The Earth Has No Lovers Left

In the garden of my mind
I hear strains of rare music
It’s not the pungent quotes of the young
It’s something else, like the

Philosophical banter of a true friend
And how unlikely an embrace it is
To listen to that silent music
It’s not like the stroke of birds or cats

Not like the worrisome tone of human beings
It’s evening set in her recurring majesty
That! Never truly gets old somehow
In the garden of her mind I find

The walls of beauty, revealing luxury
But I sit and ask myself how profound
Is it, what is she missing in her cocktail of
Yearning youth and burning ambition

I think she’s missing a spirit, a skirt of soul
I cannot judge, but I suspect she’s dancing
To the beat of the world’s drum, some hyper
Post-modern standard of perfection

It’s the famed and over-used contemporary tango
And it’s the voice that rings out on all sides
But that’s not the beauty I adhere to, nor
The values that secretly quench me

I’m more attracted to an altruism
The way a cat embodies the sun of morning
Stretched out and like a kitten again
Purrs their grey eyes into the distance

Where life is a meditation, and youth is just
One asana, in a long sequence of fire and prayer
There aren’t any lovers left who can save me
I’m on a one way course to divinity

There’s no taxi where I’m going
There’s no snare yet available quite like God
O’ and the universe, if I can’t have love
I’ll drink the Earth into her cosmic underwear.

Dimension of Love Letters

Dimension of Love Letters

You leave me with a poem in my mouth

Stuck like a raspberry burst with the supermind

I have forests around me in your words

Is it okay, if I can love you forever?

Because maybe tomorrow I’ll be

Engraved with the Earth’s hips

Maybe my blood won’t flow the same

And I’ll be singing with no idea

Of how my heart became a planet

That looks so like Earth it’s uncanny

I’ll flock to the back of the room

Where you are speaking and

Listen to your storytelling so that

I might unfold better love letters

In the white space that separates our lives

Like a page full of quantum memories

From another dimension, where we are intimate

Where we are optimistic, moreover

Because we found each other.

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Scarcity of Silences

Silence isn’t depressing
It’s being with yourself, oneself, myself
That’s quality time
I knew it perfectly well

Nature is always present
Like when I used to walk in the woods
I wasn’t alone, I was surrounded
By trees, the forest, the snow melting

There weren’t windows, buildings noise
It was silence glittering and blinking
In terrible moments that were
Beautiful because they felt innate

Flat as a poster I walk this city
Without silence, or a clear mirror
Perhaps without silence, we
Find ourselves wanting everything

And everything we cannot have
I blame too much breeding
As the cause of the scarcity of silence
Dare I say it’s gone extinct?

Poetry takes me back to nature
When all the nature has been stripped
Searched, and taken, sort of how
The world treats a young woman
Who once knew what silence was.

Earth-Love

Earth-Love

Oh what an effort it is
To love you like I do!
Or not effort at all
For love of you

Is simple and clean
It is true, this grief as white
This joy as pure
The air is in my heart

My blood is born of sunlight
My handkerchief made of
Ocean, sound reverberating
In my crown chakra

And my cotton pants
A comfort for the dry and green
Days of gratitude and good weather
The Earth, that’s what I love

Her wonderful sustainability
Her waist is slender and her
Seasons are ever young
A tree, a town, a meadow and birds.

Nature 520:1

For I know the plans I have for you
Said Nature, to the beast
On whatever star, of artificial or organic
Intelligence, your design is place

Where energies collide
Plans to prosper and plans not
To harm you, and your descendants
Will be good and just

Plans to give you hope and a future
Taste and see that Nature is good
Blessed are those who follow her laws
And those who hope in the stars

Will renew their strength and soar
Like miracles from their Earths
They will walk on strange worlds
And not faint, for they will be

Custodians of life, protecting, nurturing
As was their true purpose, as they
Once were by me, Said Nature
As the home star burst forth, a red nothing.

The Last Organism

In the sacred guild of
identity, we are golden
selves moving towards integration
in a cosmos more diverse

than our imaginations
billions of forms of intelligence
all following an order
majestic and grave and

simultaneously in their unity
there is no “I” in the
cell that speaks to the universe
only a persistent “we”

after bullets come spirits
after wars come books
after theater comes dialogue
this world one cell

in a body of many cells
in an organism that we
call the “universe” faster
than the speed of light

how does an universe find
enlightenment, in a sea of light?
When spreading means star-pollen
And time is just a metaphor

For space, and space is just
An expansion of life
So what are we as brains
And bodies and energy

After all, we are natives
of oxygen and light
born on water and breath
speaking the same language

as all living things speak
specters in an evolution
without an end, extinction for us
might mean other forms of

life survive, racing for Earths
giving space for other
creatures to have their turn
in the cycles of dream

in the dirty light we cannot
recycle, in the barren cities
where we ate bread and bred for
a while, until it was our time

to climb back into the source
that all men fall from their
duality, back to some essence
of what they once were;
and again must become.

Story of Nature

The birds kept singing that
The birds had once seen
Flying saucers, though we
Didn’t understand their songs?

Octopi would once inherit
The Earth, after we had passed
It all seemed improbable

But nature had a way of making
Melancholy dreams a reality
If the stars that move together
In some sort of order

Could fly like birds across
The skies, then men could die
Like they had always done

To make way for ocean creatures
Reptiles, intelligent squirrels
Evolution had a way of mocking
Those animals that went extinct

With new varieties, it didn’t matter
That men thought they were special
Or that men were the creators

Of their own ruin, women didn’t
Exist anymore to empathize with them
Men did it to themselves and left
Life to nature’s own wisdom
In truth, the way it had always been.

Link: http://ocean.si.edu/blog/so-you-think-youre-smarter-cephalopod

Pioneer’s Anthem

I touch the leaves on grass
And embrace the wind
It’s change I feel
In my heart, young

As mountains
Old, as the handsome coasts
I’ve been everywhere

And I’m a bit a part
Of everything, the sky
And set sails to the sparkle
Of stars that dawn

On eyes that dance and laugh
I touch the soft hope
Of the future, rich minds

Loving creation the more
Intelligent they become
I love these woods
Where paths are few

The pure planets untouched
Valleys of golden surreal
The positive science of life

Where flesh and appetites
Are natural, where we can
Prosper pale and transparent
I can adapt to anything

Because my soul carries
The Love of Earth
Wherever I may go.

Promises of Earth

There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was

Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive

Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten

Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love

For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that

All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul

That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart

The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.

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The White Sunset

Standing on the tiptoe
of my universe
I found I had

Nothing but love to offer
While the nature of
Anonymous cruel indifference
Can seem unnameably cold
I admired the ability of it

To make us feel free
Insolent as my fate had been
Greener than the word May

The mast of these afternoons
Only beggared for moderation
And that enraptured simplicity
From which I came
That was enough, and so were

The rest of the years that I was given
at the asylum of the eucalypti
I would rest, and it would be
Wondrous and christening
Like a white sunset.

cosmos osmosis

i want to go beyond the ordinary
moments scatter themselves
like a dream that never truly wakes
i have slept the dream of stones
and premonition for the light
the magic reflections that resurrect
i have been endlessly falling

since my own birth, i can hear
whispers from the house of death
where fate and the quest for meaning ends
at least for self, day is an immortality
of many days for living’s other birthplace
everything speaks to the dawns
the pulse of life is an inexpressive presence

which doesn’t need us, not me, not anyone
it just advances and retreats
goes roundabout arriving forever
deep among the dream of years
but doesn’t call time, “time”
time is not relevant to that
invisible flowers become visible

a timeless sun doesn’t care for billions
it only caters for eating an orange of light
enormous, as is the life of constellations.

SPRING FABLE

Berries are sure to redden on
The body of whiteness, entry of Spring
White shadows will collide
Drunk with the juice of Moonlight

Life will explode from the bony Mother
Earth will weep rivers, fountains, lakes
Birds will build fortresses
Time will drag a harmony of balanced ruling

Promising a silence as deep as the source
Buds will drift up the Great goddess stems
Flowers will steer countries to sunsets
Blue water-mists will flash by naked

Startling fishermen, colors will
Taint the margins of everything old
Owls give way to Peacocks
Midnights to quivering fields

Berries are sure to redden
On the fertile mounts of Spring.

Birds of Earth

I listened to the birds
And they spoke to me with counting breaths
With a beat of wings and color’s snare

I felt them disband
Into the caravan of night
I was a part of this
And they, were a part of me

Morning of the birds
And a county of the Spring
Their songs still sing in me

Like ancient figures of speech
Feathers of Earth, dream of eyes
Everything in history is part of us.

After Language

The Definition of Love is That Definition of all You can see it in the Trees In the Analysis of water, space, earth It’s a definition of beauty personified Evolution in nature and mind We play at her game of …

The Last Sunset

After I have reached The West for clothes of new colors I will perhaps know the rows Of ancient trees, like my ancestors I will know the two worlds That separated past and future Sunken to Ocean, lifted to skies …

Jade Dew

Jade dew are my hands
Jade dew are my feet
I walk from Autumn to Winter

Beneath the groves of maple trees
Memories within in the cold
Rivers freeze as waves rise

I am a lonely boat covered by snow
I must keep my heart to evening’s ends
Wuji to meet the night’s sky

Everyday I follow the road
To the Capital, so bleak with tears
That freeze before they hit the ground

Jade dew is my breath
Sad reed flutes in my head
I am a minstrel’s incense and song

Bathed in moonlight of a forgotten hour
This too shall pass, says the inner sage
I wait for quiet morning light

And the floating of forever-green
The coming of spring, when I am not poor
When upon the classics I may rest

In the wealth of the hopeful light
This world’s events seems too bitter
Hurried unlike my peaceful thoughts

I am too civil for civilisation’s unrest
The greed and corruption of the city
Has conquered the west, our palaces

Are now full of noblemen of a savage age
The Jade lake is now no more
Like shifting clouds, all has been changed

Bathed in a sun of dragon scales
The holy face I used to know is gone
Now I count the blue chains of our imprisonment

Pearls on curtains, embroidery on pillows
Tattoos on the poor, this land of emperors
Jade dew is my heart, I am of the server’s class

A peasant sees what others must ignore
I turn my head, sad now for the place of song and dance
That was once my home, I must leave it

Jade dew is my sweat, all waters move
To the same source, like the grandson of fishermen
Dew chills the lotus pond, fish are eaten

Oils are used, gold is hoarded
Beautiful women gathered to be used
I’ve lost the true image of life, growing old

My white head drones and gazes
Jade dew are the low branches, ah fragrant
The surplus is gone, but some things remain.

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Treatise on Sol

I remember the gifts from the Earth
Insensible as golden clay
Delicious as emerald Spring

So we go there, where nothing is waiting
One in five stars has an Earth
But my home is a living ruby

Of humanity’s journey through history
A magical thorn of slow winters
Shadows of silent waters

Bouquets of fields-flowers dancing in the wind
My home is Sol, friendly palace
Of crazy roots, dreaming forests

Intelligent Cities, helpful beings
I remember the gifts from the Earth
Her love that rocked me like

The source of blood and carnations
The rock and salad of my foundations
Yellow moments of beloved Autumns

Everything was so alive there
The fragrant luminous Moon
The sea-circle cluster of buds

And wildlife with the wild speed of whiteness
Wonders soft, as the burning of wood with music
And Beautiful women and children

With new measures like swans and lilies
And crystal computers with the hunger to improve
We sniffed the hot twilight of summers
And craved the savage harvests of the future.

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Treatise on Oneness

Today
I am quietly choosing God’s light
The sunlit path is meant

To illumine me of myself
On meditation-wings
To carry down my own

Heart’s unrelenting purity
Today
God’s forgiveness finds me

No matter where I am
God’s compassion takes me
Where I ought to go

Into your arms, into your mind
With your creativity bright!
Today

I think upon Goddess-power
Her lovely eyes of
Infinity’s satisfaction-smile

She cannot afford to be
As careless with my life
As I am

Today
The new quantum-reality
Is teaching me how to surrender

To its Vision-Light
To its reaches of Supermind
My soul representing

Goddess the Beauty
On earth, with a peace that
Requires no interpretation

And a hope to love the Earth
That needs no explanation
It just is.

Treatise on Silence

Wherefore of one cannot speak
Thereof one must be silent
For silence is listening to the universal

Doing nothing is better than
Being busy doing nothing
Doing nothing is silence of action

Therefore be vulnerable and open
Being open to beauty and bounty everywhere
Therefore be silent and have reverence

It is the space within that makes it useful
There are times when the only correct
Thing to do is to bear out troubles

Until a better day, therefore be patient
As patient as the moon, which does not fight
It attacks no one, it does not worry

It keeps to its natural course and nature
Be as a gentle influence upon others
A subtle light of friendship and hope.

Treatise on Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
It is not just, to be stingy with your spirit!
Think then upon wanton storms

The rim of the sky spoke to you
With her hard crimson sails
Your heart on fire, we’ve all

Seemed to ourselves, as if in a dream
Our lives an accidental guest
If the world were music

How our bodies would brighten up –
My shadow it must then, serve
As the friend I crave, on such nights

Where memory must be slaughtered
For tomorrow’s warmth, with a still
Beating breast, the carnival of life keeps

Still, seeming like someone’s delirium
Or a reflection in somebody else’s mirror
I’ve lived without a name, my destiny

Haunted by incompletion, I’ve been
Touched by grief, as the future that ripens
In the past, I’d rather not recall just now

Forgive me, I’ve managed badly to
Console you, I’ve left only traces
Of myself in songs, Russian can lip these –

The voice so wild and simple
As to be untranslatable into any one tongue
We learned not to meet anymore

Our youthful dreams in starry words
That chill, at the bottom of hope whiter than chalk
Where the rosy limbs of youthful idealism

Must take root in new minds, favourite hours
That are no longer mine, but yours
I will not condemn you to repeat my mistakes

Though you will, without spilling your blood
Too much, you may not know the wild honey
Smells of freedom, or how the dust fled from sunlight

But then again, I do not wish too much
Revolution in your times, or dying friends;
As for me, you will hear thunder and remember these
And think: “she wanted beautiful storms.”

Treatise on God II

Here, bear testimony, you are your own best witness
Do unto others as you
Would have them to do you
Love must be sincere, therefore

Cling to what is good
Be compassionate at all times
Love has no intent to harm
The fulfillment of the law is kindness

Mercy, charity, service, helpfulness
Hope, love and faith together move –
But the greatest of these is love
And Love for God’s work in us

Dear friends, let us love on another
For love comes from God
Everyone who loves has been
Born God and knows God

There is no fear in love, therefore
Perfect love drives out all fear, anxiety
Fear punishes, love gives
Say yes to love, and no to fear

At every juncture of your life
Here, bear testimony, the love in you
Will be your own judge and jury
Great love is not only for self, family, friends

But for all beings, all creatures
There is no chosen people, no right nation
All planets together move in the galaxy
A friend loves at all times, whoever forgets God

That is their concern, for God so loved the world
There we were created to love the world too
No one can serve two masters, so listen
Inside your heart, and serve the true soul

For in thine own conscience thou findst
The truth of thy love, and all fulfillment therein.

Treatise on God

And, behold, I am with thee
As the planets live amongst the stars
Behold, I hold thee, as the trees
Keep the Earth together, the air fresh

I am God, nature pure devoid of scripture
I am Love, creative, a power of evolution
I can do everything through
He who gives me strength

I can love everyone through
She who gives me the ability to love
And, behold, I am not alone
For God so loved the world

And we each have a spark of God
And whoever believes in the stars
Shall not perish but have eternal life
For in the stars awaits our destiny

And we know that in all things God works
For the good of those who crave the light
Of the future, do not conform any longer
To the pattern of the past world, it is gone

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything
By prayer and petition, present your love
To the Galaxy, the one you were born into
For it is by grace you can know God

Through faith, and not for yourself,
By the fruit of the spirit in love, joy, peace, patience
Kindness, goodness, faithfulness;
It is the gift of God, therefore I urge you

Brothers, our grace is sufficient to confess
That we want to be part of the new creation
It is love which changes the world, after all,
Keep your love free from the love of money

Live simply, give yourself fully, until the Holy Spirit
Comes unto you, let yourself be a witness
May the God of hope fill you with overflowing trust
Until resurrection finds you ready and purified.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth III

Many people mistake their work
For their vocation, but our vocation
Is to love, universal and immediate
This is why we are here on Earth

If you marry something, make sure
It fills every opportunity in you
To make the world a better place
That is the feast, and that is the holy communion

Having loved those who shared our lives
How can we have any regrets in the end?
The resurrection is when we die to ourselves
And learn to give without rewards

Who can achieve it, all who have shed false-belief
I cannot consider myself righteous
If I do not learn to love the world more wholly
More fully, that is the vocation of my love

A new commandment I give to thee:
To serve each other, by this all the people
Will know that we are all disciples of true caring

Blessed are those who are not afraid
To lose what wasn’t meant to be;
From the rising of the sun, to the place
Where it sets, is the name of my Lord which is Love.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth

But I say to you, Love your
Enemy as you would your Neighbor
Your Neighbor as you would your Mother

Do not persecute these or yourself
Father who is in heaven; he would not approve
Be compassionate for all creatures

Do not let your hearts be troubled
Trust in yourself, as the universe incarnate
Trust also in others, as if they were you

Ask for it and these be given unto you;
Search for it, and she will find you –
Love, like the universe opens all doors for you

A new command you were given:
Love one another, as nature gave you life
Free of possibility, full of potential

For the universe loved her many children
Eternal life endures, like a lover
Whose objects are not limited, but unlimited

Whose bliss is unconditional, not only for thy family
but I say to you, Love more if you want
To be closer to perfection, keep only possessions

In your heart, that is thy only commandment
For what shall it profit a being, who forgets how to love?

Treatise on Yunus Emre

I tried to make sense of the holy books
Until love arrived,
Then all the scriptures became
A holy single syllable
Her word was “love”

Divine love is the one I need
Day and night I burn –
I read the faces of suffering creatures
To find the lips of thy glory!
My pity would break into an outcry

That went beyond all God’s images
The only source I have left is your love
I find no great joy in being alive
If only to be one drop
That contains an ocean

Each passing day fans and rouses flames
Of the desire to love both worlds
As the same, Heaven and Earth
My abode and my destination
I tired to love all the people of the world

Until I felt you by my side, in everybody
Do not let me wander from your love
Don’t let me leave your door
And if I lose myself
Let me find myself again in You.

Treatise on Du Fu

Vulnerable while we ride the wind
We are as gulls drifting slowly up the river
Dew is heavy on the lips of sunsets
With a loving morning in view

I can feel the edge of Heaven, tatters of Autumn
Beginning to drip with the frost of Winter
The spider’s web is ready for me
Nature’s plan for me is being revealed

Long rains have turned to frontiers of snow
And the red fruit of pomegranate drops into our mouths
Like the rubies of a fastly approaching giant Comet
While we will all be separated by a human death

I will see you in my dreams in the after-life
Old friends in exiles with only words
My poetry already knows how much I will miss you
Caught in a net of a thousand nights of laughter

The setting moon will spill of our stories
As the moment when I first saw love on your face
The waters of time are deep, deeper than memory
Don’t let the river gods take you, I know the stars

Are a country of petals shed like ancient tears
Where all the grief of the worlds turns to love
In a super-nova that has the mouth of pure love
My heart is a world of water and crystal

Already ready to be reborn, like clothes damp
With the time of spring rains, long rains
Heal everything, long rain has not harmed the land
Our weeping voices will rise and join the clouds

In the blue skies our wings will not falter
But wavering, flinching, I will reach summits
Of the Sovereign in the ordinary, the rainbows built
In the supreme architecture of my descendants.

Treatise on Socrates

Knowing nothing, I am wisdom
Beginning to wonder, by all means
Marrying my time on the Earth
contentment being the wealth of my nature
Since all men’s souls are immortal

What should I fear, tell me?
I’ve got a good wife, I’ve become happy
though if I took a lover, it would be
Philosophy, that dead pursuit
Of men who like to admit

That true wisdom is following our nature
Sincerely, God knows best what is
Good for us, and be as a child
For an honest man is always a child
Avoiding the bareness of a busy life

Let him that would move the world
First move himself, becoming one’s own teacher
Wonder is the beginning of wisdom
Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle
The self is its own casing of ignorance

Strong minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events
Weak minds discus people, therefore learn
To gossip of higher stuff, an education of living.

A Treatise on Michelangelo

A man paints with his brains
Not with his hands
A woman makes music not with her fingers
But with her heart
Death and love move the artist

We all labour to the genius
Of our own absolute love
But we must learn eternal patience
For faith in oneself is always
the best and safest course

In this brute world of circumstance
Our fate can change in an hour
If we have been pleased with life
We should not be displeased with death
Since all art comes in the end

From the same master
Still then would I hope that
I may always desire more than
I can humanly accomplish, therefore
That the art of God may shine in me

Not for any personal glory but
For the human good, for that spirit
I live and love in God’s peculiar light
And my soul can find no staircase to heaven
Unless it be through Earth’s loveliness.

Treatise on Hafiz

Beloved, your love should never
Be offered to the mouth of a stranger
Only to someone who dares
To cut pieces of your soul
Out with a knife of the sharpest attachment

To warm you with your own warmth!
Even after all this time
The sun would never dare to say
To the Earth, “You owe me”
Then never seek your just rewards

But learn in this life how to truly give!
It lights up the whole sky
Run my dear, from anything
that does not strength thy budding wings
Awaken thy heart to the necessity

Of only one language, human love
For all other things are mere sayings in the wind
For only by loving can you taste
Your mortality, nearing the God
Through the eyes of the angels

To scream from the guts of Infinite existence.
What we speak becomes the house
We live in, so speak of love
As a pearl that delights to live
At the bottom of the ocean

Be content that the light, will one day
Split you open like a diamond
Love this Earth, with your beautiful eyes.

Winter Camped Under Various Stars

Come winter with your
Dry months of cold winds
I will take you in my room tonight
Lay you down where the Moon holds

Gray laurels and champagne for one
Graft your stony roots of granite
To my weary bones that sing
Of crystal towers, and eucalyptus trees

And frozen over rivers of marble piazzas
Let me watch the crowds and
Children with rosy cheeks
And that I’ve heard the lament of the land

So vast and so white, in the stillness
Of a silence that is the breath of night
Come winter, with your
Cascades of lovely snow, frozen councils
Basilicas of frothy twigs waiting for spring.

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