Love Is Eternal

•February 12, 2015 • 6 Comments


Just when I get to thinking

This snow will never end,

The setting sun stuck in retreat

And rainbows gone bright portent;

I feel the glory of your presence

Beyond the faded words and pages,

Beyond the depths of improvidence,

I feel you beyond my thinking of.

The ticking clock all there is in sight,

Through the dusky shade of doubt

I see the quivering threads of light,

Withdrawing the veil of my heart!

When you came at my zenith,

A sword of tempered steel,

Finally laid against sweet beauty,

A summer’s day in love did feel!

And so it shall be again and again………



U War Pig-S Eh?

•February 5, 2015 • 5 Comments


Grotesque hyper-masculinity
Denial of inconvenient facts
Greed keeps stirring the pot
Of a stagnant economy and delusional mania

Glory glory glory to death and self-sacrifice
God will save
Obedience and loyalty to iron-numb cold grip
Guns salute hierarchy
Corporations sustained as an eagle
Fluttering over the corpse of a dead earth

Universe and creation gave up on us long ago
Our insanity has no reflection
We seek only the undead for justification

Light a corpse-candle for each life sacrificed
Each life-form extinguished

Glory glory glory ?


Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order

to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for

patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both

emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind.

And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and

the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the

leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the

citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and

blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights

unto the leader and gladly so.

How do I know?

For this is what I have done.

And I am Caesar.


We are the Dancer

•January 30, 2015 • 2 Comments


The parasite has no life of its own, no energy that it does

not derive from its host. The virus acts slowly and

penetrates the cell, but only when the immune system of the

host is malfunctioning. (Basic Biology)


Know thyself
For then we awaken
To our silent observer
Symbiotic with all creation
Awaiting deep within a light
Parasitic agents of evil covet
Spawn angst as their dark domain

But Know Thyself
For then we awaken
And know we are the Dancer
Dancing with all beauty and truth
As with our children and all animals
Who live knowing to amazing depths
That truth is a way of deeper seeing
A sovereignty recalling self to self
A will to power against dead simulations
Pathogenic Controllers aim to morph you to
Destruction madness our discernment revealing
Suicidal ecocide against creation and Self

But Know Thyself
For then you awaken
To claim a gift of healing
We have the answer, it awaits
The right energy of the Dancer


•January 21, 2015 • 3 Comments


When have you last spoken
To the sunrise
To the tree
To the bird?
These see your Self-hood
Beyond ego games humans play
Beyond dark occult designs
So dark they speak of light
Double-speak creating double-sheep
Soft fields of beautiful sleep

Wake up!
Nature animate and inanimate knows
All is miracle
Every second anew
Is calling to the Self of you
To shatter this domain of their evil end-game!




~ The Blue Scarf ~

•December 18, 2014 • 8 Comments


Crumbled in love’s quake
among ruins treasure
miasma of projection
deceptions and self-deceptions
merging with light healing
as each unfolding moment
must accept responsibility

Of that sacred marriage
of spirit and matter
the hermetic mystery
when all turned up-side-down
there can be no possession
conquering or control
Her world is the subtle river
blue water run of latent creation

Quaking spirits become key keepers
enduring within the divisive forces
dark and light, love and loveless
as the heart is their hologram alive
which all core stars blood-red
bound planet with a blue scarf

Tears disaster is now
and we caused it
bind such we must
to responsibility



~~* Asleep *~~

•October 20, 2014 • 10 Comments


“I dig pits to trap others

and fall in.

I should be suspicious

of what I want.”  ~~ Rumi on Love’s Discipline


Fulcrum of past and future

Mountain lonely

Breathing dark

Fire and lack of water

You intercept my sleep

Cyber windows

Glowing words

If you are in hell so am I

Forsaken for something not remembered

Asked to kiss fate’s cruelty


Primal Fall

•October 2, 2014 • 2 Comments


“In all thine operations, let the Work be guided by
nature, according to the slow progression of metals
in the bowels of the earth. And in thine efforts be
guided in all ways by the true and not the
fantastic imagination.” ~~ The Art of Goldmaking

Sex sculpted

When we were born

Slave to one or another

Unrelenting duo torn

Make wisdom yours or not

Be a paper lantern for that sin

Or lighted flame in molten rock



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