I am the one who walks the sky unshod,
a wanderer stitched from wind and wish.
Rules fall from me like rain from a cloud~
I drift where thought becomes pearlized silver,
where the world grows soft around its edges,
and every dream becomes a road I can follow.
If they had crossed channels and straits,
Unshod and broken,
Or had penetrated borders at night,
Using the glowing lamps of their pupils only,
Or had come stealthily
Like drunken thieves upon a cooperage,
Breathing heavily
With the heaving chests of grifters,
Do not treat them as spies.
They are Exiles.
So miserable are their auras that
They smell of scandal —
Scandal surrounding prodigals who broke
Every rule that needed to be broken,
Thus breaking free from the gouts of the
Infested and hard-stomping feet of
Their broken land.
At the dark intersection of convergent shadows
There lies an orphan thumb tack,
A silent menace to unshod feet,
Waiting to jolt me awake from the dream.
And it wouldn’t come as an unwelcome surprise.
I’ve been experiencing life in syndication.
Living off the residuals of tired plots
And oft quoted tag lines:
"To the moon, Alice!"
“Lucy, I’m home!”
“Son of a gun!”
“Dyno-mite!”
How many re-runs does it take
Till you run out of reasons for watching?
My publicist was admitted to rehab.
My agent never returns my calls.
The last time I walked the red carpet
Was in a black and white photograph.
But I did look stunning!
as long as we be in mind, we are bound ~
enter heart unshod, walk on holy ground
Having discarded all imagined knowing,
with eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
witnessing soma nectar within flowing,
poised in silence, as our consciousness we hone,
exhuming ego we come into our own.
Ego depends on thought and thought on desire,
so when there remain no objects to acquire,
formless presence tip toes into heart unshod,
which is how with the universe we conspire,
to behold in direct sight, the face of God.
if you truly wish to see God ~
tip toe into your heart unshod
strobes of love and light: messages from God ~
they resound in heart: walk in there unshod
ego unfed
is now dead so
we’re led by God
we walk unshod
inside God’s heart
Who nods gently
benign bliss burns
have upturned heart
that yearns for God
we know but yet
we covet lust
forgetting God
what should we do
to renew light
anew within
no one else knows
our soul rows on
in slow motion
Rattling through the bogs, my love in limbo
Battling against the odds, arms akimbo
Too late to tear down the walls that they've built
Ate a cat-o-nine tails and swallowed their guilt
They demanded, then broke, my humanity
Hot branded, and stoked, my insanity
Purely for sport, the game, and the kill
With orders to READY, AIM, and FIRE at will
Now hobbled in pain, where the crossroads meet
On a cobblestone lane, with unshod feet
I've groped, so long on this road, I'll just say
I've hoped, I've dreamed, now I'll just fade away
feet tracing ruts
softened by the weight of others
the path was worn
polished
not by insight
but by generations
unquestioning the same direction
a weed split the sidewalk
where my foot hesitated
they handed us maps
already marked, folded
creased at the routes
they wanted us to traverse
walls hung with heirlooms
no one claimed
shadows
longer than the rooms
classrooms’ chalkboards of certainty
offices pressed flat with protocol
we learned the art
of veiling the eye behind the eye
we drank from vessels
lips like waiting mouths
etched with forgotten crests
believing the shape of the cup
taught us thirst
air rehearsed its return
like a tethered animal pacing
the same invisible circle
inscribed with grace
shaped like a cage
narrowing the limit
of knowledge
of wisdom
altars made from repetition
shaped our days
to fit the mold
filed down the splinters of doubt
until only smooth compliance remained
tell me—
what is awakening
if not the moment
your hand reaches
for a handle
no one told you was there
and the quiet moment after waking
my heart
uncertain
unshod
hesitates…
“sans thought we see there’s no one here ~
we are not this form, why then fear?”
~ quote by poet
If we truly wish to see God,
tip-toe into the heart unshod,
a child again, loving and kind,
leaving ego spawned thoughts behind.
By thus befriending the vast void,
we as Self, pure and unalloyed,
first recognise we’re living light,
drenched with rapture of bliss delight.
Thoughts rest, no agenda’s tabled,
thus we become love enabled,
free at last and feeling complete,
our head surrendered at God’s feet.
All we see is an illusion,
lucid dreams causing delusion,
so turn all concepts upside down
and in mists of bliss, choose to drown.
in ambedo trance
we wished
the sun of joy would never set
but it did
since the matrix
is designed to bind us with mind
remorseless
and unapologetic
as we decay … is the flow of time
as long as we dream
which in truth is up to us
at any moment, silence sets us free
there is a catch
of course there always is
sans thought, our ego, our identity dies
do we dare
to meld with the inky black void
if we do, then tip toe into heart unshod
embrace silence
where bliss magnetism beckons
our formless awareness to merge with God
Groping in the darkness of mind, our presence
sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by
ego, finding no peace in inanities …
deaf to soul’s whispers.
Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the
flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing
mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we …
ascend in stillness.
The path pathless, yet appears, when we so choose
without excuse, to enter God’s heart unshod,
mirrored in our own, sensed by soul in silence …
transcending earth life.
Head versus heart, which should we choose
The ego or the soul
Come, come now, follow your heart’s muse
Do what you will, feel whole
Conscience, the voice of God
Pleads, please give love a nod
Walk into heart unshod
Close, yet apart
Head versus heart
Celebrate fall, celebrate rise,
for it is after all, a game
over before ink of heart dries,
so let’s fulfil here now soul’s aim.
The times’ now to give love a nod,
entering cave of heart unshod,
transformed therein as living light,
pulsating with joy, day and night.
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