HEART TO HEART

Heart to heart we communicate
in a tongue unknown
to the waking mind
descend sweet sleep
descend
that I may know my love, again

ITS NOT UP TO US

Its not up to us
feeble ego-beings that we are
no, its not up to us
our destinies are controlled
determined by stars light years afar
distant, unimaginable in their existence
shooting their rays of love
penetrating our mortal beings
guiding from far above
divine mysteries below

DARK MAN

in the woods behind your house
lies a sanctuary, a refuge
there, a dark man lurks
on its edge he emerges
searches...

you tread warily but
your scent on the nite air, gives you away
suddenly, you are caught from behind
in the darkness, my hands explore
your warm supple body
you yield, surrender to a lover's embrace
we sink to the warm earth
wet and moist
intertwine in reckless abandon
love's labors peak, exhausted we lay
damp, in each other's arms...

slowly, the moon rises
her soft light cast all about

I AM NOT MYSELF

I am not myself anymore
he that I was
is like a brother, a cousin to me
yea, I know him well
but I'm not myself anymore

there is a distance between us
we hardly speak
seems as if he is a drone
and I...
hatched from a shell

I'm just not myself, anymore

REVOLUTION

I'm off to join the Revolution
its all about a Natural State
the State of Innocence
by devotion to the Divine Spirit within
comes a mind, Natural and True
unshadowed by reflection or ulterior designs
devoid of ego or ambition
the Spirit that runs thru all things rules
Creation evolves moment to moment
in accord with the will of Heaven

I'm off to join the Revolution
where Spontaneity and Inner Certainty
walk hand- in- hand, heaven on earth

THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES

I saw the look again

caught it in your eye

just a flash, a moment gone bye

but you can't hide what's in your soul

you can't deny that over which

you have no control

when you are loved by someone

deep and true

when your souls connect, merge

its really not up to you

anyway, I love you

beyond all time, beyond all rules

I love you

because I've seen your soul looking out at me

when it gathered itself in your eyes

BELIEVE IN DREAMS

I love the little girl in the woman
oh, its no doubt
the woman is beguiling, intriguing
but its the little girl
the one who believes in dreams
the little girl
the one who is joyous
whose voice trickles and leaps
like a cascading mountain stream
it will always be the little girl
who embraces life whole-heatedly, magically

ON THE TRAIL OF THE SACRED

On the Trail of the Sacred following Subtle markers
we travel a path, you and I, laid down
in an Ancient Riverbed

Man once lived in the Subtle Realm (Garden of Eden)
but expelled himself by the act of choosing Ego-Consciousness
(The Tree of Knowledge) over communion with God
Ego-Consciousness is an addiction providing the illusion of control
Only by SURRENDER can Man gain re-entry into the Subtle Realm

Now, once again, our attention is focused on Vibrational Frequencies
by which the Subtle Realm reveals itself
only those with eyes to see know of its existence

As Spiritual Beings, aware of our own Subtle Body
the "physical world will gradually fade away."
                                                        Ram Butler

ENJOY THE NOW

Enjoy the moment while it lasts

then let it drift...

drift away into the past

as one moment fades into the mist

an eternity of moments rise and fall

in every end, a New Beginning

like the ocean's tide the Creative sends into motion

moment after moment

after...

RETURN

Love cannot be destroyed

not once and for all

it keeps on coming back

Return

each moment holds a secret awaiting discovery

like waves of a tide lapping upon the shore

each wave a treasure continually renewing

forever returning...

TIME

Time, as we know it
is but a staging point
for destinations we birth ourselves
realms beyond, reserved for the bold
archetypes, patterns yet untold
where imagination defines the way
we penetrate the realm of archetype
and order the Primal Patterns
to our own desires
we become the Pattern Maker
no longer content to be puppets
of Olympian gods
but such a herculean task
must begin in matter, in mud itself
spiritual ideas are fine
but Earthen Realities Rumble

BETRAYAL

Once your heart gives birth
to love pure and true
once you submit to its ancient wisdom
allowing it to nourish you
tenderly it leads and
your life is forever changed
it may turn you inside-out
challenge your most time-honored beliefs
its heart that brings you blessings
heart that puts a knowing smile upon your face
but for all its Beauty, for all its Truth
no matter how joyous we may feel
its heart we betray

we return to that shallow way
that has no depth, no soul
that shallow way that knows not passion
that shallow way, halting in step
freezes in fear
in trepidation calculates

give it no thought tho
we mortals have not eyes to see
our metaphysics, reason, protects us
instills in us a sense-common
which denies seeing and being
its only Nature's Child, God's holy child
that defies reason
but not
no, not you and me

MOTHER EARTH

"Out of the darkness, the chaos of time
The whirlwind gave birth to the Mother sublime...

The dark empty void and the vast barren Earth
With anticipation, awaited the birth...

She birthed once again from her cavernous room,
And brought forth, the Children of the Earth"
      from the Origin Story set in a Sacred Cave
      the Womb of the Earth, THE LAND OF PAINTED CAVES
                                                                   Jean Auel

LOVE WHISPERS

Things left unspoken, unsaid

if they be of love

cause the universe to skip a beat

erupt, corrupt, so every chance you get

whisper softly, I love you

MOMENTS PAST

There are moments in life
that we wish we had back
to re-live in a different way
to bring more Grace to bear
upon that given moment in time

wuld that we culd
but Fate wuld have it, otherwise
so what knowledge we may have gained
we must apply to the present moment in time
afterall, it's the only liveable moment

FATE

Rise above fate

let the wind at your back, emanate

from your own Inner Being

from the fire that is in your heart

wind...waves of heat radiate

creating order on earth

in accord with the will of heaven

fulfilling your deepest dreams

IN PASSING

In passing we meet

but only in sweet sorrow

for in our embrace

the seeds of departure

MOONLIGHT

Moonlight crawls thru my window
and creeps between my sheets
her skin is soft and pale
aglow
she casts shadows, spinning
on the ceiling
her touch is as warm water
on a cool nite
the curtains flutter, clouds drift by
till we meet again...

LOVER'S HEART

Somewhere in the darken corner
of a lover's heart
lies dormant a divine spark
spontaneously ignited, this a lover's heart
illuminates the world

ANCIENT RIVERBED

The path I walk follows an ancient riverbed
sometimes there are tracks laid down in a distant time
otherwise, the only tracks left behind are mine
destination unknown, unimportant
the path emerges one step at a time
its not wise to look ahead
or behind
one step, one step at a time

RAINY NIGHT IN AUSTIN

it rained in austin town last night
i lay with my back hard-pressed
against the doorway of my downtown suite
the finest in sidewalk accomodations
rivulets of water swirled around and under me
my cardboard mat turned to sponge
remembering when rain on a tin roof
was a luxury to sleep by
my eyes shut tight, searching
for the beauty in austin rain tonight

CLOUD OF UNKNOWING

Our preoccupation with so-called reality sends
deep-soul into hiding
we create a veil, a fabric of illusion that hides soul
"we, ourselves, become rigid, thick...our personalities, flat"
                                                             Thomas Moore

To wake-up "we must follow the lead of deep soul."
An opportunity for Awareness presents itself
WHEN THINGS GO WRONG, don't turn out as we hoped
We immediately work hard to "make things right"
instead, we should allow ourselves to follow the lead,
to be "shocked into awareness by tradegy or failure."
                                                      Thomas Moore

Awaken!  don't plod ahead on the familiar path
that led to our demise
The lesson escapes us if we persist in repeating the same pattern
doing the same thing over and over...

     It may be more important to be AWAKE
     than to be successful.  Thomas Moore

WITHER ON THE VINE

a man who has no compassion
lest he awaken thru arduous personal suffering
'tis his fate to wither on the vine