Category: Art

Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.  Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Tick.  Tock.  Tick, tock

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

Tick tock tick tock

So goes the search for the cessation of our suffering

It’s cessation

And the suffering of our search once more

The sublime intimacy of being alive

Awakening to the moment.  Now, now, now and again.

Awakening to yourself born in each moment.

Born for the first time.  Born in eternity.

Water like softness I’ve never heard

The sweet caress of the mornings twilight

I awake in you.  Consumed by you.

You, You are eternal and sublime

Each night I awake and there you are on the other side

The sweet primordial womb of God’s creation

The vast darkness that is still and potent with action

The sea of bliss, flowing eternal across the landscape of mind, soul and bodily creation.

Sling your arrows and let them penetrate deep into my flesh so that I may realize that I am touched by all forms of manifest being, regardless of my conceptual ideals of its desired form.

I am loved by all things as they touch my being and whisper in my ear, Grow and be one with me.  You are loved.  You are one with all things.  You are, in fact, the very process of love discovering itself.  So bow your head and whisper back at the pain you suffer, blessings, thank you for touching me and helping me realize I am.

I believe in a truth of my own accord.

A story of a world where reality is infinitely malleable and alive within the direct response to our own consciousness.

I believe that truth is inescapable. No matter the choice, there is always the felt response of our consequence and the reality we create.

I believe that order and chaos is no more radical that 2 or 1, yin and yang.

The cycle of birth and death is no larger than the moment of breathing in and breathing out.

There is only this moment.  Now, and now, and now. . . Recreated in each moment as this moment.

It’s all good. . . or rather

Is Is all good. 

Being is good.

Being.  Oh, just to be.

The felt presence of being.

The radial feeling of being.  Just being.

Being alive. 

Being, like water flowing from structure to structure be-coming what that structure creates.

So is the dance between our consciousness and the world we create.

Reality is alive, the moment is now, and you are at choice in the world we create.

Now go play and be good with one another and heaven will be at our fingertips. 

Pure Unadulterated Fearless Joy

The Pure pleasure of being alive. 

Allowing all of our cells to open to life and soak in the experience of the moment.

A trepid fear pulsating inside as we find balance and begin to soar, arms outspread as if we could fly,

Knees scraped and elbows bleeding from recent trials,

Leaning our head back to soak in this moment of life and find a single snowflake landing on our tongue.

The collision of experience is too much to contain and like a cosmic cocktail that imbibes our soul, it pushes our very being to the edge of sanity.

I say loose it!  Burst inside, Dance, Laugh, Sing, Giggle..

Feel the Unadulterated Yes of being alive, not because life is safe,

But because you are Alive and are Living it.

Pit patter Tap – Chung, Chung, Chung

Echoes the vibration of my heart

Always reaching grasping striving

To attain what it already is…Love

Like a dry ocean trying to regain the forgotten essence of its wetness

So one heart searches into another for the fulfillment of love

The heart gives love, Period.

It is its very function, asking no change in return

By the very process of loving, we are Love

And satiate the very quest for its search

By being that which we seek.

O Goddess, my goddess

In eternal beauty you uplift my form to its highest place

O Goddess, my goddess

Your beauty radiates thru the vessel of your flesh

As it sings a song of peace to the untamed heart within your soul

O Goddess, my goddess

In your eyes is the wisdom of ages that penetrate the depth of my being

And calls forth the god being within me

O Goddess, my goddess

I die in you and am reborn in you.

For you are the vessel of the divine

By your very nature you evoke depth beyond depth

Clarity in the light of darkness

I do not write poetry

No symbol no letter no verse

All I can do is be still and listen

Only there can one hear the echoing of God’s voice in the night

Whispering forever, I am here

With you now.  With you always.

With you, as you, now and forever.

Awake and Alive I bow to the morning winds, for today they are my teacher.

Cool currents run across my neck and dance a wave of shiver that awakens me to the present.

The mornings are different today.  The trees bare their naked roots and blanket the earth to keep her warm for the winter.

The air is crisp and poised as it penetrates my layers.  Not by force, but by advancing through yielding to my very form.  Like quicksand, it enters every space I do not fill.

A gust of wind stokes the fire and brings alive embers of slumber from warmth before.

Together with sacrificed limbs of an approaching winter, the flame comes alive in a dance with the advancing wind.  

Where it advances, the fire yields.  And in its retreat, the fire advances. A delicate dance that imbues life into the elements of change.