Awakening to the silvery pillows of silence

In my mind I am quite

In my heart I am Alive

I am. I am Alive.

In my soul I am ablaze in the radiance of the God flame.

To be is to be.  There is no question.

There is no escaping it.

There is no understanding it.

To do so is to mistake the map for the territory,

the finger for the moon.

You can’t eat a picture of delicious food,

all it does is make you more hungry.

Is is, from now within eternity.

In you and me are the rocks and the trees.

Last night I dies a man.  This morning I am reborn as god.

In the experience of the I am there is nothing

temporal because there is never a beginning.

No search.  No end.

There is only is.

Arise Alive

Arise alive my soul rises over the earth

Arise alive wings on my back, light on foot

Whatever does an Angel’s footprint look like

A windswept kiss upon a child’s rose taut cheeks

Whispering forgiveness upon the earls of the condemned

Or a blessing of death to a wounded heart

Murmering eyes of tattered love

Angels be near

Angels be near

Whisper in my ear

So that I might hear

Your eternal voice

Calling me closer

Forever beckoning me

Into the arms of the Lord

Calling me home to the ground of my creation

The Salivation of my Salvation

The eternal expression of the I am presence

That is you. That is me.

That is your divine exhalation in manifest form.

May I know this today in the moment

And awaken unto you.

Amen.  Amien.  I am all beings.

Am I, I Am.

Am I?             I am.

Am I?        I am.

Am I?    I am.

Am I? I am.

Am I-I am.

Am I, I Am?

Am I, I Am.

Am I I Am.

AmIIAm.

Am I-I Am.

Am I, I Am.

Am I?     I Am.

Am I?           I Am.

Am I?                I Am.

Am I?             I Am.

Am I?       I Am.

Am I? I Am.

Am I, I Am?

All One

All One

Alone

We are ultimately alone

I feel alone

Alone, but infinitely connected

Alone.  All One

One, why does it fucking have to be one

It is so goddam l-one-ly, lonely, being just one

One in the infinite space that is my being

Alone in the darkenss

Alone in the infinite space that presides in my being, that is my being

Never ending.  Never really beginning

All one in the darkness.

A poet with his pen…

A poet with his pen sets mind afire

Blazing the houses of forgotten slumber

In the brilliant allure of truth’s caress

And twilight’s release.