Words

What if words could traverse
our destinies
for us?
‘language begets reality’
My teacher once said.
Sometimes its hard to pick up the pen.
My lips curl over my teeth to a clever grin.
Anchored in as I begin.
Have we forgotten
What it means
to live as the dream,
us awakened beings.
Now is the time for re-membering.
To pick up the pieces
of a puzzle left scattered about.
Move and twist the images
as we figure it all out.
Find a role
and know the keys you hold.
it is essential,
these codes we know.
I forever am bound to this flesh and my bones.
Forever, as I understand by this kind alone.
Human in form.
And God deserves a form.
Residing in the structure
an immortals decree.
Traveling at high velocity
And its purpose?
Service
Rotating on an axis
of above and below.
ahead and before.
Its Cyclical,
this optical illusion
of the space between,
The distance
to the primordial
knowing, We are Alive
As presence
Sacred Temples of the ascendant
Descendant to the plains of earth.
And an era time
which seperates myth from magic
And belief from creation
The hand from the form.
And yet we are not lost
and yet the new day lands at our feet.

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Warrior

To be a Warrior…
Is to foster and nurture the greatness in us all.
To allow energy- any energy,
to move freely through.
Without judgment or identity- placed.
Only in neutrality.
A warrior’s heart knows only purpose,
service, devotion to the vision, imagined
and conducted by a force that at times may seem so fleeting…
It too, unnamed, as the thoughts, the emotions
that flutter through.
The purposed warrior- in his service-
allows room for breadth,
a great magnitude of greatness
to be reflected within and without.
It is from neutrality of holding the space.
The space of direction-
passionate action,
which all can be encompassed within, fearlessly.
Stepping grandly, smartly, each stride covering immeasurable ground.
This warrior resists nothing
as all that is, can be, and will become
adds fuel to the fire.
The consuming flame
which pulses him
quickly, and sometimes- slowly
forward.
Continuing in the movement
and by his freedom.
By his ease and scope of ability
he shows others the path.
Stepping stones in quicksand,
for those who choose to see,
those who choose to hear.
And his heart is what carries him.
His heart is what beats the drum
of the knowing, of the purpose.
And he is eagle. He is freedom.
Positioned. Naked. At the frontlines of a battle
that softens as his eyes fall upon the truth.
The truth that seats him, steadily, unbiased
and unafraid.
The truth of his humanness-
of the immortality of Legend
and the fleetingness of Flesh.

Steady Walkin

Rather unflappable
More than unshakeable
Speak to the easy in me
Down this one way street
And talk with the pebbles
On a cobblestone path
Count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
I smile at the lamppost
Filling the ditches
With a soft glowing light
The wind is harsh
It moves the night

Greatful for the momentum
As she carries
Leaves
She winds her way
Through me
Inside me
Pushing me to somewhere
On this road to no where
It’s a lonely walk
No one to talk
To aside from the man on the corner
With a sign
That beckons abundance
But his feet take him no where
His voice, silent
Such sad eyes
And I wonder if he
Converses with the
Cobblestones
Or the lamplight
Filtering through
The trenches

He glances in my direction
and I catch the corner of his sad eye
He compliments my beauty
and I wonder is it just alchemy?
An exchange given meaning only by the tone
A dollar here, a dollar there
to get to where?
I only have a 20
and I walk by with a sigh.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
To deny..

I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
maybe eternity.
maybe infinity
Or maybe just to BE
ME

Cleansed

I stopped to check my breathing
while my soul wandered else where.
Pulling up memories
rooted in graves
long unkempt.
I am grateful
to allow resistance to fall away.
Letting emotions roll through
as the tides pulled by the moon.
What haunts the body and spoils the mind
drowning in a journey
that most have left unsaid.
I am still- as my heart races.
Fluttering as the fractals,
the visitors that come to assist
the cleansing of the essence
of all I have lived.

Awakening to the Dream

Awakening to the dream
Any Dream
To which you Will.
Never been more grateful to be alive.
Funny, what happens when shapes collide.

Surreal?
Indeed
this lucid dream.
Potential exists
for full capacity
to expand my life
expand my heart
to encompass
this love I have found.
Keep me centered-
my feet on the ground.

Coyote Came Home

coyote
Coyote came home
And laughed with me
I got lost in his levity.
The rhythm of his
I want to know.

Teach me on a softer wind
A bit shaken,
As fear creeps in.
Caught up in your force
Light of heaven in your eye
Twinkles behind a grander lie.
And I balk at darkness
And wander close to edges where I fear entrance to
Dancing in this primal dance,
Orchestrated only by the source
Equal to- and only of my own force.
Where is will?
Where I feel drowned in cautions lonely grip
Displaced again
A child’s sin
Innocent – what is within.

Have you forgotten where your path is lain
Forgotten the tide has changed?
Remember now, upon release
Wolf comes out of this slain sheep.
Survival makes you bear your teeth
Blackness- it is sure to creep
Into your own
within the bone.

Do you know the tone?
Of which they played
In realms you hear
Amplifying fear…
Simplify to switch the gear.
Condense thought to number now
Mathematics on this ground
Geometry, it beckons you
You know the key bestowed to you?
Pristine energy of the core?
Washed upon your golden shore
Been here before?
What’s familiar
Is the resounding shutter
of the death of all you once have known.

The Art of One

Striding planets far-
Motion of devotion.
Carries you on wings
A flight, you see
From the grandest heights.
Forgiven in gratitude of where I am
And that I breathe
The breath of life
Into flesh
Into being
Into rythm
To be danced
An endless dance
Where mind gets stuck on simplicity
Catch the wave and come with me
I hear you
Entered into worlds anew
She stands awaiting you.
Wanting you to join her on this cosmic ride.
Will yourself to join her there
Don’t waste time too precious
To even be a facet…
Meditation of time
Meditation of tone
Meditation of form
Focus shift
Create again
Not from- has been-
Here.
This is what your doing.
Come now speak to me.
I will write for you
Scribe for you
Lay down my identity
As its weight is small
Fast to purify the body
Fast to purify the mind
Sleep well and hunger less.
Protocol deepens as your still
Take on behold.
Complete your needs-
met with grace and ease.
Presented to the Livened form
being forward,
holding strong.
Empty me of death
And anger
Demanifest reminders of what was
Bring myself to art of One.