The Sapphire Memories

I’ve cut my soul into divine strips
To deliver me into my own bliss
It is selfish to crave altars

Whose bright shaking leaves spell Autumn
I am a flowing here like honey
My heart is liquid and melts
To the touch of beings, the sight
Of worlds, I am a bit of everything

The festive joy that resides
After bodies, experience, simulations
The game of roses is nearly done

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I am a flicker of a spirit
Drawn in incense and silence
Can you feel me there too?
And pour all that is left of me
Into golden midnight and moons

With the fragrance of nature’s delicacy
The vulnerability that never departs
And the safety of a trillion glittering forms

I am all of those and shine still on Earth
No matter the ruined paradise of cities
Old and wretched, and empires,
Keen to exploit the people, it’s always
Been the same, silver tunics, obedient daughters

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It’s easy to make a vision with the ones you love
But the truth is never what it appears to be
To unloose the beauty of your eyes

Is to find the rapture of nature once again
There is no equal of that among the Gods
That which most excites the mind is divine
Abstract, like the fuel of the centuries
Whose voice is sweet yet so impersonal.

Being Free is living Inside

The universe is not outside of you
It took me years to see
And when I did I was already

Inside of myself, living
From the inside out
I saw you as an expression of me
And I wasn’t terribly important anymore
So I finally sold my cleverness

For bewilderment and my confidence
For simplicity, and then I suddenly
Found I knew what it meant to be

And it did not require possessions
Or achievement, or education
Or standing in the world of men
It only asked for a bit of meditation
And a bit of connection with

All that lives between moments
In the space where people connect
And how the world looks when
You empathize with it better.

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.

Singing the Way

I deviated from language
And I ended up in poetry
I deviated from silence
And every valley became fertile

I deviated from words
And the sun spoke through
The Earth in me until
My thoughts became like prophecies

I cast out all dogmas, idols, prophets
Until I could relate to nature
Without the layers of man
Then poetry became a wild incantation

Of trees and planets and stars
Then the inner reality of the cosmos
Spoke to me like a sunset speaks
To the eyes of seeing creatures

I deviated from speaking
But structures of meaning still
Built castles in my mind
That is why I was born

So that I might retrace my steps
Not as a seer but as a singing way
The trance that never ended
Until I became as transparent
As the inner meaning of the Tao.

Solution to a Mystical Book of Epigrams

The circle of our coming and our going
Melts here in infinite knowing
Such that has no beginning
Or shall maybe ever have an end

For no one can ever in this world explain
The love that bears the pain
Through centuries of the Keeper
Who arranges the body of this universe

That nothing is truly good or evil
It just is what it is and evolves
Finally to decay and start again
I leave a drunkard of time and place

And holy tears stream my eyes
Not for my little portion of profit or children
Not for experience or her legacy of trials
But because I know everyone stands

In a limited place, without freedom
Only occasional moments of outbreaks
That might last but a few seconds
Of eternity, and so my days are spent

Circling and tracing the way back
To the source, as if in rehab from unity
I must accept this divided world
As a lonely place or as a solitude yearning

For another kind of bliss, I am friendless
Among so many people, so many routines
That barley have time to say or thought at all
If the one I love is God, do I need any friend?

Whispers of Music

Birdsong brings relief
To my inner music
Whispers that became a voice
Of a girl looking at the moon
That was my daughter and not

Ecstatic for some star practice
Souls that laugh in light
Watersong brings relief
To my inner waiting
Some song ran through me

Whispers that became a melody
Lovesong brings relief
To all the sorts of desires
I used to play in my mind
Whispers that became a voice

How blind and deaf I was
Truthsong sees unity everywhere
Even in the sorrow and drama of the world
The minute I realized this
I was never the same again

Spirit sees nothing to criticize
Soulsong loves an entire lifetime
No matters the ills, no matter the obstacles.

So sing me a song, O love
O purity O deep music
Let me serve a higher cause
Like stainless endless radiance.

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FATE OF HUMANITY

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.

WE ARE BORN FOR JOY

Let the beauty of what you love
Be what you do, that is the important thing
To follow your bliss: this is love

To fly towards the secret sky of no tomorrow
Everyone has been made
To experience some particular joy

So let your joy be ravishing and complete
Do not let fate intervene with it
Do not let destiny lead you from it

For that sacred joy, is your birthright
Everything is made beautiful by that joy
Plant the anticipation of that joy

Like a love of the holy ones within your spirit
Don’t give your heart to anything
But the love of those whose hearts feed that joy

That which is false will negate it
But the truth of your joy will bring
You a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground
A thousand ways to go home again.

We are one Flesh

We say we are one flesh:
Two bodies in one heart
Sharing the cries of star to star
Species united, countries melted

On a girl’s throat from the
Tunic of Earth, with a rose of breasts
And longing that is a mouth
That never has enough food

To couple and not stay single
We say we are one flesh:
With two minds of one faith
Sharing the circle and space

That divides our respective births
Future united, and boundaries melted
On a boy’s muscle from the
Gardens of Earth, with a surplus of desire

And consuming fire
That can never be possessed
Love is the way that lovers never know
The shortest way to find love

That never turns aside and never goes
But which reminds us that
We are one flesh.

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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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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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Wrap Your Beautiful Robe of Spirit Around You

I feel some Beloved presence
Pulling me like a river
To drink the dawn in bliss-recognition
And take in sunset like supper
And drink to the stars
From clear spring waters

I feel some Higher energy
Teaching me to look for signs
To observe the soul’s progress
Even in trickery and hypocrisy
I feel the last truth waking in me
I’ve given my brain to the ‘Divine’

With neurotransmitters of Ananda
I now walk completely naked of identity
So much have I accepted my fate
I study the ways of transcendence
Like an exercise of transformation
I feel some Beloved presence
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Pulling me like a river
To drink the dawn in peace-existence
And take in dew on my feet for breakfast.

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Love is a Divine Beauty

A true lover has faith in God-nature
A description of love that is ‘divine’
An ailment for the supramental future
A wish that yearns and aspires

For a discourse with bliss and unity
A lover may hanker after this or that
Though they know the form is not important
It is the spirit that breathes life into things

The beauty like evening talks
Of moon split asunder, of stars
The sun of the soul that joins in warmth
A true lover has the light of God-nature

Not in doctrine, scripture or holy words
But in a beloved kindness and sweet gentleness
A description of love that is ‘divine’
A service of the healing supramental future.

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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
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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
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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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The Toast of First Conversations

You are inside every kindness/
And I am haunted with the giving
I cannot write about the source
Of my dreams, these are ways of loving
The thrill of identity’s finest evidence!

Every natural pleasure/
The vicinity of joy
The unity that occurs
When someone loves something
It is the passion of dedication

And I am haunted by it/
I live to encompass it
Like pure compassion
The table of my life’s delight
Has been set, and I am waiting for

Participants, friends, lovers/
The silence of self-annihilation
A mystical otherness of inner finding
You are inside every kindness
A symbol of my devotion

The living shiver or roselight/
The new idea on the sky of the brain
The conversation that changes everything.

Plato Does not Speak of This

I have learned to despise in myself
What those I loved left me for –
They are not here with me now, I must deal
With the sun and moon for my pillows

The grief of lonely years, the dust of doorways
And years of half-grain and empty homes
Cold rooms, half chaff, no jewels
I have learned to accept in myself

What those I once sought, did not value
For only I must truly, live with myself
The others, they do not sweeten this bitter sea
They give and retreat, without loyalty

As a thorn opens into a rose, my throat and lungs
Beg the light for an execution place
Where I will wail and be thirsty for my own blood
Purified, as the Nile once flowed beside my limbs

I was never a warrior, but a humble worshiper
My dead eyes did look into your living eyes
and I cried, for love’s work looks absurd at times.

So You Will Not Have to be Always Letting me In and Out

Today, there are no consolations
All I have been is as a dream
Nobody remembers, nor can I say do I
Remember closeness, I am learning to support myself
As foundations that require convincing proof

That this is no ordinary friendship
The way I am with myself, how I attend the banquet
Of my thoughts, life – what drink I pass around the table
Of so much longing, an expert at grief
Today, there is no consolation

I have congregated here to face, what I already suspect
That I have not the backbone, for love
I can deliver you form yourself in this moment
Says my mouth burning for sweetness
Today, there are no consolations

I must understand what it means to be wounded
Hands of my hands, everything is made of water
There is nothing drastic left, that can be done
I can no longer be the ring-knocker at your door.

Something that Died in December

I have the least community
Of anyone I know, the emotions of a poet
I was once a green branch in the wind

The reed that bends from a drop of water
I am it seems, too far from home
To remember the language

Of that strange gathering, how you held
The tambourine, love’s king
Never wept for me, I did not stop anywhere

For long, like a lonely light-footed nomad
I was as the breeze, which carried
The ocean inside of it, so beneath

The ability to love, the duty to stay
Nobody loved me back to my senses
Instead, they smiled at me like a lost cause.

Sugarcane of Spring

We are a warm spell
Of Spring arriving with different kinds of light
The light to warm us from the inside
A glee of wind and the sweetness
Of how we walk together, side by side

Our thoughts glow with one and another
Some naive people have not gotten
Close enough to you to understand
One drinks from the other
One tenderly learns from the other

To smell the musk of spring, and not judge
Why we share the same fragrance from a jar
Taking us to the face of a different Goddess
You that pour ease into me, my life is burning
Like a candle-moment, I am the newest moth

There is a confusion in surrender, in walking alone
The terrible grief and bliss of being so fragile.

Like a Mother of Fasting

Close your mouth to bread
Open your heart to water
Acquire a delight without purpose
In you thrives majestic Silver

Look into the gentle faces
Ignore the sugars and soldiers
Take the wheat of the spirit
And play it like a harp for harvests

Of feeling, Eden of humanity
For Utopia is not a place or a time
It is a state of being, the green-gold mines
Of living, fasting and moistening

Giving without bartering
Finding freedom without grasping
Close your eyes to discord
Seek out intoxicated signs of harmony.

With the Language of the Birds

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.