Old Shack in Paia c '97 yfr
CHRYSALIS
"CHRYSALIS"
I feel a tide coming forth, Someone is calling me.
Out of my sleep..Thru the filtered light,the Self will know....
When it is time....for the Awakening. It seems alone....
One drifts in the cacoon. One does not think
Or know of...flame. One sleeps....
Cares not for worldly things. The heart is pure....sweet......
Safe! The Mind...fragrant. Then the Guardian is close.
Insisting on the Chrysalis. It must happen you know....
For one must come to believe...in Miracles.
One must break thru, for wings must fly...
But I'm afraid and unresigned. The tide is cold....
Could crush this fragile moth, on whose designs....
The Dance....becomes...a FLAME; I would remain...
Forever unresolved. But when the moment comes....
One must break thru.....and borne to Light....
Receives the Angel's Wings. No more
The painful blinding sting...when one is strong enough
To bring it thru. For it is....thru inner devotion,
That the silent, genuine Self.....dissolves and moves the tides,
Opens the door...and frees...this eager Chrysalis.
"THE GOODNESS OF GOD"
What is the meaning of a life without challenge?
Painful though it is to grow up, we can manage it!
How great the gift we will inherit, when we learn the simple truth...
Then have the courage and faith, to bear it.
For God, our friend, still waiting for our love,
Delights in every gift we offer up;
Will gather every soul...devoted to lovingness.
So beautiful is God, and such a friend,
Allowing us free will, and all the time and space
We need to spend...so that at last,
We'll comprehend...that Goodness...so profound, unending....
Never learned from books, or by pretending...
Known only by the presence of It's Natural Essence, that
Through It's Perfect Love extending,
Affords...our menial mind and heart....the chance....of rendering.
"MOTHER"
Mother, I remember you....
Venomous beast of the underworld...
Spouting untimely truths, to a world obese
And glutted already, with philosopher's volumes.
Yet you, a mere female, bravely plunged into your mind,
Bringing up the bouncing baby of pure wisdom.
The world was not ready yet, for such simple genuosity
Nor were you, in your false vanities engaged,
Able to present it with love....
Thereby defeating the purpose of your vision.
But I....in these miserable times,
Have found a way to victory....thru caring...
While puffed egos, float meaninglessly away....
Only to dissolve in trite affections.
I didn't know then, what it would mean now....
And even though you walked a path that shamed me...
I truly honor you, oh Mother dear....a beacon in your day...
And I pray for you, even tho,
You never taught me to pray...
You hard assed bitch!
You didn't sit upon that bench for years in vain,
For you defined, in your authentic way,
For all the world to see.....
The path on which all souls are slain, and
I am wiser now than I would be,
No engenue perhaps, but an enlightened being,
So gratefully eclipsing, though disenchantedly,
The shallow pits....That in the hubris of her youth....
She grimly shared with me.
"SONG FOR MY SHINING BROTHER, pt 2"
I can't deny that you are here, saturating
Every dimension with your blessed grace,
Revealing merciful Fate's movements
To their inevitable spaces, unraveling...
The obvious obstacles and earned rewards.
I am with you, within all places.
Where you flow....I, seeking council, go...
Awakening through you, in undulating
Waves of patterns ingrained...alive and feeling.
We are moving freely, together....everywhere...
We, in harmonious ringing,
Simultaneously clear,
Unite in truth and fantasy, define...
The healing wholeness of
So ancient a love we share.
Through your protective succorance...
Allowing divination, the hidden ear,
Instantly, renders, all mysteries clear.
Can sextant or Captain's compass match
Such accuracy, to tell a truer truth than that...
Sustaining eye perceiving thru,
Illusion's vaporous facade....
Intact.....exact....expanding...It reveals,
The porousness that form has saved,
So those who read the signs, can be aware...
What secret motives, hearts,
Clandestinely may bear.
The possibilities, so mysteriously unfolding,
We realize we are tended carefully
By Guardians, hoping
Our emerging perception,
Will in this lifetime be evoking,
The enlightened precious Soul to showing...
What is Peace, and what.... is perfect Loving.
"UNWED MOTHER'S PAY"
My sweetheart and I, took to the soil,
And in my garden, planted young
A tree whose bark was not yet formed,
And made a vow, while Spring looked on...
This is our tree, and in it grows,
A soul who yearns to learn of love;
As it grows, it's leaves will glisten
As it leans so hard to listen.
It will learn to love,...in loving it will grow,
Into a tree where blossoms handsome bend.
This is our vow!"
Eternity before us sought another end
For soon our tree it's blossoms bore,
And leaves became a shady home,
Where chairs, now rusty, sit alone.
My love has found another glen, and
Sentiment must seek a stable
Where it starved....begins to rot....and
Lays it's head, where yesterday forgets.
But still, our tree
With each year grows in strength
As it bends it's branches always closer
To the shutters of my windows, which remain....
In silence....open....but no one comes.
The Sun that once danced high across the sky,
Now seldom stops to smile it's beams....
Across the sagging breasts of floor....
My dreams within an oil lamp beg drying wick.
The shallow belly drains into a flame....
Soon curls,and dies....but no one comes....
To help Time, bury me....
"DREAM VISION"
Reaching out, I am returning
Though not alone... but comforted
By my Shining Brother
Whose large starry back, and warm
Breezy voice, have guarded
This place for me.
Beckoning, He lets me wander
In His expansiveness,
Thru rooms that labyrinth out....
There, ancestors abide my madness.
I had been banging around,
Lost and longing for clarity...
I needed desperately to find
Some tangible proof...
I really am the ME I think I am.
Not some inconvenient truth...
Not a useless appendage tacked onto life...
I wanted to express the joy of living.....
Their vengeance was confusing...
I looked away refusing....
To believe their sabotage and lies.
Within the staggering emptiness,
I reached for healing....
Feeling bruised and bleeding....
But,... I am still alive!
Though mocked and blasphemed
My Faith is strong as a beam.
Inspired as the nectar exudes.
It's more fragrant than ever.
It inspires hope forever..... for,
The individual grows, more than fingers and toes,
As Ancestors reveal...thru their echoes and dreams.....
What choices come within reach of the soul...
If I choose just for fun, trying not to stumble...
Arrogance will present the bill...
I'd much rather prove, that the real Truth so true...is,
There's no greater life than this!
It's our attitude only, that makes and creates...
What Paradise, becomes and is.
"CAN WE ARIZE....?"
Can we arise to understand
What causes alienation in our land?
Can we perceive thru cloud and fog...
The network of our fibers wholly formed?
We are the earth Itself, and also
Can be borne!
One in spirit, heart and mind,
More than a species can define.
We are the earth and always one.
Conceived in a mind so great that none,
Can fathom, 'til...the flesh is dropped
And only clothed in Sun....
Then will we recognize at last
The Mansions of the Lord, Behold...
The layers of existence old
Define a decency encoded
In our immortal soul,
For we are not alone at all.
But lucient beings designed, and
Cared for always.
To see and hear all things, one must resolve,
To open up the heart and feel what's real.
The virtue of our human life is borne,
When we can put aside our greed, and Need for power....
Now we let the heart take part in all decisions,
That present before the Halls of Natural Law.
We can, with kindness,
Show our feelings...can allow,
Free will to choose, once and for all....
To express the wholesome Humanity,
We are created for.
"WHERE IN THE HOLLOWNESS DO I RESIDE...?"
Where in the hollowness do I reside?
Floating numbly with the tides....
The laughing leaves, wreathe in the breeze
I feel the calmness...soothing peace.
Alone, but not without a friend,
The Guardian stirs the gentle wind.
The sense of ages wafting new...
The child with FAITH, will see all through.