spinning to the split sounds

of smooth flutes

vibrations beating from the root

in a rainbow web of what’s beyond

the body’s sensate ability to correspond

 

whirling within Shiva’s snakes ascending

rising through the great vortex

into the Universal Being

 

there was an era lost in time

the grids of home were re-defined

as the ever-enveloping divine

 

lifted into the Sirian spiral

and gently loomed down

to skin-sacks of bones in a pile

 

no, it didn’t hurt for what was learned

is prophesised to become the world.

 

 

 

Dual Sculptures of Singularity

stacked stones

male and female bones

circles and slabs

the outstanding balance 

they have

 

holds still to the rhythm.

the White Hole is what we see

the moment death comes encompassing

 

the Void of Black, devouring space

is merely duality taking place

 

light running on a Silver Chord, toward

a cosmic exchange of energies.

 

 

what then, is there left to fear,

if nowhere and never is always and here?

 

physical laws are frightened of taking the leap

from plus and from minus ~ toward Infinity.

 

 

This is My House!

next to my door

is the floor

I stand touching every surface of the sphere

in my room here,

it’s becoming clear

that my home is my neighbor’s lair.

 

as light slows down,

forming mass and ground

and vibrates with the frequency of sound

 

the truth of sensation becomes clear to me,

that my toes may be touching

every thought, every where, every thing.

 

going with the flow of motion
the whole Universe is an ocean
no reason to take too serious
waves will always rise and crash

well, fire burns and turns to ash!

but it’s particles sparkle past,
the flames float on and forever last,

blowing in the wind.

what is this tight resistance?

clutching to rationalizations

creating tension in my vibrations

caging Self in

apart from what I know

inside of the Ego

apart from the growth

of the Silver Band

leading Home.

I got electrocuted on a Sunday

by a rabbit hungry for wire

 

tranced to 

take it easy;

listen to the pattern

of his tranquil pulse

 

apart from the chords

 

dig it out! dig it out!

shifting tidelines,

show me your insides

I’ll take you to the plethora 

of pixies

 

lose your old life in a new sight

 

a labyrinth of lunar prisms

currents crash in hot-cold schisms

but the water calms

 

as two sides combine

Mother Earth and Father Sky

complete the circle

towards the Nirvana, the Divine

 

your eyes crimson, glazed

barter for an astral haze

 

red shift, under misty moons

 

 

Little Life

swirling down tendrils

spiraling like a slide for sprites 

celestial skeletons wander

on a spinning sphere, in fright

all creatures ignited with

some kind of spark

waiting for the match’s flame 

to meet the ending mark

time does not exist

in such a place as this

your rush is draining 

it of color

splash me with stars!

 

now I know who I am

being naked, and free

not in fornt of you

not in front of me 

conflated with everything

 

a bud blooming to be

the harbinger of 

stellar sights, lights, colors bright

 

the gossamer web’s silk strands

shine with crystal wisdom

to spread of love, of energy

power of the one-eyed head

teach them, the skin will shed

after the painful process, it’s gone

 

they’ll understand they were found

being lost.