the doves cooing outside
my window
a gentle rain
the Benedictine monks chanting in the background
accompanied by the hypnotic hum of the fan

what riches am i missing

Sarah Mc Lachlan
ANGEL

Spend all your time
waiting
for that second chance for a break that would make it okay
There's always some
reason
to feel not good enough and
its hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins

Let me be empty
and weightless and
maybe
I'll find some Peace tonight
In the Arms of the Angel
Fly away from here
from this dark cold
hotel room and the endless that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie you're in the Arms of the Angel
may you find some comfort here
so tired of the straight life
and every where you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you keep making up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference escaping one last time
its easier to believe in
in this sweet madness, oh
this glorious release
that brings me to my knees

In the Arms of the Angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endless that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the Arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here

You're in the Arms of the Angel
may you find some comfort here

coiled beneath me
i slept upon the chains of my oppression

what better way to know their windings
and loosening
once one knows the bonds of his oppression
are of his own makings
a Path will become visible which leads to deliverance
i know that which imprisons me
are the restrictions of consciousness
self-imposed

the kinks in my armor
become the means to my release
to know that which binds is also that which frees
is Liberation

we walk the same trail
you and i
drawn by the same forces
pay homage to the same gods

shall we meet in the here-and-now
or in the here-after
or are we already united
on The Great Path

may i lay down at-one with you
may i hold you as a child
will you show me the god in you

if i show you the same in me

in this moment, dream with me

when the sun breaks over an awaiting landscape
its as if a lover has answered his lonnging mate's sweet call

stalker of the Light i am
traversing the woodlands high and low
capturing its variations wherever i go

gotta be quick or willing to wait and lay low
for whenever she comes she lingers not

if i were you and you me
and we met on the "bye and bye"
would we recognize each other
i think not
for before you can know another
not only must you "walk a mile in his shoes"
you must have the creative capacity to do so
and that is where i think we falter:

Men are so self-consumed by their projections
they are unable to recognize their own selves
should they come face to face with self-same

take to walking
while the dew is still fresh on the grass
no place to go, nothing to do
just converse silently with you

while the Light is yet subdued
the Truth still shines bright
emanating from an Inner Source
the boundless Heart of Mankind

walk ye while the cooling winds
do yet stir stately evening's withdrawal

while there's still some nocturnal magic in the air

Along Shoal Creek
Peace radiates abundantly
but no more than twenty yards from its shore
Shoal Creek DRIVE descends into Chaos and Decadence

Not now, Not yet
Not in these pre-dawn hours when the Sacred still prevails

but soon, the Auto will unleash
its Destructive Forces
Speeding up and down the Drive
Shoal Creek, itelf, invisible to conscious perception
or at brief, a passing apparition
of no enduring consequence

Technology creates cultural artifacts
out of established Ways of Life rendering them oddities for display
commodities For Sale


Meanwhile, A yellow butterfly summons my attention
but her curiosity is soon peaked
and she flutters away
A blessing to her species
as it has not yet attained consciousness
perhaps, it has evolved past conscious fixations

attained a oneness where she flows with the moment
a different wave-length altogether

a Blessing indeed

One of the Real People
thoz who when they came to the Fork in the Road:
man's technology or Divine Providence
chose the latter
thoz who honored the Divine Spirit within
thoz who came to know Eternal Life

Personal Fate is a largely a function of which Path we follow

do we trust Divine Providence or do we give into Fear

and allow ego to determine our behavior and actions
if ego, all the Glitz and Glamour of this world
dissolve like an obscuring fog before Light of Truth

and we are left naked...

When the Final Call is sounded
pray ye, be on the Right Path

an Inner Code is already written into our Hearts

Honor it

Something beyond the here and now
ties us together eternally

something beyond the temporal
leads us down a rose-strewn path

Where you are every woman
i have ever loved
and i the same to you

more and more, i awake
finding it hard to reorient
myself to this time and place

perhaps, i am more awake, at home
in that other world
the Spiritual Dimension

is that the Creator's way
of preparing us for
crossing the stream

i think it must be so
for i feel more Natural and True
on the other side

no betrayals, no two-faced lies
no shadow projections of other people's ego-mania deceptions

just the many-faceted oneness
of you and i
all the incarnations that our mirror-likenesses
have taken thru-out the ages

sometimes when i write
i am guided by an invisible
but audible editor
she says things like: "does that 'i' belong before 'a'"
or she may change my wording
to more clearly say what i mean

then when i wake-up
i am startled
by her absence

i have been diagnosed with absence-seizures
is this the other side of the coin

by my absence am i not present in Spiritual Reality

I practice dying
daily
suspend breathing, slowly, don't gasp
if for a moment, only a moment
know that you are not your body

when i restrain myself
follow the path of least resistance
various Angels come to my aid
as when i lock my mind and open my heart
un-protected as i am
from thoz who wuld do me harm

From the Primal Depths of the Universe
a POWER unrestricted and subject not to conditions
reaches out to the humble, unassuming, innocent man
and EXALTS him above all others
who out of their egos strive
but attain naught in the eye of God
for in a flash of LIGHT all un-holiness dissolves
and true SUBSTANCE, SPIRIT, is revealed

Make no mistake, that which is not SPIRIT
is not...

Every bite i take is your BODY
every morsel, drop that passes my lips
is your BODY I savor your sweetness
i long to live by breath (SPIRIT) alone
needing no earthly nourishmeent
living by air itself

once you touch it
or rather, IT touches you
your life will never be the same
life is commandered/commanded by the endeavor
to re-establish Primal Contact
...in touch with the DIVINE SPIRIT WITHIN

were it not for the Southerly Gulf Stream Breeze
Austin would be as desolate as the desert-like Staked Plains
but the juncture of warm Gulf moisture and Rocky Mt frigid air
produces an Eden-like Paradise
renewed daily or more accurately
by Evening's transformative forces
transcendent, but subtle

ever-evolving toward PERFECTION

I have wrent pain and destruction upon my body
in an attempt to bring forth what is inside
yea, i have been too coarse in my methods in my practice
i am in need of grace and gentleness
but i will stay the course

there is an undeniable happiness
peace of mind that emerges
when we let go of our concerns with the material world

the unsurpassed happiness
of austerity
belies the locale of True Peace
Only by a relationship with the Divine Spirit within
are Joy, Inner Certainty and real Security
found
Deliverance is from Desire, itself, not just its pursuit