My words
are not your words
and your words
are not my words
because
my words mean
what I want them to mean.
They may fall off the wall
and smash themselves up
into a million pieces
and never be never
connected again
or make up the rungs
of a ladder
on which my words
run up and down
my words can be long
and to the contrary
be extra long
or likewise
be extra short
they can obviously laugh
and laugh till they cry
they can extend themselves
without punctuation
and shake your hand
they can go on forever
and forever say
that that they were just
passing through.
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
IN AND OF GOD’S NURTURING
The birds have their nest;
Likewise, the bees have their hive:-
We have the scriptures:
Let us nest and hive ourselves
In guiding deliverance:-
With hatched scriptured words,
Let’s be stung with their wisdom,
And divine guidance:
In the sweetness of God’s love,
Healing grace nested and hived:-
We're reflections
of an infinitely
reflecting mirror
Our seemingly finite
projections cast shadows
both near & far
Know that you are
everything that is
& will be
Everything you see
is a part of me
and likewise
Eyes seeing
the same lie
that cover proof
of the whole
Individual bodies
with different souls
exploring timelines
& wormholes
You're a divine tool
not just worm food
even if you do
return to dust
You are stardust
composed on this
material plane
Ethereal really
but still being
weighed down by
your physical pain
Transcend the game
& take your place
amongst the stars
above the clouds that
bring rain
You came for more
than locked doors
to rooms you're
supposed to roam
Remember this is
your house
but not your home
indefinitely
Enjoy this melody
but tune into your
heavenly vibe
a bit more
See what's in store
once you fully
open your mind
That's a door they
can't keep closed
when you decide you
want to see what's inside
A LIFE AND DEATH PERSPECTIVE
Living and dying,
Should not be deemed as surreal;
They are both so real:-
The crucifixion was real;
Likewise, was the ascension:-
Living and dying;
Physical realities,
Canvassing the soul:-
The soul sowing the spirit:
Is not Christ still here with us?
Never fret dying,
And being retired from life;
Spiritual pension waits:-
With washed feet of love’s labors,
Live and die in God’s glory:-
Maybe it’s a guy thing,
But who wouldn’t prefer dangerous freedom
To peaceful slavery?
Well it turns out a majority of humanity wouldn’t.
When it comes to the choice
Of red pill vs blue pill
Most choose blue’s comfort of the known.
But in reality only those who can even see the red one
Ever get that choice,
For the vast majority the choice is made for them.
Made at birth,
As they are placed in the life-sucking pod,
Or made somewhere along the line
When the insecurities of life simply overwhelm.
The pod is always waiting after all,
Warm and secure and well contained.
What it lacks in charm
It makes up for in a beautiful dream,
Until it’s not.
But by then it’s too late
Too late to know the difference,
Too late to make a change.
Dangerous freedom meanwhile,
Likewise is not what it seems.
Because the risk is all,
The danger is welcomed
As just part of the scene.
(9/5/26)
some scriptures advocate that we negate
the here now this feeling of body-mind
but our heart’s response is to celebrate
is-ness of being-ness divine aligned
a koel sings for no reason at all
imprinting in the void a work of art
so likewise poised in a benign bliss squall
we are the vibrance of toroidal heart
manifest form and unmanifest space
former the dance and the latter the stage
origins to the noumena retrace
peaceful pulsating light that has no age
what we dismiss becomes something we miss
clear sight barren offers not taste of bliss
BEQUEATHED SHOES…
I’m walking in the shoes
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.
Just as each heartbeat is virgin,
as vital breath impulsed by God,
propelled by divine magnetism,
to gong of Om we give our nod.
The sacred rhythm within resounds,
nurtured in heart, scripted by mind,
symbols by bliss beats garlanded,
with music of the spheres aligned.
Waves of the ocean lap the shore,
dancing to orbit of the moon,
so likewise the poems we pen,
are God’s gifts received when we swoon.
Epiphanies that dawn are shared,
each authored by the universe,
wherein we but reflect the light,
without any need to rehearse.
Gravity rules all bodies of mass
An attraction where size does matter.
It’s a relative kind of thing
Balanced by the inertia
And entropy of everything
Falling away and apart.
So Earth orbits Sun
And likewise Moon, Earth
Because the pulling of one
And the flying away of the other
Makes an elliptical arc
Forces cancelled in compromise.
But what is it that rules gravity?
What is it that holds the dark matter of space together?
What is it that transcends matter altogether?
What is it that creates
When there is nothing to work with?
Within the void
Imagination was born.
Within the void
Anything was possible.
First there was light, then word, then life
But is it the Void Which Binds
That binds them all.
A void, within us and without us
A space for things to grow
A space we most simply know
As love,
Filled with that, of course, but also
Lions and tigers and bears
And pugs.
(8/27/26)
Just your gaze isn’t enough
For me, it requires a smile
One through heart, I need it.
You thought I made it tough
In your eyes, was it style?
Difficult to brace? I need it.
Likewise my path is rough
I know, care to hear for a while
Your time for me, I need it.
The roots of man go so deep
Some little rodent perhaps
Thoroughly relieved the dinosaurs
Are at last all gone.
And here and now
Always a mid point between past and future
The future likewise unforeseeable
Other than a vague sense of continuity.
From that future
A hundred million years from now
This past I sit in
Will be as unknown and unrecognizable
As my little mammalian ancestor’s.
Does this make it all meaningless?
Hell no!
It makes each step and stage
Miraculous.
(8/11/26)
Pride is really an awful thing
one's head is filled with nonsense
God is never pleased with this rot
for it makes one's head so dense
God's warning to never look too far
for the future you can never know
it can all change in a moment
in a twinkling of the eye it is so
Boasting is so stupid a thing
it marks the fall of man so clear
since Adam fell in the garden
the price paid is a dull ear
God's warning comes so very often
especially to fear God and all He says
so boastings are to be excluded
not just for a moment but all our days
Solomon has written these Proverbs
God endowed Him with being wise
man has been the beneficiary of that
so learn well likewise to rise
(" Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.")
Proverbs 27: 1 (KJV)
Fortunate developments do not excite,
in as a heart tremor, as they once used to
and likewise downturns diminish not soul’s light,
for we know each moment in this dream is new,
so from God’s bliss boat we choose not to alight,
glistening in sunlight, as does morning dew.
Call this a stoic stance or simply heart’s dance,
it is because we have turned inward our glance.
DAWNED AND PERPENDICULAR
Another day dawned:
Sun and I, paralleled and
and perpendicular:-
To others who are likewise,
Let us give God the praises:-
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