Spoken Word

I follow my mother, moving with the changing currents, and ever-new shades blue, of That – endless space.In her slipstream of grace,we fly weightless in horizonless love.In the cool deep darkness, we go,beyond pitch black, we disappear.Luring the unguided with false lights,the luminous giant squid of mind;its uncurling tentacles changing form,to capture the weak by…

the clouds effervesce with light in rhythm with the words that she spoke without speaking, and all around us a mystic wind of flowing light, and all i could do was keep breathing,Lightning flashed in her eyes as she pierced into my mind as silent as an eagle diving,she took hold of me, my personality…

The brightest light in the universe: all-permeating, reflectionless, invisible, unknowable, is the source; and the peak of the spectrum,from which all worldly lights decay.It is,Omniscience,Awareness,the Almighty.All atoms enlightened,all quanta awoken; dissolved, unified,as hollow particles of information,into the medium of infinite mystery:the unified field ofsupreme being.

Like a fragile butterfly crossing an abyss,the voice born in speech,that dies in silence,clings to existence,with endless comment. exhausted and fearful,expending endless effort,to pronounce its self into existence,to fend off its extinction:the eternal absence of its presence. but the object of speech,that would dot the endless stretch of silence,like the intermittent beating of fragile wings,are…

Awareness is itself Existence, for Oblivion unobserved by Oblivion is not. Awareness is itself the Ultimate Substance: Intrinsic and Irreducible and so not a structure of another substance. Awareness is the Great and Joyous Living Substance of Existence itself, exploring every possible limited structure it can make as it strives to fully express its Self,…

I hear music now, for they are celebrating a change within me, I will rise, and I will wake, and I won’t stop or stagnate, In the fire of transmutation: flames of the shapeless flux, of possibilities in exponential multiplication, burn bright until their spark ignites, into a blazing star of pure potential. I am…

  In my presence, is the presence. Only through my presence, can I come to the presence. For my presence, free from the ideas of “I” and “my”, is pure presence. Beyond all forms, colours, feelings, Beyond all transient phenomena, the sense, existential, THAT I AM: the very fact of BEING, the permanence of PRESENCE, is the…

There is no explanation for this form,I have but one faith with but one belief,the one energy moves only towards the realization of its self.This thing of two eyes, skin, and hair,this moment in all its form and splendor,there is but one energy and the human body is its realized form.The perfect will of the…

The Karmic garment: causality woven into thought; habitual yet adaptive: a reactive intelligence: a self-sustaining equilibrium that one calls ‘me’ and honours as a person: the subject exalted beyond the object: the impersonal: exalted as other to and above the common thermodynamic destiny, of the one energy. consciousness: existence: who I am, is so much…

What do others think of me? In the marketplace of egos, small hearts, like tight leather purses, measure out, barter, and trade ever only, in the scarcity of conditional love. But who cares, who gives, and who receives love? The circumference of a skin, does not delineate the full volume of Self. No separate volumes are there…

Never again to abandon my true real self for the empty faded images of mind. Never again to leave the present to be tempted to enter into the flow of time by the phantom of mind. Never again will I leave the gentle ease of the unbounded for the severed prison of identification. To abide and live as horizonless formless timeless…

Self, No longer bound by the horizon of appearances, yawns serenly into bordless and depthless vastness: an ocean of awareness, into which the rivers of experience freely stream, and freely dissolve. Self, No longer bound by identity with the image, bridles the gnashing bite of suffering, and mounts as master the living image of its…

A great Lightning bolt stands burning in the day sky.It stands like a tower of light, soaring beyond halos upon halos of clouds.Stretching into the thinnest blue light of the sky,into the deepest heavens beyond all sight,bursting forth from the hypostasis of existence itself.To the very core of the earth, it carries its immortal cosmic…

I saw Him,His body of light,His transparent feet ablaze,walking this common ground,which seemed a rippling soup of milk,transmuted by the awesome pressure of his divine presenceinto cosmic light and atoms of sacred unknown origin:Their every core singing with a disciple’s ecstasy. The divine presence of his feet,dissolving them into light and nectar essence Him: walking…

Bodies come, and go. But, what name calls out to the primordial silence? Countless as autumn leaves on a forest pathare the incarnations One must tred underfooton the path of evolutionary incarnation. So many mortal nameshave drummed the living skin of eternity.But,what need is there for a name,to call to attention,One that is always and…

I see,a landscape, snow.snow from horizon to horizon,and beyond the horizon,space,where moonlit snowflakesmingle with countless galaxies of stars,and snowy summitsreach out into intergalactic space,cosmic,the moon,full,like the all-seeing eye of existence itself“Hello Universe!”“I Love you!”somewhere,deeper,an angel smiles,“I Love you!”and the wind!like an invisible dragon,dancing around me,glorious,like a re-united friend!“I adore you!”The light in my heartwill never…

Within awareness, the beginning-less, and end-less, river of Bliss, courses withever permuting,waves of form;of rising, exhilarating,and thenexhausting, excruciating,Bliss,ever to be renewed,in the lovely and enjoyable,contact ofawareness with awareness:Self with Self,in the play of Self-Experience.–Wave-Forms in the flow of bliss:information in experience,are merely relatively transient,stability in pattern.–Experience experienced without,desire or fear,is bliss.–For experience in awareness,of awareness,is…

Beloved Stranger,please forgive me.I could not tell you how your beauty rendered me speechless.I could not tell you how utterly naked I stood in your gaze.How the unspeakable beauty of your eyes so suddenly commanded my heart open. You conquered me effortlessly,and now,dumb, naked, defenseless,I stand here, overwhelmed by your radiance.A harmless fool in the…

Bless me, my Lords,Bless me so that this one may write well while he can write,for I have seen,just as a baby moves from crawling to walking,one day this one shall move beyond all words and the knowing of words,and beyond all things that words can know.This day I am a person,may opportunities not be…