I came not to compose, but speak with thee,
where silence kept what speech could not command;
thy listening entered into mine, and we
became one utterance no tongue had planned.
No ornament I sought, nor garnered phrase,
but waited where thy meaning touched my own;
and what passed wordlessly between our gaze
made music of the silence we had known.
Then thought, relinquishing its sovereign throne,
stood bare before thee, neither shielded nor
adorned; and from that unpossessive zone
there rose a cadence neither thine nor mine—
our silence, finding form, became the line.
Touched by Spirit, we transform,
blown away by a bliss storm
but cannot transmit the mist,
which we chose not to resist.
Outwardly we look the same,
so can lay no claim to fame
but nodes within body urn,
metamorphose as they burn.
Grazed by divine magnetism,
we go beyond every ism
and yet we cannot translate,
this hum that does not abate.
As God’s direct transmission,
imagine bliss ignition,
that continues to renew,
with each life breath born anew.
The path kundalini takes,
our conditioned beliefs shakes,
as direct truth known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Scriptures are both wrong and right,
for who can track flight of light,
surging forth from deep within,
causing worlds around to spin?
Hoping all become aware,
driven by love, we do share,
though this can only be known,
when we go in and atone.
An iridescent streak
bifurcates the obsidian
dome,
A incandescent voyager
accelerating through the
obscurity,
Relinquishing its grand,
celestial habitation,
To dissolve into a ephemeral,
luminous fragment.
Conflagrating magnificently
across the absolute infinity,
It manifests with fierce,
unadulterated dedication,
Exchanging its permanent,
prehistoric illumination,
To bestow an instantaneous
warmth upon our souls.
For what is preservation
within the remote cosmos,
Juxtaposed against this
singular encounter in your
presence?
I would joyfully witness the
ancient firmament
disintegrate,
To participate in this fleeting,
majestic trajectory.
Like that radiant anomaly, I
surrender my entirety,
Content to completely
dissipate, if our devotion
remains absolute.
Relinquishing individuality,
which reworded means erasing the ego,
oh worthy monk, embrace the totality,
that we see God face to face, by letting go.
Be like the sun that nourishes one and all,
springing forward to assist all those who fall,
beholding the light of God in every form,
that thus with His law of oneness we conform.
“By my making pilgrimage to Thee Thy all-pervasiveness has been destroyed by me. With my meditation Thy transcendence of the mind has been destroyed by me. Thy transcendence of speech has been destroyed by me by my singing Thy praise. Ever forgive me these three sins.”
God-search is a paradox
In as a movement from here to there
So pause awhile in silence oh hermit and detox
That of the fact we are he who we seek become aware
We seek fullness in emptiness since heart feels incomplete
But on melding with the void wayward ego vaporises
When grazed by grace we become bliss replete
Beholding in wonder how magnetism rises
The seeker who seeks does not exist
Except for a while in form as but an interface
So simply relinquishing beliefs and ceasing to resist
Separation ends and then God holds us in close embrace
the game of pretending
has gone on for too long
why do we crouch in fear
even though we are strong
with memory erased
we wander like the blind
a whisper comforts us
that soul’s divine aligned
pausing the flow of thought
in tranquil witness stance
by feeling not thinking
we turn inward our glance
relinquishing knowing
dropping every belief
softening attention
presence turns a new leaf
dwelling thus in the void
vibrance animated
in timeless time we see
ego’s decimated
awareness self-aware
is then what we reclaim
bliss magnetism rises
rapture that has no name
as we so surrender
polarities mingle
that all’s one we then see
our eye becomes single
from outside looking in
poised beyond space and time
our peaceful heart at rest
we imbibe bliss beat’s chime
labor day heralds her arrival
she is toasty warm this year,
uneasy about relinquishing summer
school excitement has turned to disappointed sameness
in but a few days
Amazon is my night penetrating
alert I sprung from branch tight
it is buck nutritious blood
observation stark from green-blue irises
beauty meets danger not looking away
lithe tongue saliva intestine surrender
Muscles sinewy, handsome black the Sky
claws ripping buck’s bones snap cracks
mitochondria leaps from atoms, stars dance
to splash spine fluid about sand wet soft
mirroring clear a rebirthing act
nature ascertains when to numb nerves to claws
no eluding life when hunger mud stalks
Iridescence watches flesh rip longing lick
buck relinquishing spirit ~ cannot groan
black fur transmuting flesh disappearing
leather into charcoal night appearing
her thickening her for next week’s killing
time folding ouroboros
Panther curls, tailing
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[ Poet’s Note in Comments Section ]
resurrecting gods worshiped in our dreams
reality of what is, is denied
relinquishing belief borne by thought streams
with the pulse of clear truth choose to abide
Why would we strive to become who we are,
being simply the light that lights all lights,
here and now within, not some place afar,
felt as humming magnetism that delights,
banishing blackness of the darkest nights.
Relinquishing vicarious knowing,
in tranquil silence we keep on flowing.
Ahh the shadows hello old friends
Under dark skies which over me bends
Within its folds it jealously keeps
The watch over me as I sleep
Heeding the peal of dreaming's knell
The sleeper awakes in mystic spell
Ballads from some unknown sage
Played out upon no earthly stage
Revelations wide and deep
Knowledge belonging only to sleep
I tread these trails both near and far
That begin and end with but one door
To pass beyond a fare is bade
Unwillingly the price is paid
Relinquishing the treasures lent
I awake with only wonderment
The greatest pleasure
the absence of pain
The greatest freedom
relinquishing gain
The greatest message
the one from inside
The greatest secret
the hardest to hide
A dollar given
a blessing earned
A lesson taught
a lesson learned
A truth in waiting
a lie untold
A promise whispered
a pledge on hold
When voices call
the doubtful pander
When questions breed
they’re left unanswered
When lost in space
there’s room for motion
When Venus reigns
new love’s devotion
Written in code
the warning’s hidden
Freeing the words
— tomorrow given
(The New Room: December, 2025)
When men gather to make the laws and settle the day, all seems safe and comforting and well- There are disagreements between them as always, but compromise is always the quest-
But when men hold themselves above this thesis is when dangerous demons will not quell-
It is now for all to stand up against these non truths, never relinquishing to rest-
But when the demons have erupted, they will not easily be dismissed-
They will say they are helping the common man, which most will believe-
Only some will realize the deception, and look back sadly at past days missed-
Then all become restless seeing the true nature of these beasts, bringing final desolution and grief-
Then comes bloodshed and chaos until the next band of men appear, promising help and change- And once again the cycle begins with hope and inspiration for all to feast-
How would the endless cycle be stopped, with thinkers only purveying the same old range- Alas it cannot and will not be haulted, because the nature of man is ruled by its beast-
Fingers of sunlight fuse and bleed
Pouring through cloudy turbid skies
Gently spilling its warmth to concede
Unsettling winds that unceasingly sigh
Muting the thunderous applause of a storm’s demise
A bluebell sky lights the promises of a changing day
Teeming with the brilliance of light that breach
The forecast of wind and weather relinquishing my dismay
As joy implores happiness in song filled harmonies unleash
This empirical miracle of hope’s heavenly array
This partly cloudy day makes me think of you
You are like the unsettled weather
As your feelings shift from gray to blue
Your laughter breaks through like the sun untethered
While your heart wraps around each loving hue
With tonal loving sounds of our day beginning anew
Dropping all beliefs, including concept of God
Sliding into stillness in the cave of our heart
As a non-doer, give tranquil silence a nod
Stripped of the I-thought, all fears depart
Silence animated, our soul presence is still
In timeless time we sense bliss ignition start
Relinquishing all knowing, we surrender will
With ego erased, in timeless time we feel
Bliss dew drops on heart’s window sill
It is our choice whether to suffer or heal
In the cave of the heart, prayerfully kneel
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