DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST
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Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
underneath time and the cedar’s scent
a gathering of dust pixies flutters, luminescent.
adventurous, bubbly, curious, daring, effervescent.
Their xerophytic murmurs fill the attic air;
dancing on sunbeams upon gossamer wings,
these aerial acrobats ballet on dust motes illuminantly.
flecks glimmer, hundreds invade jubilantly.
Prismatic creatures of color, lively as summer’s breeze,
they celebrate the dust, mundane
journeying through mystical realms where they reign.
kaleidoscopic, luminous, microscopic, numerous, opulent.
Zipping back into the cedar’s shadows,
innocent guardians of memories hide in forgotten linens,
their fleeting glimpse of magic locked away.
playful, quirky, restless, synchronous, twinkletoes
The moment we met was a tumultuous storm
We both were damaged and new
Still, our minds melded until we saw the moon
A passion that surpassed the physical realm
I asked for a second date pretending to not care
By second date the storm turned into a hurricane
Only this time a perfectly synchronous formation
Bonded deeply by our similar traumas and tribulations
The first time we let ourselves go we knew it was game over
Never before had my intensity matched so equally
Letting me out of my cage simultaneously freed her
Never again unrequited, finally cared, finally loved.
yet the
Autumn leaves are
still falling from
the naked trees
like a deck of
falling cards from
the magical hands
of the casino card dealer
flushing out
kings and queens
aces and spades
from the looking-glass mirror
are the frightened faces of
The Joker dancing
through the wind parade
until the next card shuffle
is played and somehow
we can only see
the broad flashes of light
red blue green
and a little bit of indigo
in between the gigantic
spinning roulette wheel
and behold the
synchronous flight of starlings
across the autumn blue sky
‘if I could I would give her
the moon on a spoon …´
in synchronous rotation
orbits speed in compassion
around a union made in heaven
charged in meditation
the Universe expands
stellar love upon a wishing star
knows no infinitum
tantric togetherness weaves
heavenly pleasures
awaits once intergalactic dust
settles in mind body and soul
making love with no end
and no beginning
a daily practice in humility
an afterglow when spoons mingle
scoops up all that matters
no space in between
What do you think, the moon's trying to hide,
spinning in synchronous rotation.
Maybe the answer, is on the far side,
a bitter truth, behind the evasion.
Why do you think, the moon alters it's face,
and disguises itself every day,
Could it be that, what it's hidden in space,
is not something to be seen anyway.
How do you think, the moon raises the tide,
and then reduces it down through the night,
It uses it's force, from deep down inside,
to hide it's secrets, behind it's bright light.
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Only starting or just begun
Synchronous melding joined as one
Rhythmic breathing no thought for pause
Merged together, effect and cause
The little yellow frogs
are pumping their thighs
creating synchronous ripples
over the lily pond,
it's a musical moment
but a silent one.
A Blue Jay cackles-out,
its scolding rattle
slaps my ears.
The frogs for a short while
croak back,
then return
to their silent work-out,
water music resumes.
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Stretching our inner silence, grazed by tender bliss touch divine
We sense the osmotic percolation of a heavenly perfume
Fragrance sublime, to which no label we may assign
Is the magic within, how our heart lotus blooms
Spherical cognition, fusion of our senses
As the twin heart lotus opens up petal by petal
In synchronous exuberance, unified presence dances
Whilst we graciously imbibe elixir of the divine bestowed miracle
Outer polarity of our mind body melds with nature during spring
Gently swaying flowers drawing us closer by magnetism
Mirrored by the heart lotus within, that bliss brings
Each node in form, an electrified sensorium
In between the two lotuses facing each other
We feel a steady purring energy exchange toroidal
On entering therein, vivified by an elixirous divine bliss shower
Teleported to boundless, climaxing joy ineffable that has no parallel
13-March-2021
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Within form, reborn
Nodes within that adorn
Each node comes alive
Making radiant the body hive
Each node an awareness sphere
The nodes entwined, enjoined, very near
Thereby circumference being nowhere
And centre everywhere
Likewise without form, in singular oneness
Distinct yet dissolved free flowing be-ness
The truth all pervading
All encompassing
Is the all
In form, without form ...
Back to body consciousness
All nodes resonation synchronous
In unison, in tandem, in rhythm
Love energised within the divine bosom
Our being as such, the core, undefined
No duality or plurality, when divine entwined
Such is the be-ness, oneness
In staid stillness
05-November-2020
cessation of transient expectation
as also anticipation
arising owing to radiant emptiness
centred in formlessness
consciousness having no matter
onto which ego cravings may anchor
being void and enigmatic like space
vibrant with magnetic power of grace
automatically draws in the ohm current
omnipresent, omnipotent & self-existent
manifesting within form as ineffable bliss
as a climaxical ecstatic divine entwined caress
a rapture beyond measure within throbbing
all lifetrons in synchronous harmony dancing
the is-ness of aliveness within the flow
both captivating & liberating in silence mellow
in physicality being Sushumna erect & ignited
radiating the divine energy holding us delighted
and whilst we yet embrace all earth experience
engaging & releasing each pulse in continuance
being to become bliss in every vibration
mukti with bhukti our flowing orientation
by cessation
04-August-2020
Feel the divine nectar drip
As it embarks upon its trip
From the Bindu-Sahasrara
Via Ajna to the Anahata
Fire in Manipura must wait
As in the heart bliss elates
Expansion therein exponential
Amidst silent thunder magical
Feel numerous lifetrons awaken
From their slumber gently shaken
Rising in joy to the dance divine
In synchronous harmony all align
Each gyration of the Ohm pulse new
Renewing itself in beauteous hues
Dive in oh hermit! Dive in deep
Feel the nectar into each pore seep
Feel without imagining or anticipating
Pulse of divine magnetism scintillating
The rise, the peak, the plateau, the fall
Across all coordinates feel love call
Shifting tides being of no consequence
To formless presence jiving in innocence
Moment to moment to moment we flow
In resistanceless stillness gentle & slow
31-July-2020
Dance of lifetrons spontaneous
In carefree exuberance
Ignition within continuous
As a seductive tease of innocence
Bliss at peaked ecstatic amplitude
As a silent explosion within thunderous
Unbroken continuum of joyful solitude
Fusion of renewed reunion rapturous
There being no location higher or lower
In this orchestra divine
Each centre within alive in the bliss shower
In synchronous rhythm all align
30-July-2020
time travel’n peace —
ought we find rather death,
war — tread on me.
funny the face, the companionship
of outer space, the innocence
of the sun and sky.
she still provides
the radiance of warmth;
him the blue or gray stormy eyes.
down ‘low discovery of weeds,
white and yellow petals, bitter tea.
commoners in chicory-chattering.
synchronous chattels, green and tarnished.
wile away withering hours, wemberlies
wheedle into every corner.
down to brass tacks, blowup buses
when school’s back in session
bananas in lunch pail...we’re all going
4/2/2020
wemberlies - worried
brass tacks - essentials
At rehab the angels of sobriety made me write the word Love in the soil with
Jacaranda petals the colour of indigo from a rainbow and crown chakra in waiting
‘There was a beautiful soul here who drew a Heart of same petals on the lawn’
I flew like a bee to sweet honey to a visiting Queen of Fairy Tale Land unaware
That She was the synchronous painter a kind Universe sent as soulmate and wife
21st May 2018
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