved,
I came into the world
With empty hands,
Unaware of what treasures

I might find here –
I cam from God
The Eternal Dreamer
Ready to know my Immortal Lover

She was the happiness-gift
Of a devotion I valued most
She was the bliss-spark
Of a surrender I happened upon

Naturally, as naturally
As I was born to live and die –
My Beloved,
My minds wants to invent

A new God, with pretty new doctrines
But my heart wants to discover
Something eternal, untarnished
By bloody histories, civil unrest

My dear Nature,
Please warm me before
Evolution finds my kind extinct
My gratitude-heart,

Can only bare so much
And I feel your heart
Even in the carelessness of all
We have done, all we do

The miracle of my chase with God
Can only end in the realization
Of your secret wishes
In my descendants.

Love-Travel


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Make my body, your personal
Pomegranate fragrances, stamp me with
Kisses of meaning, leave no scent
.
)
But your inscriptions of spice, Romance
As spoiled as lyrical Sundays, vineyards
Of affection, where we revel in each other
>
.
Keep my mouth, cinnamon & pineapple
Close to your nipple, close to your sweet voice
Where I can hear and taste your
.
)
Excavations of Beloved tyranny, Syrup joys
That glance down the crying Theatres of Bliss
That is ours like, hours stamped with our Genius
>
.
In the happy Journal of our fractal predictions
We friend-touch each other violating aches and years
Of loneliness, where nothing was whispered from the garden
.
)
Of Legendary mortality, dream-state aqua-drums of the dance
Make my body, your weight of maddest hopes
Embraces of permanence, leave no mood unturned
>
.
No pollen of the Brain left filtered, but brine me Thy
One True Self, that I might adore your singularities
As if they were a part of my own native Revelations
.
)
Our souls will join upon these fallen Leaves
And I shall kneel with a handkerchief to clean the dirt
From the dirty Sun of our loveless travels, breathless with age.

With the Language of the Birds


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There is an order of love
That knows no boundaries
It’s the serving that affirms existence

It’s being out of the senses
With gratitude, conversing with compassion
Where devotion is sustenance

And the Beloved is formless, and thus
Present at all peculiar times
The sagest source of moments

I’m half heart, and spirit
I’m half clay, and water
I met the Beloved last night

In an open field of dream
I was told to live like a drunken gypsy
That my true income was measured in Bliss

So I wobbled left and bobbled right
Not knowing how to do it
Until I let myself go a little mad
To live among strangers & lovers.