secrets shared are sacred
but secrets left to linger
are dull, devoid of life
like court-room transcripts
moments of life left to lanquish in obscurity

so, if you have a secret love
whisper gently into her/his ear
that hearts given wings might soar

There is something utterly holy about Woman
she is by essence, Sacrifice
she takes, receives and freely gives of herself

thru her receptivity to divine impulses
in her capacity to Nourish

she commands the power to Transfigure

that which is mere mortal and raise it to SPIRITUAL ELEVATION

As with God, Woman sees with Light

in seeing with Light we are all PERFECT
as first conceived in the Divine Logos

only in this illusion of time
do we stumble, struggle to regain our balance
our Innocence

but thru Woman, as in God's Eye

we are already of UPRIGHT CHARACTER
WHOLE and COMPLETE

Are we not now engaged in a war among Principalities
having transcended the good guy vs bad guy paradigm
but is the prize now not the very unique, if beleagured, Soul itself

and Armageddon not as a place among Palestine's rolling plains
but in the depths and plummets of our own cavernous consciousness
did not Jesus speak to Mary, his favorite disciple
about knowledge beyond understanding of mere mortals

this places Christianity not just in the forefront of Peace and Love
but right in the midst of the SLAUGHTERHOUSE of HUMANITY

What say you...is Mary in the knowing?

I had a visitation late last nite
two angels sat at my bedside speaking sweetly
revealing secrets of the kingdom

I awoke enchanted by this vision divine
the love it emparted was other worldly
for it was of Joy and Bliss, not desire
and the secrets they shared
pointed to a light, a spark within
lumen naturae--a light hidden in the darkness

by dreams are we called
to transmute our lower, primitive selves
into a Higher Self
by deja vu, a flash of recognition
the lumen naturae reveals itself as our companion
unleashing a flood of consciousness and obscure intentionality

a coming out as it were
the unconscious steps into the pale light of day
thus bringing the divine into full consciousness
yet, in this world, only at nite, when the gates of rationality swing freely
are our minds receptive to impulses flowing from heaven

The Final Frontier: Becoming conscious of the unconscious

Today
amidst the background noise of downtown hustle
I watched The Passage of Time
watched shadows retreat from the risin sun
watched light as it crossed the street
whereupon Time disappeared and no shadows were cast

Watched the setting sun

as fireflies danced in cylindrical rotation
highlighted by Nature's Special Effects

a vibrant display: luminous twinkling here then there
particles spinning, bobbing, weaving
a spontaneous choreography orchestrated by no-one

Time subtly slipped into time-out
a limbo land where we cease
counting, measuring, sparsely meting out
life's precious substance dose by dose

Yes today Time crossed the street
then gradually and imperceptibly ceased to exist

Deep in the Heart of Being

lies the Primal Self

it is not, cannot be experienced

for it is that which is experiencing

that which cannot be accessed by thinking

that which demands: a STILL MIND

one must stop thinking

let go

let consciousness evolve

trusting beyond the controlling ego

silencing that voice in the head

understanding beyond thought

conveys Peace & Deep Inner Security

independent of circumstances and events

from BEGINNING to END

DIVINE LIGHT within

that which is seen

out of the corner of one's eye

is 'oft times more true

than that which appears in full-frontal view

Meditation
is like a waterfall of Liquid Light
pouring into the crown of my head
as my heart rushes to meet it

How exhilarating to walk Austin
this Indian Summer's Sun-day morn

A myriad of Natural and planted growth
adorns each side of the street

bikers abundant in their array of colorful gear

today, a sense of the Sacred:
all is right with the world

autumn leaves line the path
crunch underfoot with each and every step

to this stream of consciousness
i yield and float down the streets
of Sun-day morn

as i approach the 500 year oak
gnarled and knotted
i did lay myself bare upon Nature's Altar

Never too late
never too late to follow God's will
never too much water under the bridge
The Master had his way with water
turned water into wine
calmed the storm and walked upon troubled waters

God has his way with water

And so it is with us, water is just water
Never too late to still the tempestuous storm
never too late to follow God's will
everything occurs just in time
spontaneously
we need only be receptive
receptive to the impulses flowing from heaven

The LAW of HEAVEN has an INNER LIGHT
that must be involuntarily obeyed
thus, thru devotion to the DIVINE SPIRIT within
the way will arise on its own
SPONTANEOUSLY
(I Ching)

Yesterday
lies on the other side of Today and Tomorrow
Time is cyclical not linear

like a dream, my brief encounter with my Soul

gently fades away upon awakening

from nightly slumber

but which is dream and which reality

that only the Soul knows for sure

but why oh why does the Soul withdraw

when She encounters the pale light of day...

nonetheless, She has spoken to me

nurtured, loved and groomed me well

for my journey into the pale light of day

with the promise She will be here

waiting steadfast my nightly Return

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).