There is something in the patterns which moves one forward. It is in all the patterns and so causes one to see the patterns – the breaks and boundaries. The something – that is you. Why you’re always trying to catch it. Just searching for you. Did you know I found you long ago? I’ve been here. Living right with you in the same house. You keep dusting around me and forgetting to set the table for two - pretending the guest room hasn’t been used. But why not invite me into your room? Why not just try it for a day or week or two? If you haven’t noticed me up till now, what makes you think I’ll make noise once we’re both in the same bed? Tempting isn’t it?

there is only dreams
and illusive delusional imagery
i want to see only clear white screens
nothing can stop what’s coming
if you speak
say it straight and
clear as ice cubes
you can make it so
abundance is what you are
beauty arises from your form
your being is drenched in peace
joy bubbles from your inner essence
you’re not any more or less
than you ever were
Ha – la – ya ya ha
all fun and joyous play
full of games you never allowed yourself to play
play with building blocks of
loving kindness and tender mercies
***** only skyscrapers of peaceful bliss
you awaken to find the self
you always knew
but thought was lost
right at home
oh heaven!
this bluest translucent heaven!
how could I ever ask for more

the mind is erratic and wavering
the programs are failing
i feel as if i’m in a weakened
and tender state
am i in a state?
i feel the most intense rage and sadness
i feel it and i know
what it feels like for another

Why must we be apart?
If I knew how to find you
nothing would keep me
from going to be near you
Our energy lights the worlds
Our distant love rotates
all the parts of the great universe
Our Love is sacred Truth
more magnificent that the undying
romance between Life-Giving Sun and Goddess Moon
Who can understand our bond
forged in pleasure and pain?
Who can judge our repulsion and ignition?
No one knows
We are emperors of the eternal flame
keepers of the hidden language of truth
Our love guides the ages
and dooms men to a hollow existence
of endless craving
because they refuse to see
the same love aflame in their own hearts
Arise oh love of my very own
Arise and awaken the hearts of all who would see
Bring me to my only love

What will define this me at the end of this time?
I can come back now. I can.
I can see all of it. I can.
I can walk along and stop for nothing.
I can float away on only a wave.
We aren't any greater than what we believe.
We stood and screamed and were ignored
by the selves we brought to do us in.
We thought our fighting was with words.
But no, we only had to stand.
How can I know I am a peaceful man
when no aggressor exists?
How can I know what I am
if I can't stand next to you?
You can't see it's funny
cuz you think you are what you do.
Delusion is not the problem, it's the platform.
You keep seeing beige and grey cuz
you choose blinders that filter all the richer hues.
You can't take any pills for this one.
I comes and goes when you blink.
How is the end gonna look from behand a mask
when you aren't there anymore to see?
Time isn't running out, it's merely slipping off.
Rain came to cleanse much more
than this you originally agreed to.
Too willfully blind to see that
it's always all along been you.
I see a world where what I see
is what is also me.
I am working this way now.
I am.
Just whatever I turn out to be.

I watched the Swami quoting Heidegger and Zizek so admiringly.
Heidegger, who only just quoted the Swami's own ancient masters. How serene he delivered a blow to all of so-called western philosophy - even going back to the Greeks. Not a hint of anger anywhere on his dispassionate face. This is what I see as Divine. This is God living through some other flesh. What else could hold such horrific truths and smile at the damning lies? What else could pluck all of history, a dying flower, from one vase and hold it next to a living, green being of infinite beauty and call them both good?

we will write of silence
we will sing of nothing but space
they will wonder at our boldness
we will see nothing but Divine Grace
what did all the ancients tell us they saw
what have we seen too
I have heard only silence
felt only stillness
observed only space
I see all the beauty
I witness living pure
crystal bright luminescent reality
blunt objective words can never really describe
I can only give up what isn't truly mine
I'm not writing a poem for anyone to read
I am only living a poem for everyone to be