Poem

These are poems I have written over the years. They represent hard won insights from psychotherapy, spiritual practice, and medicine journeys.

  • Put your house in order

    Put your house in order

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    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…

  • Love like Breath

    Love like Breath

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    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.

  • Distortion Field

    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…

  • Defeat is Unreal

    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…

  • Dear Society

    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…

  • Unclutch

    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…

  • Core self-beliefs

    The accuracy of the memories is irrelevant. In fact, the original experience that was lived through with such identification and assigned so much reality that it caused you to develop a rigid and persistent core belief about yourself and the world is actually irrelevant too. All that matters is the actual nature of the inner…

  • Seraphim

    Seraphim

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    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…

  • Camino Poetry: Self-Will is Obsolete
  • Camino Poetry: Catching the Mind
  • Camino Poetry: Wholing the Lack
  • Camino Poetry: When will you Trust?
  • Angel Song

    Angel Song

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    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…

  • Hello Life

    Hello Life

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    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.

  • All is One

    All is One

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    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…

  • The joy of letting go

    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,…

  • A Length of Grass

    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.

  • Camino Poetry: God’s Love is like Snow
  • Formless Faceless

    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,…

  • Camino Poetry: You’re Fine
  • False indifference

    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…

  • Selfishness & Selfcare

    I sort of just drift through people and places. There’s loneliness, so there is motivation to connect, but there’s something in the way. I don’t connect, so my interactions with others are transactional: I end up only using them when I need something. For functional relationships like colleagues and lovers, that’s good enough: that’s what…

  • The Underground River of Life

    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…

  • Good Sex

    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…

  • Naked Horse

    Naked Horse

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    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…

  • Victimhood Junky

    Victimhood Junky

    You don’t know me. In your arrogance, you make assumptions about my every intention and thought, but you don’t know me. You know only your worst fears about me, or versions of me you extrapolate from things that used to be true about me. We never really meet either. Our “conversations” are mostly you playing…

  • He thinks that he thinks

    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.…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • Spontaneously Self-Manifesting

    None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these feet, nor these legs. Not the chill of this wind. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these streets, nor the sky. Not these trees. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these hands, not…