Where do I begin,
within a deep, intricate ravine of what I have seen,
where I have been, to the breathing, living hell.
Down there, it’s a knife’s edge,
A broken ledge, where defeat becomes foundation,
the destination that leads to transformation.
Devastation, fuel for impossible imagination.
Broken down…
Piece by piece…
Torn open into a million species.
Cuts so deep it releases,
revealing truth, untouched, unrepressed,
completely undressed of all that’s come to rest
I am bleeding…
healing…
Feeling…
Down there, I found a treasure so rare,
I dare use words to bring to life,
what was once resting on the edge of life’s knife.
But a seed spawned and the roots cracked through,
twisting…
existing between what grew and how I knew you.
A new mind was born from this ancient storm,
A new heart, warm…
Absorbed in the fall…
Oh, what a sensual experience after all.
I brought the shadow to the light, I witnessed your bare,
Vulnerable…
Fervent…
My darkest servant.
Dark grey first autumn breath a bone chill hint,
summer’s sun- rash boom absconds on trailing glint,
luscious terrain brazen in hue’d rose cheek,
hazy mountain slope a sombre damp peak,
tint and tapestry awakened brisk fall gasp,
dapper drift net shades spawned to grasp,
pigment in meadow mould a gold rim beige,
tone shift bold red, earth brown, copper rage,
sweet gum tree orange, purplish fervent die,
to sniff katsura pink tree, charred candy sigh,
hail harvest bountiful, heart rippling feast,
red fire ablaze, hungry tongue wild yeast
beetroot, turnip, parsnip, root crops galore,
“Falls” raw lungs whiff hearty soup of yore,
yet honey-tinged morn, fleet of foot pause,
fades as cold plummet primes its icy claws,
green copse shrunk, drab moon weepy tune,
woodsy wren hoarding food in mournful croon.
mud squelch booth on path, smog purged lair,
wet moss splurge rinses pollen, season gulps air
We search for God and He too so searches
for Himself in each heart, veiled by thought mists,
yet in silence, the bird of truth perches
on love’s moonbeam when we shed to-do lists,
spawned by the ego that always resists.
Such dear souls, is the divine paradox,
resolved the day when we choose to detox.
plot each thought ego begot
it but affirms what we’re not
a spiders web, by mind spawned
not God’s light that in heart dawned
In the splendorous sky of my halcyon heart,
shimmering with the glow of argentine art,
like the sequins of the moon you sparkled,
I absorbed your seraphic sheen hewn.
In scorched sky above the wasteland of my life,
cumulus clouds hovered as rainless clumps.
In their smoldering shadow
a desert spawned in my heart.
At its fading fringe in the oasis of yearning
you became the mesmeric meadow in my heart
where I traced a turquoise trail of dulcet dreams,
discerned the lattice of my love engrave
the enticing emblem of the blooming rose,
with its patina eternally frozen on your face.
When my golden pasture gleamed
with the eventide’s heavenly hues,
you embellished the rose buds of rapture,
I saw unfurl in your entranced eyes
with the lilting luster of covert craving.
As twilight painted the panorama of passion,
my suffused sky dissolved with sapphire serenity,
spread sensuality spectrum on your visage,
flowering as a stardust smeared scarlet rose
in the secret garden of my heart.
Some sort of Dread Father
Must have made us
For the way we all seem
Born from chaos
Just as destruction
Predates creation
And stainless steel
Is predated by rust
Yes, mold grows on flesh
But flesh grows on bone
And is mold not
A decay of its own?
The intersection
Of both life and death
A life born from the dead
That it feeds on
Were we not spawned
From the end of the rest?
From the greatest collapse's
Dying breath
From dying stars
And stardust never born
Mourn the making
Of all us made to mourn
clarity dawns but the world is a blur
swirling wisps of smoke spawned by heart’s desire
bliss magnetism rises as chakras whir
there remain no goals for which we aspire
there are dark desires in which we indulge
yet vibrant presence is impacted not
we drink to our fill but acquire no bulge
since we’re anchored not in stuporous thought
with ego spawned desires reduced to naught
weaving our path through every vibration
we embrace and release each sensation
A God-spark, capsuled in form,
senses currents cool and warm,
joyous on feeling contrast,
not knowing earth life won’t last.
Thought spawned illusions amaze,
so soon the soul’s in a daze,
descent chosen by free will,
so he must now trudge uphill.
To rise on an upward arc,
is easy for the God-spark,
if in heart its quest does start,
a simple shift and yet an art.
Mind has a life of its own,
which it is loathe to disown,
so continues spewing thought,
a web in which soul is caught.
A day comes when desires cease,
thoughts ebb and soul flows with ease,
propelled by bliss magnetism,
enlivening body prism.
Cessation then paves the way,
compelling mind to obey,
pulse of heart, all love and light,
filling form with bliss delight.
Heaven then descends to earth,
childlike hearts bubbling with mirth,
recognising all are one,
as God’s spark, same as the sun.
the soul that fell
must cleanse its heart
before reuniting with source
recognising all as one and none apart
just as dawn’s first light is clearly beheld
awakening too must be free from fear
with all ego spawned desires ended
whence light of God draws near
mindfulness is the key
breath by breath self-aware
remaining in a stillness continuum
seeing ego spawned thoughts as a snare
save obliterating ego there seems no way
living out our earth life in total surrender
radiating the effervescence of love
felt as soundless bliss thunder
In playfulness, we created a dream,
within which just as an actor on stage,
to feel fully each ripple in our heart,
we chose to enter deep ambedo trance,
whence having forgotten our origin,
blown like a leaf in storms we had conjured,
we were compelled to inquire who we are,
in as that light which does not come and go,
not knowing that in truth there was nothing,
except wisps of smoke dancing in sunlight,
held in embrace by space, taunted by time,
being the womb in which desires are spawned,
which we saw clearly when thought mists lifted,
in the vast, vibrant void of cessation,
where poised at a singularity point,
recognising we were the magician,
knowing that there is nothing to be done,
we woke up in the dream as the dreamer,
employing power of bilocation,
deemed as a madman when we laughed at death.
“Ignorance does not create any doubt. What shall I do, being endowed with modifications of the mind? They arise and dissolve like bubbles in water.”
Upon recognising we’re not body-mind,
which is a vessel allotted for our use,
it matters not if form flounders about blind,
since we are immune to each ego spawned ruse,
joyfully playing our life role as assigned,
allowing soma nectar from heart to ooze.
Thoughts rise and subside like waves of the ocean
but our core is still, distanced from commotion.
Passion spawned in hearts filled with desire
ignites to become raging fires
The coach of age is moving forward
It doesn’t stop, not for a moment
With us inside, this trip is long
Or maybe not, it ends like song
We’ve been and done, laughed, felt and grieved
Pushed forward, aimed and believed
Sometimes won but often lost
And carry memories embossed
Spawned life, read books and places went
Earned what we could and spent spent spent
Gazed at night skies, imbibed the breeze
Made love and hugged the main squeeze
And while the train is moving on
Those places to which once were drawn
Revisit, not to have remorse
When motion stops and off we’re forced
Talk to thy friends, remember time
When younger were, in our prime
Don’t miss this chance, it will be gone
We disembark while time moves on
Do all the good you can while here
Just do what’s right and feel no fear
These ain’t my words, but wisdom is
And trust not me but your heart, please
Stand tall with nothing to regret
Be all you can and leave no debt
You’d never know what is unread
In book of yours before you’re dead
Lit all the candles while one can
For strangers and one’s own clan
We live, then leave without lore
So, let them burn just little more
January 26, 2026
urchins
lurkin’
pick pockets
slick rockets
cash gone
search spawned
no leads
heart bleeds
drop case
God’s grace
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