Angels in Water


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Climbing clouds down to their source
I stumbled into Hae.mi in the Himalayas
She winked at me before we got to the tip

Of the Asian pacific rim of trust
It didn’t take long to know her wetness
The liquid laugh and sighs of freedom

Discovery was not what it once was
But the breezy evening of everything together
The density and timing of our moving lives

That pulls the knots out of their ruts
As warmth spills in-between the skin
That are the neurotransmitters of our insight

The weaving of consciousness and body’s self
And genes that got us this far, instinct
Where the azure brilliance of thirst no longer
Obeying the salt of hope, but thunder
And an inkling for lightning in the pools

Where mothers of pearl are in our blood
And our lips are the roots of talking and energy
That we pass around like stories of how to float
In an ocean of so much beauty, we sometimes forget
How and why we met, thousands of years ago

And why familiarity never dulled, how we moved
Together underwater, properly, in airy fields of dream.

Being Free is living Inside


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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.

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.

some stars


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Some Stars

These are amazing, each
Fleeting with the light of each other
As a performance in the night
Arranged by chance

Floating like trees in morning
To meet as far as the eyes can see
As far as things can travel
Exploding to tell us that

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Life is everywhere
Something so simple
Like oceans or trees but more distant
Gazing into history with a chorus

Of smiles and a canvas that
Felt like the face of eternity
Placed in a puzzle of so many pebbles
As to dance by the waves

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In the sunshine, moving slowly
Across the skies with their
Own accents, own astrology
An astronomy of amazing indifference

Fortitude, prophecy, design
Intelligence in a quantum physics kind of way
These are joining a neighbour or moving
Towards a friend, and does it mean something?

The way they double up, have baby planets
Disappear, we may touch, love, explain….

Wish


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Wish

I kiss thine eyes with my soul
With mystic empathy mine
But you do not look or see me!

Ah God! If I might once again
Feel the dreamy youth of feeling purely!
With identity projected, in wondrous joy!

The old-time longing for unity
It’s thrill is still in my cells
Like a circling memory of oneness

My whole heart leaps nearly to you
There, but you do not look or see me!
There is no method to convey sometimes
The inner possibility of energy
The old-time agony within my soul

The hush of alienation, loneliness
An eclectic talent for feeling separate
If only to magnify the unity-of-all-things
I kiss thine eyes with my private feast
A light blur stirs for thee from me

But you do not look, you do not see me!
And I was in my lonely light, with frenzy begging
For faces of the spring, for golden
Words spoken to me, as if I had
Thought poetry at the ocean side

For a lifetime of romantic depths
Without the shudder of youth
That passed so quickly, I am getting old.

Philosophy of maybe


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I see that there is no nature
only that which we project onto her
that image perhaps evolved in us
due to an interaction with her

but we do not ascertain directly
we do not know anything concretely
everything is translated by sense

imperfectly, translated by science
temporarily, dictated by out-dated dogma
unsystematically, felt incompletely
identified with, with a mesh of duality

I see that there is no nature
that Nature does not exist
there are these myths of the good

myths of God, and shoulds
but our entire world imprisoned
memes, simulations, accepted truth
between us here, that may be false

to another kind of creature
the true and real are a disease
of their own ideas, there exists

a unity that we cannot fathom
that the hills, valleys, plains, oceans
forests, sunlight, flowers, grass
maybe nature without parts

is a whole for which we are
only a piece and therefore
cannot fully grasp beyond ourselves.

Anonymous


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Love is not a name
I give away easily
Though I worship the
Days like a fine wine
There is a sacred thing
Born in me a hundred times
That I recognize doesn’t
Come from me at all
Your name is my name
In your name my name
Identity is interchangeable
Empathy is transferable
Love is software
Swift and sweet energy
One day I will download memory
And I will know who you were
At a picnic of your inner beauty
I’ll say the word to you
One in the other Unnamed.

Hundreds of years after Zhuangzi


Happiness is the deep peace
That arrives when you
Observe the world with empathy
Wherever you look you feel

Empathy, identity, compassion
That is the bliss when
Your heart shall find peace
It will be at peace, and everything

You have done or been or thought
It will all find perfect acceptance
That’s the source of things
That’s how all beings become tolerant

And furthermore, immersed
In the Great Unity, they find
More joy than they knew
Was possible, in a harmony

That is dignified, benevolent and
Never striving for happiness
Because happiness comes from inside
All the while knowing that

Attachment is a clinging and a distinction
Better to have a boundless home
In the divine container of the universe
That’s the disinterested, amused and loving

Bliss of eyes dreaming in experience
The experience where the space
Between you and I vanishes.

What Scientists forgot to tell you


A star-inspired self-help poem:

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What Scientists forgot to tell you

Love is a state of Being
You can enter that place
At anytime, at will
Like going into a blanket

In your mind, or discovering
An ocean in your heart
It’s where we came from
It’s the loving source

So don’t hesitate to try
The excise of goodwill
Your love my friends
Is not outside, not some
Pillow of a person or

Maternal or paternal figure
It is deep within you
The mystics said that
The saints said it too

The prophets hinted at it:
You can never lose it
It comes with you
From life to life, because

Our souls are made of it
Our psychic beings
Shine with it, it is the
Only actual substance

In the universe, so when
You ask for love, remember
For a moment what it is
You are talking about

It is not dependent on
Some other body or external form
Bu tis a choice at each moment
A compulsive unity of everything

That does not think in terms
Of duality, like success and failure
Or other human attributes
Love is a pure state of giving
It is the urge to do good
Stronger in some, purer
In others still, so embrace it.

To the lovely couple


I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
~ Rabindranath Tagore

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During our love, houses were completed
spiritual homes where you
rebuilt my foundations

idealistic comforts that
somehow I had forgotten
among the gardens, listing
the essential spiritual pleasure
that had no country to root for

but accepted all beings
During our love, we felt
a peace where we were completed

finally, irrevocably, whole
as if lost forever previously
our touch was that mutual
sensation of shared mysticism
the chime of fortitude

and unity so foreign to our
previous human experience
you and I were still like

strange visions to behold
universal love, at just
the right temperature.

redeemer divinity sweet


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

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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’

Psalm 9


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I will praise thee, O Lord, not in God’s name
But with my whole heart, you are the Universe
I will be glad and rejoice in thee:
Filled with gratitude for sentience
I will echo your marvelous works
In my hands, of my mind, for thou
Has maintained my right and my cause
I will sing praise of not one God, but all of nature
There is no chosen people, our enemies are ourselves
But the Lord of Nature shall endure for ever:
And he shall NOT judge the world
For the world is meant to create itself
The Lord of Love is our refuge for the oppressed
And those who were once Slaves will become Masters
And they that know thy secrets will put their trust in thee:
For spiritual love is not about exclusivity or success
It is about the unity of worlds, the cry of the humble
The Salvation of souls that have sinned. Selah.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten:
And the weak shall not always be downtrodden
While the world is divided into false Nations
Who can we claim to be people of God?

Miracles Worth Living


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Self-imprisonment began
The first day I escaped reality
Purity was my comfort

God was my last resort
I thought He would make
Some room for me

To stay in the Universe
As in his Heart
As long as I wanted to

I felt the Oneness of everything
A love that required
No explanation, peace

That needed no interpretation
Innocence, bliss, simplicity
Like a meditation to last

For lifetimes and eternities
Maybe, I became a sleepless
Dreamer, of God-Dreams

In my sutra, mantras, poems
With orphan-tears, maybe
Only God knows who I am

Only miracles of loving
Miracles of forgiving humanity
For the evolution of so much
Inequality, civil-war, pollution, vanity.

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More-Than-The-Angels


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What does the voice of love sound like?
A voice for everyone, sight-seeing
With Oneness to the left
Unity to the right

What does the voice of love sing about?
To those friends waiting in heaven?
What is its goal and who are its subjects?
What pure substance does the melody play

These instruments, our subtle chords of heart
What does the voice of love sound like?
To ancient ears, to ears of the young –
Yielding up soul to a world of maladies

Leaving out spirit in a corruption of greed
By morning bright, love’s alphabets keep
Speaking, no matter the country, or the time.

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It is your choice


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Embrace mystery, relish in the unknown
rejoice in the experience of knowing less
and loving more, the infinite depth

of oneness in multiplicity, unity in diversity
The Universe is mysteriously great
rejoice in the metaphors of large and small

and loving more, creation is boundless
once you have started appreciating miracles
the mundane seems slow and unremarkable

once you have started seeing beauty everywhere
the beloved in everyone, bliss in every touch
ugliness and disharmony disappear –

Embrace creation, relish in the event of witnessing
if you start looking at life with a formidable joy
how much of your sad existence would disappear?

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Satisfied with the Fortune of Love


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In the stillness of the night
I have been the place where
Wisdom stood visiting

Tranquil, serene, as doves in flight
I have cried with my spirit
Invisibly open to the higher laws

In the stillness of the night
I have waited for the soft voice of truth
Deliciously young, formidably ancient

Who am I, Wisdom, and how come
Desires of delight are so temporary?
My spirit envelops my growing heart

The many books of unity are to me living people
I have seen their eyes twinkle with
The special shimmer of traveling souls

We all kiss death rejoicing in the moment
For we know not how long the moment will last
In the stillness of the social day

I was reborn by the voice of human creatures
They welcomed me and I held their hands
Like tracing memories of days that chanted littleness.

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You Breathe Mysticism on Me


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Let nothing upset you
I who have been upset an entire lifetime
I have the right to say it
Hold on to the infinite
The child in you, the Goddess

Hold it tightly, as I would hold you
Like a lover, brother, father, friend
Let nothing startle you
I’ve seen you in your fierce celebrations
I’ve known you, cherished you, fought for you

All things pass, said the ancients
Say the lovers, poets, prophets, psychics
All things come again, remember your greatness
God does not change, quantum physics
Universal truth, I understand now

Why you believe so much in the human soul
I love what you do fiercely, with sacred undertones
Patience wins, delight thrives yet again
Whoever has God, lacks nothing, fears nothing
Your cosmic womb shines like lightning

Mirrors like jewels of sand, on a transparent beach
I burn for you, but God alone is enough.

Like a Mother of Fasting


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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.

The Veins that Run from all Centuries


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I can feel a tremendous ballad
Approaching me from within

A rising discontent, with locality
I want to live outside of time & space

Embrace dimensions where “I” does not exist
That is the trusting of Omnipotence
And the true unity of Immortality
Life sustains itself, I can forsake this body

So long as I have a means to experience
The Kingdom of Heaven, spiritual totality

I can feel a tremendous ballad
Overtaking me from without

All these Delinquent Palaces
Achieving poetic strain, at a distance
Assisted by false estimates of mortal consequence
I can feel a tremendous ballad

Between Zero and the Bone
Between Love and all other interchange.

Prologue


Time for me has never gotten comfortable
Once upon a time, there was me
Not I, but a coexisting us
Many selves splintered
Unable to resume existing
As a significant whole
Like a prologue of all known things
These of the self were finite
Mortal, braided with the stars
Mirrored, like wandering hands
That renounced the light
A long time ago, time was only a context
The symbols of neglected bruises
Reminders of ancient Sanskrit terms
Gray cathedrals of spirit-space
That were not witnessed, before the age
Of a thousand eyes, before consciousness
Could be downloaded and uploaded
Time was a little girl who
Announced her arrival each moment
With a big pillow in her hands for sleeping beauty
Down from the sorcerer’s tree
I swallowed the fruit once again
A blind witness to my blind hunger
Leave the wisdom here said the bird
In the seed, throw the seed into the river.