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I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

finger picking

Where have the leaves gone?
When did I become so bare...
Vulnerable...
Open...
My feet stand upon this earth, my head lost in the shifting clouds...
My heart soaring through the air above the layer of fog.
That is gradually clearing.
Fingers slide across notes written for this sky...
The sun is becoming through eye just barely open...
Head laid back...
OM's call to me.
Hot bricks.
Cold drinks.
Home is where this heart soars.
Afraid to look down.
My hands found electricity again.
I am coming back anew.
An updated version of a me I cherished in memory.
This long loop is coming full circle.
I arc around the sphere of everything.
To be.
To be aware.
Me.
Free and once again touching the throne.

in sleep. in dreams. in life. in india

Marigold hues
Dance through my dreams
I'm lost in being found.
But still I laugh
I howl at the moon
Whatever 'too serious' is... I'm not.
She asked me how I ran up stairs
I laughed and replied
Fast.
Waking jungle dreams
That set me to sleep
In a hammock in the sun
Here.
There.
The doors slide open to show heaven
For just a moment
Then it's back to lining up your good eye with the keyhole.
Tumbling down a rabbit-hole of reality.
Dressed in black
And charging it through
Colorful fields of everything.
Now that his soul was touching it all
He knew what he wanted to be.
A family of bulbs
Ready to blossom
Willing the wind
To blow just a hair harder
To wake us from this
Dream we're in.
Flowers are free for the taking.
And a warm smile
Goes a mile.

...orient

Dawn she broke all my bones
Got burned by the sun of a soul
It flipped me inside out
I got insight now

I dreamed that I couldn't wake up
Got trapped in a tale I composed
It spun me round and round
Now I found some ground

I'm still tickled, twisted and tied up in time
But I trust there's a thirteenth hour
True to my heart and true to my word
I'm yours regardless.

Nectar

Taste the nectar from my mind
The flavor of the loving kind
I've been running down this path so fast
I never stopped to do the math

I lost my feet back in the dust
Forgot how to give and who to trust.
Flying too close to the sun
We had to break apart as one.

I came so far
Ran for miles and miles
And yet wherever I went
I ached for just one of your smiles

I found out
No matter how far you go
If you forget about today
No way you're gonna like your tomorrow.

But now I'm still and I can see
It was your love that set me free
I stand with gratitude and grace
Can't wait to tell you to your face

In my life is where you belong
Together we will sing this song.

Tong-Len

Empathy or apathy?
Delusions in reality.
Strangled by the blame
Before we realize it's a game.

We contract around a teaching
Telling us we must let go
Look within to find an answer
That once found, we're scared to show

Like a dream within a dream
Wherein we cannot run or scream
Suddenly trapped in a conundrum
Being drummed up by our being.

We're creating this reality
So why do we make pain?

The Angels in the ether seem to envy all the same.

But I really do find myself wondering
The echos of violence thundering
I can't possibly watch all you suffering
But I'll take it on nonetheless.

If you look into my eyes, you will see I'm alive and the magic I posses.

May all beings be free as I wish to be free
May the ignorance dissolve.
I will pull in your pain
If you do the same...
And together we'll evolve.

the awareness of awareness

My mind danced
Across the stage
Twirling in it's thoughts.

In a breath between frames
In the space between clouds
You found me with your light.

We danced to be free
This body and me
The lines drawn by my mind.

The ink of my soul
My awareness unrolled
This night I began to unwind.

A moment of mind
And mind alone
Free from the things we believe and know.

Your spirit met mine
Full and empty at once
When we both ceased to exist

The curtain arose
For a moment reposed
The me that folded in

Devoid of light
The nothing took flight
And the ether was my twin

Dependant Arisings

Let's dispense the senses
Yes, let's find a middle way...
Draw lines around the emptiness
From dawn to dusk each day...
Let's shaken and awaken
From this walking waking world...
Come lucid in this game we play,
Wake up before we're old.

Our mind is renting space here on the bodies we reside...
Though a body's just a flow of transformation where we hide.

We'll sit in meditation
Ponder this here permutation
It's all just imputation
Not a lot of variation
But a constant combination all the same.

We're giving names.
Though who exactly are 'we' anyway?
Some subtle minds?
Or the collective light of where we stay?

It's seems for now,
We're locked in this continuum of nothing so I guess I'll have another cup of tea.

death song

Will I have regrets?
Will the fear come creeping up the shore?
Would you place any bets?
Are we just turning around and coming back for more?
Would you see the mirage,
As you held my hand and saw me through the door?
Will I feel so alone,
When smoke and sparks and lightshows through my eyes I'm told?
When the darkness closing in
I'll remember it's my heart that's caving in.
Like I read in the big bang...
It's the beginning bell of clarity he rang.

The end...
It's just the start.
The mind is endless...
Just like the heart.
And I know I'm gonna find your soul again.
It's just the start.
Because there really is no end.

Now the night is growing cold.
And I find I'm reaching out but nothing's there.
I feel the emptiness she grows.
Im staying present, standing bravely though I'm scared.

The end...
It's just the start.
The mind is endless...
Just like the heart.
And I know I'm gonna find your soul again.
It's just the start.
Because there really is no end.

Just Observe

A pleasant, transient experience
I love
We could purify our minds with wisdom but it feels so good right here.
So I must just ditch class afterall...
The world of our experience is a product of our minds...
Like a dream so beautiful I'm not sure I want to wake up or be lucid in it.
Maybe I don't want to "just observe"
Sitting on the sidelines sucks sometimes.
But alas, I can't evolve or grow into the next game winkle stepping out of this one.
So, mindful and detached...
I'll pout just a little because I liked warm and fuzzy
Even-though a pleasant, transient experience it was.

i am

Sunburst eyes
I dwell on rooftops
Rock-climb barefoot
And believe in magic.

I've seen a metamorphosis
Been blinded by divine light
And i didn't come equipped with a reverse gear.

I'm a top down
Sky light
Sun roof
Kinda girl

I've been told I'm a floodlight not a laserbeam per say but I'll drown you in my love all the same.

I'm a bangled, beaded, scarves around my head and flowers in my hair kinda girl.

I don't know what I did last time to deserve it this good this time around...
But I bow my head and press my sweaty palms together for this gift I keep on getting.

See... The Buddhists say I'm making it. Creating it
The master of my destiny and I say well okay then
Because I don't think someone could have chosen my color for me any better.
I am.

Buddhist Camp

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But I behold confusion the seed of ignorance too
So I guess there is no 'me' to attach myself to 'you'
Oh where or where has the wisdom one
I'll try to walk away without getting stuck.
By my my mind spins out
My delivery rough
Red-faced monkeys swing
From the branches of my brain
I really can't imagine how on earth i can remain
But I guess it's all just an illusion anyways
Or something...

a silent story

A silent story
Waiting for...
Adorned
And drawn upon.
Spun...
Like a ball of yarn.
He said
He'd come
I cried
My knight as dark as night
A call
That wakes the jungle
Mine
Majestic mane
I like it
Alone
It's okay
Theres always
Tomorrow for story tome
If he's awake
We'll share a chocolate cake
And whether he or I
The dragon wake
Though spared on my account
Tonight
I'll dream and so create
And then recall
And relive
For a moment...
Confused
Which one is real.
Eternal.
Are dreams a part of this continuum of mind?