Mystical explorer
of infinite
adventure

to go at it alone,
ah for in the end
alone is where
we are

find this mystery
a perplexing glance
at extraordinary
persistence

the Samurai of their
own kind

in the end,
all is you,
an all indeed
composed
of
you

find this essence,
the killer spirit
the immortal one

She never let go
of that feeling,
a sacred
in-tune'ness
with the
inner-child

a saint, or guru
a refusal to
surrender

a beacon of light
she reminds
all those who
cross her

stronger than the gods,
and more present
than a monk

the core spiritual
ground
that may have been
forgotten

Seek it,
an adventurer
and design
that of enlivening
sparkle

gentle, like water
not constricted
but active
alive,
as a child

life is better,
simply desire it
and find
it can be
transcended

mountains more
of potential
a satisfactory
passing
and writer
of your own
story

never relieve
this energy
as it is your guide
not one of perfectness
though one of
mystery
and
bliss

Ah yes,
a reminder
and attunement
back with the self
this poetry causes

returning again
to sacred etching
communication
with the higher
and purest
truth

Poetry this is,
a holy reflection

grasping at the strands,
a mighty string
that keeps a mind
from chaos
and in-tune

A moldable world
of fear and love
within yourself
you exist
apart
from the
outside

a sacred merging
between the source
and barrier
a simple dissolving
of the illusion

an essence larger
than it believes
grander,
than a thousand suns
in the skys
of the galaxy

the outside is in,
and the in
is outside

a simple breeze,
a gentle whisper
...
everything  
will
be
alright

Why is it that
the depths
reveal the greatest
insights

of oblivion,
into chaos
confrontation
with the
daemon

the verge of death
and all suffering
deeper,
deeper
we dive

touching the limit,
that between
life and
the end

a gentle spark
of a thousand suns
the ignition
of something so powerful
it's silence
and light

obliteration of all that is
a welcoming white room
a familiar place
where we all
reside

Waves of bliss
and rain
we get met with
remembrance
of all the same

feelings,
like the wind
they permeate
the fabric
of all
we know

glimpse at the serenity
the time drops
of infinite
we've found a place
far from where
the angels reside

stillness in essence
on meaning in word,
the most powerful
capsule
of true nature

delicate soundwaves
of permanence
all that remains
is all that goes

to fight is to lose
and to surrender,
is to live