Whether God be emptiness,
a blind and empty void

Or God be himself,

You can acknowledge
that there exists

a creative force

Sat upon clay colored cushions
In the breadth of foreign land
two young men and a boy
listen in,
to Spanish TV

Mosquitos hover intently
upon warm humid air
lowering to replenish
with itchy precision

Flowery aromas,
of fruit-scaped hills
pour through parted Windows
of 13 glass panes  

a white sock and a black sock
the moment feels the same
still typing
trying to find,
my purpose here

I like it
when the world is
calm

stable,
as nature is

with direction and purpose
no confusion
in the air

You forgot the core meaning
the deeper truth
in why we do
what we do

A vital ingredient,
the foundation of
life
to develop and grow
into our
fullest potential

like the redwood tree,
and the poppy
the huckleberry bushes
and the bobcat

why aren't you on track?

sitting around hoping,
dreaming and sinning

cease the day takes on
a different meaning
as in each day,
your opportunity
for growth exists

wake up!

Actualize the life you desire,
make your wisdom true
grow as a redwood
and reach the sky

I listened to the Rasta,
the Monk
and the Buddha
I listen to Christ
and all his Angel's
I listen to the voice
of the Anima,
her glistening beauty

The elemental wisdom of the Natives,
I hear
and those from the past,
settlers,
the sailors
the children

To the teachers,
of materialist
literature

I listen to the music,
the air
and the trees

The gentle whispers of the creek,
and a blaring car alarm

Voices are plenty, and the only truth
is all
all of them, and all as one
some simple reality
behind the veil
of the many

Be authentic,
you as you can be
this is all I ask
of all

let no one take you
away from
truth
rise
and find your way,
again
reclaim that essence
your soul's
true fabric

The beauty in your eyes
erupts as volcanos
vomiting oil paints
into moonlit darkness

Re-emergence
decadent remembrance
of the un-dusted
mirror

fallen through a dream
into illusionary
and twisting
lines

awakened,
the sweet surfacing
of familiarity

shaken awake
by God's grace
nothing else,
only the external
influence
of the mystic

Truth was clear,
it required no intellect
or constructs of mind
present,
the divine taste remained

clarity was not building,
it was letting go,
an unraveling
ah this
nirvana

re-encourage a pursuit,
the opposite of effort
unchain and unravel
all that you know
and perhaps you
too will
catch a glimpse

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

Fundamental
base-layer
of direct contact
with the
substance

fallen again,
upon this surface
where there is
no lower

a familiar friend,
the messenger
of pain
though his presence
is neutral

his only message is this,
"get back up, or stay here"

reflecting upon the past,
ah this ladder of heights
upon it,
your two legs
stood

so my friend,
will you stand and climb again,
or will you dwell here
amongst all the others?

Find rythm,
a delicate balance
of exposure and
hiding

sacred utterances
of the heart's magnificent
whispers

listen to it,
for she is sure
of her paths

energy screams
and awakens
a sudden
remembering
of what
your  mission
is

Channel this,
focus it
and obliterate
the devil

rise into life,
the living water
you didn't know
you missed

even the sweetest
of fruits, memories
and happiest moments
fade into nothing

to be grateful
for the fleeting life
and to realize
that all is
loss

it is all washed away,
into an infinite and
galactic ocean
into the very fabric
that wove
creation

fall into nothingness,
as to say goodbye

the question of why attach
to something so fleeting
and why even love,
when it will all
disappear

perhaps rewarded,
in some after-life
or reacquainted
with eternal
memory

And here we are,
in this presence

an illusion
of stability
for but a brief
time

She took me too close
to mother nature's
flowery face
a place
of constant
birth
and
death

.

.

reflections of self,
nature is I
and I nature
at my humblest
roots

Remember to breathe...
and flow with the rythm,
that sacred pulsing rythm

the one of life and a heartbeat,
the one of nature, the trees,
and the moon

sway with the core dance,
a gentle movement,
as the trees in gentle
wind

Stepping into the ether
an effervescent radiance
of the unknown

a calling for something higher
a hero's journey
into alignment

though here in this place,
this place
so very few
find

the dark becomes the "other"
and wants to ***** it out
this light,
this sacred light
you shine

soulful mentality
with serpent like wisdom
you venture forth
keeping guarded
your sacred light

ah, the demons,
the innocent monsters
of their native land
the dark

something irritates them
when this light shines
it needs to be killed,
put to sleep
and made like the dark

my friend,
if you feel this light
I am with you
until the end
follow it,
listen to it
for she
will guide you
home

into some higher form,
a more tuned in
frequency
nonsense to some
though pure truth
to us

listen close,
she whispers as a friend
and sometimes screams
when you're in danger

drop deeper into the essence
the bless'ed calling
of all God's people
people of the light,
people with a calling

carry on, for in the end is death
and it is the same for all
though don't let death
stop you

Grasping at
this essence
some magical
force
of purity

grant me access
to your infinite
wisdom
my source,
and friend

permit me entrance
a desperate collecting
and striving
for your vibrance

this painful
confrontation
with the face
of love

ripping it apart
a graceful
destruction
and fruit
of
surrender

This moment unfolds
    bringing new thought

of rasta colors
and a lonestar
stance
samurai mentality
and chaotic
thought
a seeker of wisdom
from trees and Christ
the practitioner of war
and meditation

Fell through a
thousand suns
into an abyss
of grinding
darkness

suppressed and forced
to stand up,
or die

what is this place?
a genesis,
a sprouting
up of
creation

claiming my own power,
my own will,
my own essence
of humming
core
energy

rooted in freedom,
the soul is,
as delicate as a dove
and cannot be
contended with

listen to her,
listen to her,
listen to her

Who told you
it's illegal
to feel great

why do you believe
that vibrations
of higher realms
are unattainable

don't you know
that hell is your mind?
and in the minds of others?

you can rise higher,
there are new places
and sacred feelings
that exist
within  
your
reach

though bear it in mind,
that those in hell
fire shots
at those who rise
not of their own accord
but from their own
ignorance

thoughts precipitate
upon burning rocks
evaporating
into the atmosphere
feel the kiss
of burning moisture
and remember
...

remember,
you are in control
you are the creator
the shaper
of a more
sacred
reality

take your power back
and use it for good
mold this mess
back into something
more beautiful

In a crowd looking out
my love, the world
under a waterfall
of milky moonlight

I am but a star
in a constellation of many
her, the world
my heart's captor

though as bright as I shine
my light is in vain
her, the world
only sees the sun

Perhaps a dream
will guide my way
or your bluish glance
will connect with me

her, the world
my heart's captor
seas of splendor
and curves of heaven

I know one day
you'll come to see
that I the star,
am plain to see

a sun up close,
for now i'm far

my light will kiss
your delicate face
where life resides
and birth awaits

these chapters come
and soon will go
for this I know
our time will come

oh, to be
just like the sun
warming your skin
of saharan mud

oh my love,
of blue and green
I pray to you
so you'll look to me

Saturn's rings
she can't contend
nor Mar's skin
her sunlit charm

A planet amongst many,
my earth of green and blue
though my light
my love,
was always for you

The story has no memory
it just starts here
the eeriest of feelings
caress this peculiar vision

quick head turn
to get the hair out of my face
eyes glance up i see her
over there across the street

our eyes meet

the world begins to disappear
radiant eyes gaze into my soul
as mine reflect the exact energy
back at her

Not a look of lust or flirtation
a divine look, of some unspeakable
spiritual communication  
which goes back thousands of years

Past lives whirl as the universe warps
back to the big bang or conception
endless vast time in preparation
for this moment here

A story that takes place in a millisecond
yet the most profound i’ve told
of an event in the future that hasn’t happened
yet already has

in some distant land

For what is it
that came before,
a word
spoken truer
than a thousand
suns

Where did it arise
a mystical simplicity
that evades
modern thought

a delving into the real
places of purity
and sense

He asked what the meaning
of life is
and she answered...

Love is all that matters,
Love is all that matters

Gravitational forces
towards something better
as if it exists
buried beneath
some distant desert

what is it
that strains to convey
itself
in this broken poetry
as if truth were at
the tip of its tongue

perhaps it's to feel real
for only a moment
to escape the routine
of making a living
which only yields
a skeleton
compacted in dirt

Take my writing
let it fly upon the wind
let it touch the four corners
of Earth's spiritless surface
Take it farther!
upon the wings of doves
and sound waves of conversation
to red and gaseous planets
let even the martian men
attempt to
translate

The darkness comes around,
a seemingly endless cave
will come to light

persevere even
through the coldest
nights
and find what exists
at the other end
of it

Persist, even in the midst
of tremendous pressure,
when the end of the road
is out of sight

hang on, even when depleted,
and find that life's greatest
surprises arise
when you're just about
to
give up

a maddening journey
awaits they
who dare

Movement of time collides
with tear drop melody
darkened angel
to final day symphony:

gun blasts in homeland
enter familiar flesh-
different tongues conceal
common threads that makes us

wounded souls call for God
in bomb dimpled lands-
far from American eyed reach
and inside

amidst spiritual sands

Treading with foot print patterns
around rock’s pure holiness
meditating in temples
laden in gold tributes

seeking truth’s distant comfort

guns blast in homelands
families wonder why-

pain embraces consciousness
dripping hints of salvation
into thick Iron pools
of Christ’s calling

red horse not so distant
seven seals awakening
run back to one
it’s time to find love

Share your energy
that mitigates fear
help those who struggle,
calm down
and smile

step into this current,
this magical current
made of love

regain your sight
remember to hear

see the temptations
evaporate
as you gently
and humbly
take the scroll
of your
mission

listen close
to this present moment
where all truth resides
and lies dissipate

this sacred space

What would it mean,
this inverse capacity
for finding the illogical,
a contemplation upon
an endless mystery

This life you find yourself in,
a planet,
a place you didn't choose

why perhaps this realm
of disintegration
presents such
complex struggle

to find peace,
to seek something
higher,
this insane desire
in a reality so fleeting

what a perplexing thought
this is,
to have tranquility
even amidst
the most violent
of worlds

solve this puzzle,
a prize to unlock
where meaninglessness
transforms into meaning
and pointlessness
becomes the point

A logical takedown
presented and countered
a mystical gest
and strategic retreat

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Donned the artillery,
and organized forces
armed as Khan
with the world's finest

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Targeted his pawns,
the weaker ones
and sniped them
though they grew stronger

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Disintegrated logic
evaporated power
and fury
replaced by humbleness

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

A breath of defeat,
and a simple recognition
of who it is I'd been wrestling

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

We fly away
as simple dust
in an eternal
spell

crafted realities
in all different forms
we've danced through the times
and weathered the chapters

find this rhythm
some simple truth,
you've seen the end
and I am there

a connection beyond the temporal
some spiritual
remembrance
of the deafened
winds

you've called through the dark,
breaking of the dawn,
a connection
eternal,
you I join
in the midst of
ten thousand suns

expansion beyond measure
we've taken this plunge
and I've found the resolve
to remember you,
and bring you with,
as we
fly

In wartime,
our music emerges

tsunami of thought
and consciousness  

our music sings
to the innocent rebellion

It's ok to listen  
to a song
twice

It's like 20,000 likes or knocks at the door
but not one of them the company I adore
emptiness, because of one vacancy

An ocean of fish, only one worth the keep
Different beauty, some beyond comprehension
still there’s that feeling, that feeling of incompletion
maybe you relate

I know she’s out there, waiting to be found
I don’t know where she’s from, her heart is sound
She’ll relate to me, she will, apart from physical thrills
Spiritual passion, and vulnerability
something I cannot speak of verbally.

If I could put it into writing I would, but ill get lost in my dreams
Something I want, something I need, like water or air, the oxygen I...
I feel her presence, but can’t find her, no matter where I go

I'll write songs and poetry, in hopes she'll come to me
Maybe i'll meet her at a store, or even the sea’s shore
A smiling face, a presence of light, what I imagine is as radiant as a last sunrise
She’s there, I swear, in my minds eye, not a race or color, she’s there

Over the ocean, colors and bliss, our eyes meet
Connection of the universe, this link between our brains.
An imaginary moment
                                                  that teases me.

She said there's a way
to cure suffering
it's that of recognition
and blossoming

a truth is
as it was,
and something
stepped
between

remember the beautiful,
and open up to it
fully

don't corrupt,
or damage
what naturally
sprouts

as a Redwood
begins as a stick,
the most giant
walked its
course

develop,
and unfold
surrender
and let go

actualization is natural,
and the only one in your way
is you

resemblance of
eternity,
a time and space
where all matter
is still

a positive acceptance
of the one you
killed

bring back to life,
the attraction
and appreciation
for this heavenly
design

appreciate and transform,
renew your mind
with newfound
wisdom

potent forces of
delightful
enchantment

Fear is what makes it scary,
take fear away
and there is
no more scary

Guilt calcifies
your
Pineal Gland

A never-ending routine; spending our free time masking discontent by cultivating dreams.

Sounds of delicate melody
flowing upon winds
of sacred
deities

trickling energies
of newborn
essence
and blossoming
of something
better

running in circles
and chasing the sun
a new reality
in time
originality
this pure breeze

I said it carried magic
some invisible
radiance
it brings to life
the seemingly
lifeless

Pulses of ignition
in reigniting birth
a gentle infinity
of contractions
and expansion

contrasting efforts
of opposition
wisdom is desired
though the one
is divided

You can find it here,
so hold on

Pursue the voice,
a guiding factor
in all that is
your life

listen closely,
to this sacred
whisper,
the one who knows,
you the
deepest

a nudge towards reality,
the peakest version

you know you're not where you need to be,
so listen closely

a dose of courage,
a gentle release
and eloquent
surrender

let what causes your suffering
go
and understand that all you need
is a breath away

move forward for yourself,
and for your family

stand in your power,
the Tao of stillness

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

Open your heart,
no matter the consequence

Watch them,
the gods of mortal life
giants
and guides
into proper survival

No interest in our world,
as theirs is different
from the magic
of ours

Carried off
by a magic tornado
of centripetal
energy

into a place we know not,
though one day will find

essences blended into one
a fundamental and holy dance
of all that is

She made an art
out of thinking differently
a beautiful rebel

Fell into a dream,
spinning in clouded
tunnels
into a realm
of questions

What is the purpose
of all that we see?

She said it's in duality,
in extremes,
the borders of
all that is known

the answer is both
good and evil,
hot and cold,
everything and nothing
at the same time

how could it be?

we took a step into the unknown,
existence itself
is evidence of a miracle

find your way, in time,
your temporary journey
will become permanent
and your limited span
will become unlimited

your uncertainty will be certain
and history will become present

Flex your philosophy
under the influence
Oh weak hearted,
don’t you know that life is meaningless?
will you find value,
or just pretend?

To love is to know,
To love is to live

In time you will find
what this perplexing
fence
truly is

The meaning of life is to feel better,
and help others do the same.

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

The universe speaks,
unveiling cosmic mystery
through the
subtlest
messages

You are on your path,
so listen to
the hummingbird
he'll tell a story