He wears the cross upon his chest,
And speaks of heaven’s cure,
Yet turns the hand that ought to bless
To wield despair and death.
By dozens sent, they fall, they die,
Beneath his pious claim,
While God’s own life is swept aside,
And they live and bear no shame.
Can faith abide where blood is spilled,
Where mercy bows to might?
I do not know—but still I fear,
There, coming to the light.
For in the dark, their hands still try to reach,
Each soul now whispers true,
A fleeting thought, in quiet speech,
Breaks through the fecal stench the air.
Yet still I ask, with hard pressed dread,
Can we survive such sin?
I do not know, for they are wed
To hipprocracy and what inside it holds.
“what is this strange place we find ourself in ~
we’re trapped in the open and free within”
~ quote by poet
dream characters which we create
assume an independent role
call it amnesia or just fate
each entity pursues a goal
this is the divine paradox
the simple truth mind cannot reach
till by unlearning we detox
and veil of forgetting thus breach
our state of hypnosis is deep
we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed
so to take a consciousness leap
we must slow down thoughts by mind streamed
just as a snake sheds off its skin
or an eagle regrows its claws
let’s do likewise, go in, go in
poised in prayer till our heart thaws
sans thought flow, wayward ego dies
just know this: ego will resist
just as Dracula fears sunrise
ego’s wary of love’s bliss mist
for brave hearts who choose to be still
feeling in form bliss sensation
in timeless time voids within fill
they transform as God’s vibration
(“Ascending Triptych aka Shape Shifter”, 2011, original oil)
The human condition is both vast and simple
Both lofty and hard to grasp and
Immediately at hand
And intimately knowable.
Everyone is different
But everyone is ultimately the same
In our basic elements, in our source
At our core.
This is who we really are; the divine made flesh,
A completeness of wisdom and compassion,
In every cell,
And yet our condition is also ignorance of this.
But since our most basic level of being
Is the divine
It permeates all our works
All our traditions, religions and spiritual paths,
Since there is in truth nothing outside
The sphere of utmost purity and light
No matter how muddled and dark
Our experience of it is.
(11/19/25)
Statues trapped in boundaries contoured by us,
witness seasons, day and night, dreaming desires,
just the way we drift through life, in deep stupor …
like dead men walking.
Dancing puppets, hypnotised, know not that they
have no life of their own, yet their ignorance
inhibits not vibrance of roles they enact …
reveries replay.
party morning
and we have ascribed to you
your inapprehensible walking
except by lucky guess between
these hedgerows
in languages so far distorted
among dragonflies and flies
we are closed distance
as those houses missing
after the excavation
seek a way out
yet self-doubt chokes
fears grout the soul
Is this shared imagination?
Thoughts of you, temptation,
Love is our human condition,
Smiles or hell, fun or perdition,
Cupid fired--such precision,
Romance is not a decision,
Stay in love, enduring charms,
Dreaming bliss in your arms,
Trust the magic, my advice,
Loving you, don't think twice,
Bless all our pleasure,
Today we shall always treasure!
Why does love come with crying? When its totality settles in and the sacrifice is known, how else could it be? Love, so happenstance, making itself fodder for blues music, and it will break your heart! Serving as the culmination of something larger than ourselves and making our lives worth living for. Just ask all those who have gone before us, those who have found its sublimity and those who haven't. It is what holds this world together. Boats and warplanes are named after loved ones, as the pilots might not see their loved ones again. Since the dawn of man, because of the importance of children in their lives, making love even that more iconic, it has ranked up there with wars in the eyes of the beholders, and its final beating will come with the crying of all those who loved its owner, left with but the memories of its grandeur, a simple kiss, and a heartfilled look in the eye!
There are enough religions in this world
to promote hatred, disputes
over pride and vanity... and insufficient spirituality
on the part of men to
promote peace and love among all...!
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
Within the lucid dream, we believed as true,
the villainous character we had assumed
but though it was acting, our actions we rue,
because we are now by it’s darkness consumed.
We have become the demon we created,
which we see now needs to be decimated,
so ego death seems to be the only way,
to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to sway.
Fire, fire, burning bright,
weaving shadows from the night,
how did mortal man learn to
unlock the secrets within you?
From what darker, distant past
did we emerge, free at last,
once we'd learned to tame then free
thy flaming volatility?
For the magic of your light
gave us ways to fend off night,
steal back daylight, and explore
lands unseen by man before.
Fire, with your powers near,
we outshone our darkest fears
so that, in caves, we could start
making works of timeless art.
What hand or eye or mind was first
moved to quench deeper, inner thirsts;
to–with pigment, coal, or chalk–
imbue their Self upon the rock?
So, with these powers over dark,
one last thought was left to spark,
as we, through art, learned to see
our true immortality.
we sense spirit indwelling form
whose light is shrouded by ego
it should not be as such yet it is
until fears and desires we let go
bondage to form
desires storm heart
deforming soul
the lofty stance
an edifice unstable
crumbles when tested
spiritual heart unbound
when scarred by ego
recedes in the void
wisps of straw
to which we cling
self-imposed hypnosis
dreams within dreams
deepens our trance
darkness reigns
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