Time marches on
as seen by passers-by
but, in this holy moment
Creation begins and ends
in the blink of an eye

That man is richest
whose pleasures are cheapest

Henry David Thoreau

of Love true and practical
I know it can't be
but for a moment
my heart soared again
alive and free...

but now all resettles
into that stagnation
that is reality...

Beyond Original Sin
is Original Innocence
man's True Reflection, True Being
if we should ponder
then should we not seek the Source
dwell not in the Shadow of Evil
but bask ye in the Light of Truth

with modesty and reserve, the wanderer
side-steps the onslaught of the material world

Mah-to-tah-pah, war chief of all the Mandans
and Mah-to-te-ha, the shaman
smoked together in the Medicine Lodge
and their warriors rushed to douse them with water...

i went to Buckweats this morning
eagerly anticipating a healthful experience
but, they asked me if i was an owner
and unwilling to submit to filthy accusations
i walked out, preserving my integrity

I own but a few things
i am not bound by ownership
freely, i roam the broad plains
following the straight and narrow

everything you own owns you
You have to care for it, store it.
It becomes an appendage...
If you are burdened by these things
and they become the center of what you have to do to live,
is that really positive?

Dr. Mary Grigsby, "The Voluntary Simplicity Movement"

i love you
beyond even my own desire
i love you
press no claims upon you
i love you, as you are

We would like to be quiet, but our restlessness will not allow it.
Hence we believe that for us there can be no peace except in a
life filled up with movement and activity, with speech, news
communication, recreation and distraction. We seek the mean-
ing of life in activity for its own sake.

Thomas Merton

There is a perverse form of contemporary violence (that is) activism and
overwork... The rush and pressure of modern life are a form of violence. To
allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to
surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to
want to help everyone in everything, is to succumb to violence. The frenzy
of our activism neutralizes our work for peace. It destroys our inner
capacity for peace.

Thomas Merton

In Love

all things are beautiful
In Love
all things are possible
is there any reason, not to be
In Love

looking upon
a gray-haired, little ole lady
my vision reconfigures
and i see a smiling, care-free child

in mindless delight
i poison myself
with a greasy cheeseburger
fries and a coke

once you've been wounded
cut to the core
endured the dark nite of the soul
yet kept your heart open
vulnerable
then and forever more
you feel others pain
as your own
you bleed and continue to bleed
every traumatic event is a re-play
of your own wounding
deep pain is transformed into deep empathy
empathy evokes Sacrifice and thus, healing
for it is thru Sacrifice that the Holy Spirit is summoned
and only Spirit can heal the world

in seeing with Light
the Kingdom manifests

see you an angel
when you gaze upon woman so fair
see you an angel...

spirit manifesting your heart's desire

our lives
only stations along the way
not the end-of-the-line

i love the little girl
in a woman
oh its no doubt
the woman is beguiling, intriguing
but its the little girl
the one who believes in dreams
the little girl
the one who is joyous
whose voice trickles and leaps
like a cascading mountain stream
it will always be the little girl
who embraces life magically
with her exuberant heart

Once your heart
gives birth to love
pure and true
once you submit
to its ancient wisdom
allowing it to nourish you
tenderly it leads
and your life is forever changed
it may turn you inside-out
challenge your most time- honored beliefs
but given free reign
its heart that brings you blessings
heart that puts a knowing smile upon your face
...but its heart that we betray

we return to that shallow- way
that has no depth, no soul
that shallow way that knows not passion
that shallow way, halting in step
freezes in fear
in trepidation calculates...

give it no thought though
we mortals have not eyes to see
our metaphysics, reason, protects us
instills in us a sense-common
which denies seeing and being
its only Natures Child, God's Holy Child
that defies reason
but not...
no, not you and me

Did you not know
but then
you have always known
haven't you
i have been waiting
deep in the place of your dreams
when you called
was i not there, at once
by your side
in this place
us, where we are, who we are
remains eternal
only time changes
flowing like a river
in which we stand
ankle-deep

I saw the look
again
caught it in your eye
just a flash
a moment gone by
but...
you can't hide
whats in your soul
you can't deny
that over which you have no control
when you are loved by someone
deep and true
when your souls connect, merge
its really not up to you
anyway
i love you
beyond all time
beyond all rules
i love you
because i've seen your soul
looking out at me
when it gathered itself in your eyes

we cannot fully appreciate
what we have, until we lose it
loss, however, is the gateway
to greater wisdom and love
pain and suffering, then
are welcome companions
on this, the Spiritual Path

the journey is the path
not the destination
walk in a sacred way

as i napped i heard someone stirring
i thot it might be my beloved
trying not to disturb me
but, no
the movement came from within
in my mind or more aptly
my soul

Exhausted
I knew my body wasn't functioning properly
to recuperate i sat on a bench
gazing out on a familiar scene
then i saw something unseen before
a big, sturdy, lush tree
exuberant with new foliage

my spirit helper had spoken to me
coincidence of inner and outer
i got up finished my walk
feeling renewed, restored

Reality is so strange
is it but a dream
or
is the dream reality

even more strange is that
the answer to both questions
is very likely "yes"

so let us dream the reality
that we desire
let forces unknown
conspire to make them come true

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing, fresh from the world

Sweet's the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Spung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Ysuf Islam

Rev. Wright is right
he speaks the Truth
as Spirit moves him
but for political correctness
expediency
his favorite son, denies him

the issue is not Wright
or wrong
but can the vision on high
survive the transition to the valley
below

uttering primal incantations
hypnotic, repetitive chants
rhythmic reverberations

walk the world
perhaps not in some far-away
exotic location
but walk the world
in your own neighborhood

in walking there is a perception
that arises
akin to roaming wild and free
walk the world
and know your spirit

...a clan where children

are people in their own right
perhaps, even more so

due to their closer proximity

to Original Innocence

ego keeps getting in the way
i step on it stumble over it
run up against it
until i remember:
Abide in the Creator

so blind, i have to be
periodically reminded

I found myself in a moment in time
no really, i mean i found myself

not until you are overcome
by a moment so consuming
that it totally possesses you
can you possess yourself

not until all your "self" concepts
are completely overcome
undone
can you for the first time
know and own yourself

i heard a voice calling
as from deep within a well
yea, it startled me
called me by name

the voice is the message
that there lives within
a spiritual entity
is message enough for me

something to do with synchronicity...

in my heart, desiring oneness with Nature
and the setting sun, perfectly poised
over a rooftop, between two tree branches
so framed but for a few brief moments

then, being in position to perceive
such a heavenly alignment
a coming together of heart's desire
in time and space
my own personal Stonehenge
even if for a brief moment, only

A blessing bestowed by Spirit
by Divine Providence
.

...and she slides sideways
into the dance of love

"...a little heel toe step, and the
sideways slide of the dance of love."

Lucia Robson, RIDE THE WIND

Happiness is not achieved
by the conscious pursuit of happiness
it is generally the by-product
of other activities

Aldous Huxley

Americans are a gullible lot
falling victim (prey) to every passing shill
the pendulum swings to and fro
and in its wake
the dis-illusioned, dispossessed, and un-initiated
a blood sacrifice upon the altar of illusions
be it a pop-star, politician or "spirit-filled" ministry

the hopes and dreams of the multitude
lie deflated, flat
at the altar of the trickster

on the prairie undulating
in a sea of deep grass
the Comanche made his home

could we, had we been more humble
gracious
not built forts, but simple camps
as visitors, met the Indian on his on terms

could we not have had a blending
of cultures
hybrids, spinoffs
richer than either alone

could we not have lived in peace

looking thru the window
Mother Nature drew me out
into her Bounty

the withered limbs
of winter weather-stripped trees
glowing with the setting sun
promises of a New Beginning

among the feminine
she stands out
as the most lovely, the wisest
gentle, yet firm

many would be her suitor
but few can withstand the rigors
of ultimate Truth, Beauty, Love

those brave or fool-hearted enough
to submit to her discipline
to those few, she opens her Treasures
in her, the world is transformed

my anima, again
she's irresistible
beautiful and cultured
and so warm to the touch
tho she is demanding
or more aptly, commanding
strict devotion to her
and to her, alone

why is it
that when you are not looking for something
is, when you find it

many winters have come and gone
since i first trod this path
upon the Earth Mother
my journey has seemed as a dream
or as day and night
coming in and out of consciousness
but one thing remains constant
that subtle, moonglow light
that twists and turns, weaving
the many things into one
and it is to winter i owe
this season of reflections

he carried a blanket
as many thru-out the ages have
rolled and slung over his shoulder
this blanket, worn and tattered
was as close as the wanderer got
to home and hearth
this blanket
his only refuge from a cold and uncaring world
yet when he rolled up in it
at nightfall, this blanket was his home

The Garden of Eden collapses
not when man is exiled
but when God walks out

only by abandoning his creation
can morality begin
the dichotomy of good and evil
is man's vehicle for spiritual development

Primal Power lends form to Archetypes
wherein there is no friction of time
yet time becomes a means manifesting
making actual that which lies potential
harmonizing things that accord in tone
that they may vibrate together

PLAYFULLY (for my children)

What i write
i write for you
that you may know a love
that honestly reflects
the Truth of You

...there is a voice
deep inside
that whispers truths divine
when you hear it
you will smile with delight
relief
a warmth unknown
but true nonetheless
a secret so pure...
god pretending to be you

so of all of life's travails
take with but a sly smile
and a knowing wink
...just play along for awhile

BLOWIN IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned
The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind

The Immortal Bob Dylan

My anima brings me
True Substance
She dissolves obstructions

Treasure her gifts
holdfast to pristine heavenly virtue
(Innocence)
that which with we cannot do without
the indispensable condition

with each new-baby
a mommy is born
the mother archetype
sustains our culture, feeds it

is there anything as enduring
as momma

my anima came to visit, last night
bearing gifts
gifts that you cannot tie a ribbon around
gifts intangible but true
nonetheless
Peace...Joy...Security

no, it was more than that
she gave me the feeling
of being loved...

The New Land
where, rather than dominate
Nature
Man exercises true dominion
utilizing the forces of Nature
to manifest ever-more pleasing
forms of harmony and balance
A Landscape Architect extraordinaire!

The New Land
a true art form
the product of matter
governed by Spirit
where the lion does indeed
lie down with the sheep

The New Land
where man's sensibilities
are reflected in Nature
an abundance that lays to rest
striving, competing for material goods
for proper nourishment does not reside in matter
but in Spirit
as when Jesus fed the masses basket upon basket
of loaves and fishes
as when Jesus directed the disciples
to cast their nets on the right side

The New Land
a model of Spiritual production, nourishment

Imagine, el fuego y la palabra
A New Land

I wish the Earth well
I know she will prevail
the question, tho, is man
to what end will he come
when his time is over, done

there is a way out:
the union of the physical and spiritual
Man's original form
a spirit with physical manifestation

Man is part of the Earth
chosen to live in harmony with it
Perhaps, finally, a sustainable environment

Nature, Nurture, Nourish

in your deeper Self
your inmost Self
there is a warming
like a summer day
and there is knowing
it is a familiar, comfortable feeling
this, your Spiritual Home

FOREVER YOUNG

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

Bob Dylan

may the forces of light
find expression in my body

I Ching

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.

Dwight Eisenhower, 1953 speech

...killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder
Albert Einstein

16,000 children die per day
from starvation/malnutrition

let us call upon the body of Christ
in each of us
let us find and give bread

let us wage not war, but love:
Take, eat this is my body...

On the road to HEB
i see the disabled in wheelchairs
shivering elderly ladies struggling
against the bitter-cold wind
i, myself, must rest every block or two

who knows how many stay home-bound
and hunger, unable or unwilling
to make the Pilgrimage to HEB

pierce the veil of time
with the radiance of eternity

numinous--resonating with transcendent energy

when she walks
even the earth stops
spinning
when she walks

oh when she talks
even the birds listen
when she talks
yes when she talks
even the winds stand still
when she talks

but when she walks
a celestial bridge
unfolds
when she walks
heaven and earth are one
when she walks

my heart stops beating
when she...

one enchanted nite
the Divine Couple (syzygy)
experienced transcendent bliss
heavenly, numinous union

"Imagine all the
people
living life in peace
You may say I'm a
dreamer
but I'm not the only
one
I hope someday
you'll
join us
and the world will
live
as one"

John Lennon

true love
you ask do i believe
why, yes!
is not thy God true
does he not anticipate our every need
we are to do as he does
thus, love truly

the Holy Spirit will "teach us all things"
and "bring all things to our remembrance"

John 14:26

everyday i try to think of something
but most of the time, i forget what it is

remember-to-remember...

you think he doesn't know
your hopes, your dreams
he is a hidden god
who weeps and sobs
over our travails, our pain

yet he is here by our side
here in our heart
we but need eyes for seeing
in this instance
believing is seeing

what is your joy quotient
so much of our lives are lost
to latent joy
joy that goes unclaimed, unlived

Iraq, as we know it
as we have come to see it
is but the projection of unhealthy minds
the shadow-self

when we don't come to terms
with our own dark-side
our own shadow-self
then we project it outward
others become evil-doers
in truth, unknown people

we must come to own ourselves
put an end to "demonizing"
Islamic Terrorism is simply
the flip-side of American Imperialism

cain and able
over and over again
archetypal repetitions scripting our world

the mind struggles
with what the heart knows
intuitively

children lend us
their beauty
share with us
their God-given grace

the least we can do
is return their gifts

in-kind, intact
without robbing them

of their Innocence

That Angels have wings
is attributable to the fact
that in the Spiritual world
matter doesn't matter anymore

Spirit is devoid of the physical
and its limitations
yet we don't have to wait for heaven

we can earn our wings
in this life, thru self-mastery
restoring Spirit to its dominant place
when it comes down to
what is really real
matter doesn't matter anymore

archetypes arise
breaking patterns old and dysfunctional;
creating an inter-relatedness
a harmony
in which all individual species unite
resulting in morphic resonance
a healing, oneness

patterns behind patterns
process beneath structure...

that which we observe (knowing)
is not absolute reality
but a reflection
of that which we are (being)

symbiosis in knowing and being:
as we think
the same shall we know

capture the feeling of a beautiful day
when everything is right with the world
internalize it, make it your own
then at any given moment
or, from moment to moment
project that beauty
which is now your own
outward

...a tangible joy

...a secret sympathy

empathetic resonance
albeit, at a distance

"We are shaped by our thoughts
we become what we think
when the mind is pure,
joy follows
like a shadow that never leaves"
Buddha

lean to loneliness
for time has a way
of rendering us
irrelevant...
but it is to eternity
not time
that we owe our existence

the divine spirit within
patiently awaits our Return
and in that there is
great good fortune

A child
one of God's holy ones
blessed me
said that he would cry
if any harm came to me
a child, a manifestation of Purity
laid his blessing upon me

I am humbled, awed
Creation itself up and spoke
to me, blessed me
in the form of the holiest
of holies
...a holy child

primal power is the essence of power
or energy
has the power "to lend form to archetypes"

"of all that is good sublimity is supreme"

"Hidden dragon...
a person that has the character of a dragon
but remains concealed
he does not change to suit the world...
he receives no recognition"

"he makes no name for himself
he withdraws from the world
verily, he cannot be uprooted; he is a hidden dragon"

yet he represents strength and firmness
he brings about peace on earth

he that is hidden
"must make himself strong in every way
by consciously casting out all that is
inferior and degrading."
Wilhelm

who could, would
turn their back on
Jesus

face to face
whose head would not drop
in awe
whose heart would not melt
face to face, with his love

that i might see the world
see my brothers, see my sisters
as Jesus does look upon

i love your Knowledge
your Truth
forgive me, my ignorance
i can only ready myself
to receive
i do not Create

but keeping still produces
great power
holding firm stores creative power

"He is able to keep strength still;
this is great correctness"

"Holding fast to heavenly virtue,
is the prerequisite for innocence:
innocence is the indispensable condition
for being able to holdfast
to pristine heavenly virtue
in this one attains the way of heaven
everything depends on the power of personality"

"such a man is in harmony with heaven;
therefore even great and difficult undertakings
succeed"
Wilhelm

only spirit can help the world
only thru personal sacrifice
can spirit enter the world...

security: the ability
"to give and receive love"
Deepak Chopra

'I leave with you my Peace.
I give unto you. not as the world giveth,
give I unto you. Let not your heart
be troubled, nor let it be afraid."
John 14:27

In the Brotherhood of Man
we are not true
unless we feel every-man's loss
as our own

it is in weakness (compassion)
that we are human
and that may be
what God loves about us

...be Army Strong!
learn to kill, pillage and plunder...
come back home
and see if you can live
with what you've become
what you have done

Jesus to the soldiers:
"Do harm to no man."
Luke 3:14

subtle and sublime
are the actions of the Creative
like a patchwork quilt

the pattern of which

can be seen only from afar