to woman is given the honor
of perserving the Hermetic Vessel
it has been said that she, herself, is the Holy Grail,
of this, tho, there can be no doubt:
the feminine is yielding, receptive, nourishing
and most importantly, life-giving

of the sexes she is more in touch with her instincts
the holder of powerful psychic energies
in her lies the Redemptive the Transformative

A New Day
the Sun like moonlight hiding behind buttermilk clouds
walking thru Ramsey Park
i am struck by mothers with their children
at play

an awareness comes over me of how devoted moms are
and what values escape into our world
thru their children at play
purposeless unstructured and spontaneous

some mothers stand and watch
while others converse
but some, are in-drawn and aloof
not fully engaged in the moment at hand
and thus losing its value
what really stands out tho
is how open and unguarded children are
bringing, as a gift, into our world
completely spontaneous unfiltered moments
a glimpse into the sacred

lets, ourselves, remain open
unstructured
lest we miss moments like these

it is said that awareness

is the state of being conscious that you are conscious

but in this awareness there is a paralysis

as Narcissus is mesmerized by his own reflection

he is struck and stuck by and in his own projection

a mirror reflects only an image not substance, itself

if we are to break this trance of limited consciousness

(like we do every nite when we dream)

we must cultivate divinely inspired moments

seize the moment when there is a fissure in the fabric of experience

when the unconscious breaks thru the conscious threshold

revealing itself as a doorway to lucidity

in short, our task is to become aware of the unconscious

enough with the conscious that you are conscious realization

(automatic writing and drawing, active imagination

meditation, lucid dreaming and keeping a dream journal

all are techniques to break the tyranny of consciousness)

the unconscious can be stirred just by seeing images in clouds adrift

so easy a child can do it

time to bring the unconscious into the Light of day

"Love never dies a natural death
it dies because we don't know how to replenish
its source
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals
It dies of illness and wounds
It dies of weariness of withering of tarnishing"

Anais Nin

out of the ashes of Twin Towers
rises a NEW EDEN
for the old (York) has passed away

we are yet in the midst
unable to behold (NEW EDEN)
for our eyes are clouded by chaos's dust

our nostrils filled with its repugnant stench
its fall its demise surrounds us

obscuring not only our vision

but our imagination

nonetheless the twisted-tortured skeletal relics
will not give birth to a new industrial behemoth
a post-modern futuristic Transformer

rampaging raping the earth

and its indigenous peoples

No, Never again

We the People have before us
the task of re-creating pre-linguistic primeval relations

with the Natural Order the Natural World

from which emerge
a New Myth a New Story of Origin...

a NEW EDEN

What a gift is baby Kenadie
she awakens in us humility, grace
and Spiritual Awareness
born only a fraction of normal size
medically a Primordial Dwarf
in Truth she is God's Angel
sent to startle to seize
awe and amaze awaken the gift that is Life

in her as in Baby Jesus
a miracle is born
sent to transform Life as we know it

Innocence

i wander the barren landscape
of this concrete jungle
where among poets at least
being homeless serves as initiatory rites
to the awakening of the unconscious

my Soul is nourished by heavenly Angels
the Light is within me
the Spirit walks beside me

The Rapture is now...
uplifted in the present moment

in the here and now

The biblical story of Martha and Mary:

While Jesus was visiting their home, Martha was concentrating on preparing a meal and undertaking other household duties, but she was unhappy with her sister Mary who was apparently doing nothing but listening to the invited visitor. She grew increasingly agitated with the situation until she could not hold back any further. She approached Jesus to express her concerns over Mary's lack of work effort, but to her surprise Jesus was not at all sympathetic to her argument. "Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part which will not be taken away from her" (Luke 10:38-42).

one side of my face
warmed by the overhead sun
the other
cooled by a gentle breeze
what pleasures whose gifts
are these

how long have you been
blowin thru the trees
like some unspoken message
rustlin the leaves