Poem

I was hunting for her,little did I know,I was the prey.Now I am caught,in my beloved’s jaws.Crunch away my darling,Swallow me up,till I whisper no more,Gone!dissolved into the belly of silence.

Who is looking,through every eye?Who is alivethrough every lifetime? This life is peace,a living equilibrium between duality:an armistice betweenmutually excluding possibilities. The mind is the battlefield of potential,and thoughts: the soldiers of this war.Do not take sides, do not think.The engine of conscious experiencing,enslaves conscripts that do and believe.Just be, and you will find that…

This voice in the silence,will never cease to sing,for love is the songof perfect emptiness. the eternal continuum of this song,is there ever-changing face of the present,for it is itself the outflowof perfect stillness I am the essence of reality,before all things,before the language of duality,I sing the song of love, I am the deepest…

You won’t remember this,when your soul has fully descendedout of inner-space beyond time and space,an into this form of yours,located at this specific point in time,and this specific point in space. You came to me before your birth,as a purple-eyed goddess:a divine being of purity and beauty,and asked me to be born on earth,and so…

Nothing destroys a psyche like the absence of an audience.A psyche will even reshape itself to receive feedback from an audience otherwise blind to it. It is the parent’s listening or deafness that cultivates and conditions the self-identity and inner voice of the child. In the referenceless void of total isolation, no relative identity can…

My inner childrenare the sacred guardiansof epigenetic keysand only through conscious contactwith the mature love and present awarenessof the current adult person,can they be transformedfrom wrathful deities of self-destruction,into divine portals of realized life. And in my deep-dive,holding onto the weight of my friend’s hand,as a safety line,I dove once more into my depths,and found…

The ignorance of I,casts a shadow upon the world:a shadow that colours and distortswith purpose, meaning, and value,a world that just is. I am responsible:for the darkness of that shadow,for stepping into identityas the experiencer of experience,that locks the mind into the causalityof cognition, desire, fear, and resistance,though experience just is,and happens to no one.…

Eternal love isimpersonal,andlike the ocean that drowns a sunken city,it fills all rooms without being contained by any. The heartbreak of personal love,is the suffering that greases the wheel of time,and that deathless yearning:the momentum of desire that keeps it turning. Love is eternal,like the Light of awareness,while the fluctuating patterns of form,like the shifting…

Stripped naked of my humanity,everything I am, torn apart by sudden kundalini.Left pure and simple:pure consciousness.Just wearing a room,while looking at toes. Stripped naked of my humanity,impersonal pure consciousness,suddenly revealed:my personal self unpeeled,like a bubble expanded and burst. Stripped naked of my humanity,as Kundalini so suddenly rises,unsheathed of the husk of identity:pure consciousness –impersonal and…

The world is getting thinner,so transparent it’s hard to see.Like the rippling incandescent surface,of an invisible depthless ocean. The unseen immensity of that vastness,floods my senses shut,to the hollow glittering noises,of the diversity of form. It becomes so hard to notice,the weightless detail,that once mapped and ballasted,my being into form. As knowledge settles like sediment,rising…

The willing joy of suffering;the confirmation of existence through pain,that declares “I struggle, I suffer, therefore I am.”is the fearful thorny purchase,of a bird who forgets its wings,who would cling onto apparent certainty:the apparent solidity of pain,as the sole coordinates that locates its existencerather than,let go of the past’s reference point,kiss goodbye to all dimensions,without…

On the path to unconditional love: a journey that We/All are on,we must pass through some great and glorious mysteries;Great sacred guarded gates of love. For All must come to love at last,The most very loveless and unlovable,the great acts of sin and hatred,the demons, hells, and cold-fire of the mind. To love murder, to…

I forgot about living rooms.That safe space:That secure domestic feeling of a welcoming home. I lost it long ago, perhaps, or never had it.I don’t ever remember the feeling of having been safe or welcome;the comfortable tedium of a warm and loving nest. There were rooms, in many houses. But, they were hunting grounds for…

I have been a woman, and I have been a man, and I have had husbands, and I have had wives.I see the past in the present,and I honour the present.Living ever passingly upon the abode of stranger’s welcomes,with no safe place or sanctuary,we of our family have no assets but our living bodies and…