Nestled under the fairy like Rowan trees barren of their russet flowers, clothed instead in a lunar blue nightgown. Chilled breath of the twelfth night lapping through opened French doors of the makeshift concert hall, combing the naked stick trees, like boney white fingers.
One solitary light focuses on My Muse, his shadowed figure madly running fingers up and down the Ivory teeth of a white Grand Piano, casting off a saddened yet passionate Moonlight Sonata flooding the Indigo Serenade into the dark corners. Magnificent musical talent never displayed by a single written note or any shred of rehearsed sheets, highlighted by the tones and hues of La Luna’s iridescence. The concerto trickles flawlessly under fingers adorned like a Stellar God.
My Muse loosens a Spirit dragging him low. Forgetting the cornered off part of the world he occupies, his mind wrapped in oblivion, calling forth his elemental friends he’s appeasing, soaking all the silver he can from the moon to color the keys, playing his moods in a funneled focus until his black viral thoughts dispel completely.
Forgetting his position as the graceful supportive baluster being obliterated by hurricane forces blasting about his failing strength drowning the security he desires. Features once blessed with centering peace now snarling at his reasons to set a hasty union off until the stormy skies clear. Futile energies spurring him to a wild tangle, twisting temporary stability into a prison sentence with a brooding spirit swollen full of suffocating realism that an actual bond beyond what he’s prepared for squeezes acknowledgment of its existence. When he’d rather not give airtime to the abrasive moxie of being caught up in a Union so untamed and mangled! A dynamic duo creates magic on the same plane! Love doesn’t have to be so hard! So alike even in explosive stubbornness, swinging with the same survival tactics when backed against the wall, attempting to drudge up an effort to keep a dissolving relation intact. Casting crowns and all integrity on a principled stance. THIS isn’t love, just two wills diluting the potency of a forever change, unleashing the gates to overflowing, weakening the intensity of a crucible fire.
Crumbling the one relationship he’d hoped would remain out of the crushing grip of Father Time, pushing away the gutted heart of the person enduring the force of the impact. The passionate sacrifice infusing the night sky with his will to let go, summoning his source holding new hearts in a knot yet tied. Wafting the tender unconquered horizon held in the set of eyes he can never erase, stealing his heart to setting sail towards the bond that never loosens. The moonlight relieves the irons clasped over his armored chest cavity locking down emotion, holding anything worth feeling to a day twice removed into a distant later when the fire smolders and more loving arms can brave the impact with him. He drains the last silvery drop onto the keys, Ignoring the breathy chatter of his audience until every last note falls with perfection and the sentiment congeals, leaving fear in hands more capable.

Changing lanes on a strange road still alone in this chaos huffing loads in solitude
Straining Nights Inky tentacles for my voice funneled into fragmented passages
draining sentiments weakened in potency. Slathering silent pages til they crystalize with tears,
My broken mind congeals loosening the road behind, letting the curtain fall closed
and blacken the waisted years. Locked away in annuals of forms never to inhabit again.
Friend on the outer limits, in a life I’ve never been in.
Listen Beyond the Words, they transmit in distortion.
Reach past emotions channeling the unfamiliar as a ruse.
I’m braving the Spirit waters to bring me something true.
Wondering why I always wade beyond my limits?
I’m not afraid to come too close to what I don’t understand!
I’ve seen what it is to love, a momentary stream of life flowing in and out.
Drowning those who brave the current, after all I can’t even swim.
I’m a foreigner in a leaky boat migrating from a broken mind.
Phantom voices scream of failed yesterdays through the wind.
With my pen I’m killing them off so they never come back.
They Speak of love as ego’s nurtured desire, daring the journey and the faded calling
Speak of love as something packaged from the store! Never caring that its more.
What about the days when this mayhem weakens my Spirit?
What about the months when I’m alone enduring the trials of a hateful world on my own?
What about the nights when my heart bleeds
What about the times when beauty floods my eyes?
What about the translucent night when lightening fractures Prussian skies?
Moon waxed full of love, where affection and everything warm and tender flows
The ocean surf curling my toes or Ra’s sunset calling my Muse
Stellar God’s fulfill my desires! Gifts of luminaries infuse my heart.
I’m not anti love for wanting to stay in this light that moves me,
I like it here, my life began in here, my breath is anchored here,
I’m accepted & loved in here. I’m everything in here!
Where I stand beside myself, knee deep, dialed in, reaching for the Infinite,
following the movements of The One I’d like to connect,
laughing at the way “His Nothing-ness” smiles
toeing the spacious edge, hugging the cold nothing
blinded by tears of joy, surrounded by The One promising red tomorrows
naming the twinkle specks, sharing elemental life with my pencils.
And I, like Ophelia of ladies most estranged to love,
holding a phantom image in a mind that’s broken, holding on with a quivering hand
reaching for hearts desires in the darkness not even knowing how to tell.
How does love smell? How does it taste, how will I know The One
whose instincts understand the threaded bonds beneath the connection?
The current beyond the words? The One who speaks the charms?
Friend on the outer limits, on a different page, I’ve never even been invited in!
Listen Beyond the Words transmitting my distorted mind
Don’t speak of love as a squared off piece of a day scarcely reached,
an eternity in yonder sea of forever tomorrows
Don’t let souls grow ancient waiting until love matures
else at the moment we’d strain the life out of it
or let go the effort, send it floating in the arms of nil
Don’t keep to the safe limits when the deep end is reserved for you!
Be Here Now. Keep your faith in me and I’ll keep mine in you.
Be Here Now! breathe life into my world be my friend when I feel small,
swimming in a Universe of power when a dynamic duo is required to wield the power tools,
Reach beyond the words, they weaken in potency the moment they breath
Feel beyond emotions. Speak of love as possibility.
Charade dreams  w/ pictures, action, a movement, show me how I move you.

two translations of a song I wrote for my first novel. If the translation is incorrect please be kind because I translated it on an online site.

JAKANAN’S  song:

If you wish to think inward, think of anyone, or anything notice a depth of Ocean, the tide, the sea. Behold three beauties; one as the tide races la Luna’s call to wane and wax full her arms, two as Arial’s high skirts support the surf, the  sand and three their refuge as they dance for me.

WELSH: Ai ddeisyfi at dybied ‘n dufewnol , dybied chan hunrhywun , ai ddim sylwa ddyfnder chan Aig , ‘r aches , ‘r aig. Canfod ‘n dri dillynion hun fel ‘r aches cenhedloedd la Luna’s alw at wane a chwyra llonaid ‘i arennau , ‘n ddau fel Arial’s ‘n dal chyrrau atega ‘r beiston a dywod a ‘n dri ‘n hwy achles fel dawnsian ata.
LATIN: Sis reor penitus , recordor quisquam , vel quisquam animadverto profundum of Ocean , estus , profundum. Aspicio three decorus ; unus ut estus natio nationis la Luna’s dico decresco quod increbresco plenus suus telum , duos ut Arial’s altus velitatio suscipio superficies quod sand quod three suum refugium ut they tripudio mihi.

Feels like the morning when the sky rushed in
Vibrant currents red and low
brush the earth
blow streaks
glitter stars asleep
and the undertow
crunch the flowers at thy feet
Feels like the rhythm of Ra’s heartbeat
creeping up on gusty wings
tossing dust of earth
stretching arms color charms
and I to the woods to see
his streaks of silver touch the flowers
and wake them from their sleep.
Feels like morphic powers dawn
and Jupiter hung abreast
crimson Mars waft a passion throng
Lunar silver paint the sky a dotted night
Iridescent orbs catch me low
stir my spirit brush my toes
hang the night on Heavens door
kiss the flowers and put them to bed
and color tomorrow just once more.

You seem to Me blind to the truth within,  that one so exalted twists you inside out

that one such as Me could inhabit the Deus inside your shell.

Things to Me seem clear as day, that none but Me can ignite you

none but Me can entice you

none but Me can delight you

Dance if you want to. Shout until the day burns out, catch love so infectious as mine

You’ll never be the same, such is life when you inhabit My name.

Spirit within you screams to entwine My life to you,

Hold me in your blood until I flood.

Drain all things you held besides the truth.

The Deus inside coils your veins.

hold it until it seeps, bursts at the seams, let it flow, let it loose.

Let the Deus inside you swell.

To the one I adore sense the magic feel the lure
Touch Ra & breath him in sense love’s light radiate within
To the man I dream of at night sense no fear I do thee right
To lift you up support your dreams &
sense your breath in the space between
To know you once would be a charm
sense your love in open arms
To feel you with me here in the real
sense the deluge you make me feel
to come to me and take my hand & together
heal the fruit of this barren land
and be assured you love the same
walk with me here below, as above and don’t let go
sense my love for you fall like rain
To the one I adore…come join me again.

The Infinite Intelligence behind creation isn’t complicated it’s simple: Infinite Intelligence knows how do get things done. To get things done you need keys.

KEY ONE: Knowledge is power, but easier ways to accomplish goals are abundant. There are times when we must get to the library, but a search guided by purpose can gather more useful intell, rather than stockpiling heavy baggage in an already clouded mind. In place of knowledge use, mystic wisdom. Keep things simple and open to the third eye.
KEY TWO: Many people take the long road. The short road may not have the sights. How about the road to purpose? It’s the right length and is bordered with many colorful stimuli. “And I think to myself what a wonderful world” this magic hugs the road when we’re in capable arms, arms of a sweet leader who coaches us into and says, “Look? That star just flickered three times. Let’s ride it’s magic so we can get there quicker.”
KEY THREE: to get things done, I need light. In meditation ask The Inifnite Intelligence the source we are all plugged into, the source who created all things, to light the space around whatever the search is. A connection? A source? An answer? A personal quest? A road, a direction. If there seems to be a cloud, something isn’t clear, a haze, or a darkspace, Ask the Infinite to extend Light to the space behind and around what is unseen. Like a mirror the direction, the person, the source should become like a beacon.
I say should because charlatans hide in shadows as well.
Thus: A FOURTH KEY is needed: Positive energy. Love, Bliss, courage, a smile, a hug, encouragement and affirmations, peace, light, etc. These energies can speak. Something negative radiating, shows itself in the prickled spine. Many people ignore this. That’s ignorance not wisdom. Infinite Light should enlighten and build strength, should enclose with radiant arms of pure love, like a sunny breeze or a kitten kiss. Static and friction can light a fire, but pain and bloodloss is from war and that’s not creation. Follow bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls. Follow BLISS.
The Infinite Intelligence creates: Simply creates using simple elements: Fire, light, water, darkness, air and wisdom. Earth, wind, Love, bliss, a positive flow of well being comingled with a negative pull. Not negative like death and pain, negative like metamorphosis when a layer must be shed, when excess is pushed out creating new space for: abundant creation.

Mom noticed a birds heart on our doorstep this am. Howard, our super fat orange kitty left us a present of his affection. She remarked how love shows itself in weird forms. Did he leave the heart cuz we needed love? Did he leave a token to say I love you, thank you? Whatever the reason behind a cat setting aside tokens, be it showing off he did his job, showing love in his eyes meant leaving the best part for his people. He left the heart which is the best part. Maybe we needed it, maybe he prefers the voice box, but love from an animal is an unconditional giving love and its cool when a cat thinks beyond a human concept to give us the best part.

Love and the God’s bend low. Evolution and the world looks on.
Heaven and Love’s deep Blue, Cue the strings Again for the scene
Silent and the hero leans in, the air and her hair intoxicates.
Sweet and his swelled passion screams. Inhale and take some with him.
November Brisk and her rose on his lips, taints the air he sips.

Thick and heavy limbs stalled, love cut down and quick
Calumny and her words slammed doors
Mailed and the page caused wars.
Damned coward, stealing life from the poor.
Veiled emotion, but not today, rock solid loosens today.
He can taste her sway.
Shadows and past loves buried
Slurred vows and the crux is hollow
Yesterdays tucked under willows housed
Romance soured and a bloody mouth
Violence and thick serum drowns
Erosion and love dissolves
Moistened Drops of salty blues
Destroyed and the world looks on.

November stream and the clinging chill
Bruising anticipation, if time would refill
Waylaid desire waxed full
Imprisoned to the cold depths and cruel
Blinded and images fail
Sunrise and love burned off.
Slow, crimson throbs purple veins
Yesterday again regained as tainted as love can feel.
Walled and the bond withered Life struggled and he couldn’t breath,
Denied love flows un-slain, simmered, seared, eyes watered in vain
He’s warred and she’s un-warmed.
Beyond recognition, she fell
Back then the scene pulsed blue. He thought he knew.
Who can tell? Gutted pulse muddied eyes and dew.
Spirits and his mind was caught.
Never the same, not like it was, he’s changed and she’s not.
Succumb to the air and her stare, its just not the same.
Mending holds no time. Sorrow crumbles tomorrow,
trampled between the hardened now and what?
Beaten slaves never dance. Yesterday blurred and ruined chance
Velvet dirt and rain slathered, Yellowed cake dissolved and bitter
November holds winter at bay, waiting and the dawn of this day
Dreamt and she seemed so near. Held and she’s locked away.
Lust and love betrayed. Rhythm and the words fall still,
Thrust and resistance fails, skin shows how she feels,
Heat and cascading rush, Angel’s and breathe suspends
A moment and the waiting ends. Evolution as the world looks on.
Sunrise, cold, erosion and the feeling is gone.
Strength and the God’s bend low.

I heard a reference to my fellow Zen Gen’s being part of that cultic mindset where Christ is NOT reduced to one English word which Christians would rather build a monopoly around than actually WALK the oneness mind of The REAL SPIRIT OF CHRIST.

The worst name calling and compartmentalizing comes from religious hoarders who’d rather hate then consider… that Human Sexuality should remain a psychological study with more appropriate circles of discussion involving academic institutions and has no place whatsoever being brought up for discussion in my place of worship… I would like church to separate any acknowledgement to sexual orientation and not discriminate against any race, color, creed, disability, national or sexual orientation. Just like the job application. Jesus himself told Peter to keep his eyes on his own paper.

I seem to think that people’s going’s on should remain none of my damn business while my belief, my doings are my business.
Sticks and stones. If that’s a weird cult… So be it.
Nature hath filled our bellies so we can become quietly stilled.
We stop the us & them name calling and false ownership over resources that have been here longer than we humans will ever be!
Then we all Unite in prayer at One house where “who we should or shouldn’t be” gets laid at the Alter or the Door so The One Creator can become our focus.

We may be fearless fed up New Aged green people.
We may hug, dine with, sit next to and worship in the same sanctuary as people who don’t have it all together but what exactly is church?
Where is my sanctuary? Should it not be among the same people Christ ate with?
We believe that “God Police” don’t own a monopoly on The Creator nor do Americans own the Earth. Its our inheritance to cultivate…The Earth is The Lord’s and the fullness there of.
The same Spirit which was birthed into all mankind whether they acknowledge Him or not (with a single word or meow or woof) was placed there by The Same Creator of all life forms.
The Heart of worship takes place in uncluttered worlds that don’t crumble.
Gas sucking air polluting SUV’s are NOT a symbol of success or Freedom.
We trample human frailties for ring-tones & bootlegged DVD’s.
We choose not to partake of those things which pass away. All worlds built on vanity do fall away.
We don’t need Elves or flow charts on fiscal policy and Global infrastructure to tell us society’s plunder-some ravenous ideas threaten the future of human existence hung on a precipice we’ve caused.
Using our Great-Grandchildren’s inheritance as a landfill for our filth. Running our soil red with wasted life in bloody battles for resources created by Mother Earth, we somehow believe “we own!” Uh hello…God made oil and He that made it owns it!
Complaining that our children are born sick when we’ve sewn crops from bloody hands because we love things and use people. We believe in The God of liberation.
Sounds like Rome is burning!
Global Universal thinking refocuses our inheritance, walls us beyond destruction…because who are we to think we’re big enough to destroy One Universe? Do we think that cave men took time out of their greedy club hopping and woolly mammoth killing to hang the planets?
Union of many diverse practices of Worship, unleashed a flooding change.. Meditation upon The Creator of Our Universe transports us along the virtuous life into: stillness where we bow low to the Earth.
Do not murder our Saving Grace! One persons’ greed kills future generations. Nero. Hitler. The Demon Barber Sweeney Todd. Searched in darkness for his daughter; hidden from his hate. Blood thirst consumed, he killed his wife. Picture our Virginia Settlers long ago; marooned in a corn field; starving like idiots because they didn’t want to work. The hated Indians knew how to make cornmeal. Humans killed and enslaved their saving grace.
Salmons do not seek the river upstream for their way is the innate voice born into them. Fish don’t strive for the Ocean. They are BORN in their sustenance.
Why do humans, who’ve been given much more by the Creator, kill what is sought?
Thus, a collective few cultivate this moment, BE this moment, good or bad. Divinity shines through who we are in this moment. All realities born under vanity become hasty life surrounded by fog unwinding too fast to slow the hell down long enough to meditate. Right now, we are exactly where we are supposed to be. Then when its time to move the river just carries us like a Salmon. We have no hindrances.
We aren’t all monks blessed with ample time to sit Indian style contemplating our navels for the $$ to build our dreams. Tapping resources sheltered beyond plunder; we build through inner knowledge while walking our beliefs within our lives.
It’s tough to remember all the details of belief when that day comes when we just ain’t buying it. It’s hard to hold onto that shred of knowledge to keep from drowning when it’s a good theory that stalls out.
Ideas create action. Get to work, earn $$, continue growth, gain knowledge, keep learning, then use the last 3 hours to develop dreams just like everyone else.
This isn’t striving…this is being natural. Working, living, like normal people who take life serious enough to toil under Divine purpose. All we need is here in our midst if we Take the time to listen beyond our ideas about how God should’ve consulted us before he said so & so could be thus. Our eyes focus un-obstructed by what you chase if we…pull back our focus into our own faulty structure. How are we to put all our new success in a crooked rickety house?