Poem
These are poems I have written over the years. They represent hard won insights from psychotherapy, spiritual practice, and medicine journeys.
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The Weight of Love
These bodies will age and deteriorate, while our personalities may mature and grow beautiful, but this love; timeless and now: has ever been and ever will be eternal and perfect. This Love is between Space and Space; for who else, what else, could inspire a miracle of love like this? O Beloved, for this love…
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He who looks out of these eyes
These three-eyes are diamond jewel offerings to him alone; too precious to be used for mind’s trivial delights. This body: a temple of profound power and enjoyment; consecrated for the pleasures of Self alone. Too precious to be a taxi for the ego and its endless worldly errands. Every breath. Every taste. Every enjoyment. Into…
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Naked Union
O Beloved, I have loved you in and through all your forms. I have found you in every eye, in every heart, and every breath. It has been a lovely chase, a beautiful dance, but now all I want is your embrace. I have gotten to know you, but my ideas of you are veils.…
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The Mind’s Dandelion Mandalas
On the throne, at the threshold of Pure Potential and Determined causality, the threshold between eternity and time, between Infinity and mind, Clarity and Power opened to me. I saw causes and their consequences, and understanding came and passed, of such great insight, that to utter them, would found a culture of a thousand years,…
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Put your house in order
There’s a door in my heart, and I’ve been knockin oh so hard. “Oh Beloved, Open up to me!” And she calls out so teasingly: “Oh my love, you’re not ready. put your house in order honey, and then you’ll come to me, like a bubble rising helplessly into the light, until you breach the…
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Love like Breath
Love, Love is life: just like breath, it enters me, it fills me, and like a gift, given then shared, I give it back, for I want to hold, the giver more than the gift, into the warm embrace of my beloved, I am dissolved.
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Distortion Field
we’re all broken, we’re all broken because the field of distortion that maps out the psyche of our personal self, either wants too much or wants too little: not able to surrender into simple alignment with what is: it is that wanting what is not that forms our hard edge with what is, that periphery…
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Defeat is Unreal
This mist of defeat does not belong to you. Let it blow away to reveal the eternally victorious. This haze of confusion; of psychological distortion does not belong to you. Let it lift: let it lift from you. Let it no longer obscure, your magnificent view of enlightened awareness, and life’s shimmering beauty, received in…
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Dear Society
Dear society, please forgive me for taking your atheist materialism so personally, for lovelessly rejecting you and mind, and being so rigidly anti-materialist. In the midst of my spiritual crisis, you mistook me in your mental hospitals as a broken organic machine that needed to be repaired. Treating my testament of selfless presence as a…
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Unclutch
So this is your person: a mind that tends towards repetitive circular thoughts, or that, in attempting to mentally digest expanded states of spiritual consciousness, gets lost in unresolvable abstract thought. Come back to the present, and don’t personalize experiences of the impersonal – they are not for thinking about it. They are not yours…
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Seraphim
Traversing eternity and infinity along an angel’s superluminal blade, it was I that was re-made into a bridge, in a golden form, with rose gold skin and sunset curls of hair, I looked with eyes each with thousands of black and white pupils, arranged in sacred formation, as I saw in and through darkness and…
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Angel Song
We are each of us on a journey, that we must hope, will at last come to love, as we within each of ourselves find the love, to find within each other true family, as hand in hand we stitch, an eternal circle of hearts: a portal through which heaven pours: Oneness made manifest on…
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Hello Life
Hello, little life, Hello, great life, as life itself I greet you. Hello, volumes of life, wearing the forms that contain you, we are life itself, and as that Oneness, we meet truth.
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All is One
My heart is broken, it weeps; it bleeds, and yet it’s whole, and yet it’s whole. – My heart is broken: broken open, its walls are breached, in a rebirth to love. – My heart is broken, its sheath unsealed, its bud burst open, as it yields to love. – My heart is broken: my…
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The joy of letting go
It feels so good, to give it all up, let it all go. To let go of all my conditions: my conditioned mind, and rest in the unconditioned, to rest, o just rest, in the weightless, in the formless. It feels good to let it all go, every condition, even gender identity, sexuality, masculinity, feminity,…
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A Length of Grass
A length of grass, has no ego, no id, neither happy or sad, it simply is, an irreplaceable and essential part of the total perfection of the One field. For the rest of my days, I wish to live like a length of grass.
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Formless Faceless
I am the fake. I am the false. I am but a mask of flesh, for the faceless and the fleshless. This person, this name, this form: all of these thoughts, this voice: all of these objects of awareness, perceived in simple awareness, are too complicated, too bold: strenuous statements of information within the simple,…
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False indifference
The indifference is false. So overwhelmed by inner resistance to what happened, what is, what might be, So concerned by what was not, what isn’t, what could never be, I put a lid of indifference over my fears and anxieties; my grief, sorrow, regrets too. Precisely because it does hurt so much, I tried to…
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The Underground River of Life
Something has changed in me. Life: the flames of life: the water of life, flows through me. I feel connected to life all around. To have sunk below the superstructure of my human identity: To have sunk deeper into life than my life-form, my body, than my species: To have made contact with the primordial…
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Good Sex
Sex. The sex is good. The sex is the best sex I’ve ever had, and it’s introspective: What moves in me, deeper than the superstructure of my psychology: the fascination to dominate and penetrate: Deeper than what my name is and who I am: Deeper than what your name is and who you are: Life…
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Naked Horse
Person carriers and load-pullers, fill this unhappy city, trafficking insufferable burden-baskets woven of thought and will: empty beings pursuing images of completion. Filling empty streets with the deafening meaninglessness of the hollow clamor of their futile activity and vain efforts. Amidst endless streets lined with painted signs, where sterile machines that run on greed, wrap…
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He thinks that he thinks
He thinks that he thinks. He thought that he thought. But the thinking isn’t his. The thoughts belong to none. Sel-arising thoughts belong to noone. He that he thought. But there is no him. All that is, is all there ever is. He thinks that thinks. o the fool, o no. he fool, o no.…
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Loving the Pain to Light
Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, I sing to you this love song. You are welcome in my heart. Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, all pent up: you are welcome in my heart. I am ready to feel you fully and allow you so pass through me. Hey locked vault in me, filled with…
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Just be.
There’s no one… …to love you, to acknowledge you, to save you. There is no thing… … to fulfill you, to claim, to value or give meaning. Here is all you have. Now is the only moment there is. Be grateful for each breath. Just be. Without identity, presence is self-fulfilled.