Kiss The Flowers

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.

Deus Inside

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.

deus ex machina

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.

EVOLUTION

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.

The God Police

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.

Come find me

Forsaken Bride to; a shipwrecked Captain, longing for a love buried by the Sea. Windy serenade hurled fast on open doors. Hasten the fall with spoils dredged for a cure. Poseidon caresses his Beloved’s shores, pressure foams and laps a crashing love, tossing the clumsy end over, fading the scum to the floor, leaving nothing in the way.
Soft has left the Earth plunder fills the rest. My failed yesterdays strut a wake of spent measures. Love Rhymes learned from chamber pots where catalogues of un-tapped pleasure lose luster quickly, failing trembled speech. Salty recollection streaks untainted cheeks.
We love and lose intactness, for in love lies death of one.

What if

Wrapt by music, held in swaying tune.
Nothing fades days but La Luna’s moon.
Ra peeks yellow streaks, stilled by The Arms that still.

Vacant cells fading back slow, rumbled rhythm spells fall black.
365 blocks tick off life in such a way as stress can dress.
Precious 12 Tomorrows, tripping footsteps out of breathe.
Deaf yesterdays blaze naïve direction with sullied recollection.
Castles crumble, flickering wicks smolder, crying by the fire.
“Alas I wish I’d raised a noise when oppression hovered o’er!”
Wisdom’s voice foreshadowed brilliance muted by choice!
As if, screaming yesterdays spent, could lie in ruin undertow?
Drowning creation far removed from “some days” overflow.
What if I remain un-swayed, casting boxed in ages o’er the sea?
Lay Triton’s royal slumber with measured worlds yet besieged?
What if I abandon lack of time lifestyles, rushing to and fro?
What if aged crumbles of illness delude Identities purpose?
What if my only limit is the skin suit housing sacred Spirit’s?
What if immortal worlds asleep hold creation power?
I could walk this measure, breathing Shakespeare top full.
Liberate the Slave with Michelangelo’s tools.
See the Mona Lisa color Da Vinci’s eyes.
Feel Bach’s passion compose the Navy skies?
Leave time to hands more capable and stay untimely wrapt.

“What If” placed as an Editors Choice in the International Poetry Contest for Creativity & Originality.

EROSION ii

Yesterday’s hero stripped to the core needed less now than ever before. Whatever Phantom occupies those russet crowns, faintly drains your Watery Downs. Dredge thy deepened hull swollen full of secrets twined. Lives of yours and mine, ghoulish years darken doors between now and who we were before. Long caught in the gust of each other and at once a depth you dare not utter.