The Wind
The wind blew by the top of the tree where I live,
spinning at my heels,
whistling in my ear,
caressing me with its floral fragrance.
Taking a long tender look at where I had been,
it said with an airy wisp of delighted recognition,
"You’ve been the wind before and more"
"Come! let's play!" it sung with a spin, scooping me up in its etherial embrace
Together we swooped over dense green canopies,
plunged deep into fertile rainbow valleys,
gazed with delight at
a great assortment of birds animals and insects going about their usual day.
With great energy we soared heavenwards and peered through beckoning nimbus clouds,
high above majestic snow cap mountains.
We delighted at the rising full moon, golden in the early
evening sky.
For how long we played I do not know.
Its voice now barely audible as it spiraled away into the blue pearl
of the vast sky, laughing with delight it said,
"Remember, . . you are ever free, boundless, timeless and infinite"
With attention grounded in the Joy of all joy, I beheld neither body or mind,
neither head nor limb,
unburdened and free.
smiling by the top of the tree where I live.
Everlarity
Ever green, ever spun, ever sought, but never won.
Ever tossed, like sea, like foam.
Ever thought, fair earth, our home.
Conceptions held, conceptions lost,
upon the road where synapse cross.
Within the skull that falls through time.
Within the flame that knows no rhyme.
Within the words that sound like dust.
Within the womb.
Upon the crust.
Where worlds flow free.
Where worlds unfold.
Where symmetry, appearance, and sight erode.
Where time appears like solid ground,
warping space but never found.
Where moments tick but never reach,
the visible horizon,
beyond light’s reach.
Observing Lady Mystery
Quietly observing the mystery unfold
The three dimensional lotion
Of ages untold
Like a vision in a dream….
Like a mystery in a scene.
Like the light on a screen
Like the litany in between
The thoughts and imaginings of untold souls
The rumblings and stirrings
in the new and ancient…old
Quietly observing the folding of space
Linked to folded time
The body and the face
Softly descending
Did it for a lark
Explosively expanding
Never miss my mark
Never lose my mastery
Have my data in a row
Threading time and memory and what the day will sow
Quietly observing the mystery unfold
The words and hidden meanings and the lives that made it so
Thoughts and emotions
Filtered down through time
Filtered down through memory
Superficial and sublime
Thoughts and emotions
Written without a trace
Written in a sparkle
Written on her face
Who Am I
Who am I
Once again I ask
Once again
I have both no answer and the appearance of answers.
I am all things to all people.
I am the loved one
and the hated one.
The forgotten and the worshiped.
Mounted on the pedestal of the empty cup
Obscure yet immediate presence.
Scintillating as the light of day.
Siting on the thrown of accomplishment
Receiver of high and lofty praises
I am the monarch
But I am not removed from my queen
Nor from my ministers, priests, or servants.
I am present
As the essence of all kingdoms.
Kingdoms that stretches out to the shoreless beaches of infinity.
I am the beam issuing forth from the unthinkable mass of bliss,
where abounds the immeasurable wealth of the speechless Mother,
from whose breast billions of suns spray forth,
begetting universes.
Mothering the mysterious combination of free space and time.
I am the one who watches over
Leaving planets and stars as footprints.
I am the whispering undercurrent,
tying together the fathomless vacuum,
blueprint of the mind’s airless expanse.
I am the ever untouched
The spotless cloth ready for dyeing
I am the appearance of color,
coloring space with small and large playgrounds.
I pay homage to all and kneel to myself.
I fill the heart of every temple.
Large and small size am I,
and no size
I am the never-ending torrent that sweeps.
Broader than all directions.
More immense than immensity
I sweep with speed that dismisses all dreams,
with a speed that utters one word of motion.
I am activity and stillness.
Breaking all boundaries
I sweep on and on.
searing limitations.
World within world I consume,
fuel for my atomic romp.
I flash between worlds with flaming light,
disintegrating and integrating as I go.
I leave behind where fortresses once stood
fertile marshes of primordial life.
I instill in barren wastelands seeds of lush vegetation.
I imbue every name and form with my full power.
I am both simple and complex.
I am neither the fullness of all presence nor the emptiness of complete void.
I am the first the last and the middle,
comprising all segments,
filling all branches.
I am, and yet my existence is beyond the notion of something which can be contained.
Some say I am the contained.
Some say I contain myself within myself,
but in which time, in which space, can the immeasurable measure itself.
I am the trace of falsehood
In every truth,
the flaw in every formula.
Some say I am time or even death,
but these are foam on an illusory sea.
None can boast of knowing me,
for I am not known by knowing,
nor am I know by the absence of knowing.
I am forever
My essence is the essence of all life
Of all Being,
of all Men,
their feelings, my own,
their words, my words,
their suffering, my own.
rejoicing in their joys,
lamenting in their sorrows.
I am the longed for remembrance
In their future radiant tomorrows.
Like Sound. . . Silence
Wonderstruck
By the suspension of time
By the involution of space
abstracted to an infinite point
Author of astronomical configurations
Mesmerized by the sound of light
Far distant galaxies
Proclaim
Right in my own backyard
Bringing forth the moment
Escorting it respectably
Beyond limitation
Madness and Genius
Upholding each other
Racing toward each other with mighty strides
Dissolving with every pace
The endless cycles of beginning and end
Listen as time passes along
Along times trodden memory
Past turbulent water
And explosive volcanoes
Past incandescent waves of human feeling
Sound with sound ears and sound tongue
And like sound
Silence passes this way too
Etching on the goblets of unspoken words
Weaving the alphabet of unlimited expression
Delineating form, yet remaining untouched by it
And like the mighty stallion sound
Silence too
Has beaten its hoofs into many a brain
Troubleshooting The Life Human
Fixing stuff
Mending parts
Time and space warps
In the gravity arts
Weight and substance
Form and sound
Evolves the human
In the life-go-round
Mystery and logic
Sought-after tools
Art and science
Neither rules
Formula and prophet
Sinners being saints
In the theater human
Matter and all it taints
Essence untouched
In the school of laughter and tears
Eternities woven
In the texture of our years
Sense and symbol
To ponder we must
Tossing out the net
To the life we must entrust
Some answers lift like wings
Taking to the sky
While others fall and fade
Perish and doomed to die
Solutions sought and bought
In the slippery isles fraught
With perils, abysses, and strife
Barely resembling life
Clambering to find a key
Undignified, not free
Eternal Prism
The blush of morning
Its pinks and pale blues
Stirring into life
Shifting frolicking hues
Held within the familiar
Pocket of Mother’s skirt
Kissed and caressed
All through life
Since the dawn of birth
The gentle pressure of existence
The softness of her eyes
A canvas for our hearts
Laced with angel sighs
Reflections of beauty
Push the senses over the edge
No containers of reason here
No commitments to pledge
Wind poured out
Into the morning breeze
Songs sung with transparent ease
Random brush and color
Come together in a joy filled dance
Blown on the morning bliss
Within the heart of Love entranced
Rainbow radiant light
Colors for our sight
Rays of sunlit dew
Orange and cobalt blue
And that which is in between
Life giving forest green
So much more so vast
Overflows the flask
Of yellow by the score
Crimsons gold and more
The names dissolve away
Like the throb of yesterdays
And it leaves one knowing truth
Leaves one knowing deep
Through the magic of color
And Eternities to keep
Transfiguration
Deep within the heart of the Sun
Smiles embrace the ancient One
Within the deepest core of stars
Spread like lace
Both near and far
Deep within original mind
Where every precious quality shines
Within the heart of rhyme
Within the pulsating prime
Within his hands and feet
Hidden in fingers and teeth
Within pure being
Within pure now
Within the moment
The wish fulfilling cow
Within the utters, within the milk
Within the worm, that spins the silk
Within the mouth, within the eyes
Upon the lips within the sighs
Within the appearance
that spins the web
across the centuries property of
the One that never stands or sits
who arranges galactic terrains to live
Within the servant
master-less
Not confined by prescriptions
Reality-less
Deep within the heart of the Sun
Smiles embrace the ancient One