poetry

Great mother of all things,
take this pain
that I have held
for so
so
long.

Why I was clutching it
I can't remember,
but I don't want it
any more.

But I can't trust anyone else
to take this sadness
and anger
and transmute it.

More love in my heart
for this Family
of all life
than could ever be written
in pale letters
of console text.

There is no comparison
to the way I feel
when I am with you:
It is connection
with the communion
that is the divine.

Coming together
is a sacred ritual
and it makes any tavern
into a holy temple.

{For ANKARETH, whatever and wherever you may be}

It is not only
because I feel alone
that I want to find you.

It is not just because
I am looking for lips
to touch
or a heart
to share my own with.

It is not only because of the rain
of my tears
which you could catch,
purify,
and drink.

Now
it is you...

You are different
from the other queens,
I cannot say exactly how
but it is there,
and there
it
is!

You have that essence
that moves something
inside of me,
but it is very different
from the other times
I have encountered
someone
just
like
you.

Damn.

Things to do today:

-Clear my energy field (Done).

-Talk to the buddha (Done).

-Save the world (Done).

-Heal everyone I know (Almost Done).

-Help create new independent media for the new paradigm.

-Go relax, have a bowl of soup, a glass of wine, watch baseball, and meet my wife for the first time.

The mother of all things,
how beautiful,
how sacred,
how splendid is She!

Look upon Her compassion,
Her sacrafice,
Her creation:
All life
and all that is!

She is loving,
concieving,
carrying,
birthing,
raising,
and leaving Us
for the other worlds
all at once!

Why can't I stop myself
thinking
all of these things
that are beyond thinking?

What is it
about your face
that I constantly am struggling
to remember?

What is this plan,
this destiny,
that is brewing,
bubbling away
into an overcooked stew?

Unfocus
your eyes
so you can see
the music.

Make Now
wider
so you can feel
more of it.

Music is instant.
There is no thinking,
there is only the letting go
and drinking in.

Release it all
to the Beloved,
and drink down
to the depths
of your own soul.

It's all
true!

Anything
and everything
that you could ever dream
is true
and becomes
creation!

Without peace
inside,
there is only war
outside.

Without love
for self,
there is only suspicion
and resentment
in this world.

Without forgiveness
for your own deeds,
there can never be
any such thing
for any
other
being.