Is she not in her most pregnant fullness?
She is pulling out more stops
than we cared to admit were there.
Isn’t she toying with all our favorite passions:
Letting everyone know she rules?
And just the same as when she’s hiding,
but now, unrelenting in uncovering;
unabashedly and amusingly daring
anyone not to notice. Oh yes!
She is here and bigger and badder
than you could hope for.

My, my, those #s, they sure don’t lie!
Yes, we are tested. And yes,
we are brought to the edge of the cliff
and invited to jump. And yes,
we see our highest seven
hanging out to balance and center
for our greatest intended good.

We salute you, Oh Divine Mother Moon!
We bow to your intuitive wisdom
and transcendental truths,
as you align our frequencies
on all dimensions
only to truth.

Each day the sky tells a different story
each moment a new horizon arises
today, here, the sky dresses herself
in glorious gold and regal, dusky blue-grey
and brilliant, bright light-blue
using clouds to accent the best parts

every morning the sun paints a fresh masterpiece
to inspire my view
on a morning like this
though, there are no mornings alike
each one is the same and
each one is unique
on such a morning one will be born
and one will die
one will fall ill and
one will be attacked
one will force himself on another and
one will offer her best in sacrifice for love
one will starve and
one will die of a heart attack from too rich eating
one will fee love and another loathing

the world is a grand paradoxical scene
how can we continue this way?
and why would we want to?
I deny so much of myself
just to get along in this world
I see just my own light now
weeding out what isn't nourishing
sifting out what won't rise

The fence isn’t intended for sitting.
Why hesitate to choose a side?
It’s only just a hop this way or the other.
The fence – claiming a no-man’s wasteland.
Still, you can’t stay for so long
or you end up perched right there
again, and again. The foliage appears
so green and vibrant on that side.
And yet, on this side, it feels altogether more real.
If you hop down here or there,
still, you’re in the yard; still,
you’re playing and making a choice to live.
But the fence? I see
there's a watching, but where is the living?
Where is your truth?
Fences only define edges,
they can’t create truth.

we are silly foolish tools
made to slave for those
who know what they are
and when we awaken
to see our handywork
forged out of our sleeping ignorance
will we turn
to the one that awakens
or will we remain the slave
and turn to our captors
seeking vengeance

The vasanas still command the attention –
constant self-gratification.
Wasn't this life supposed to be for freedom?
Yet, aren't I chained to these never-ending programs
that seem to keep feeding
and multiplying on themselves?
Aren't I a spiritual baby;
brand spankin' newly realized truth?
I feel doesn't make sense anymore.
It's like feeling a movie;
like dying in a dream.
Can't stop at any scene.
They all keep speeding past so fast.
They can go as I remain.
They can bleed and fall
and joke and smile and burn up
in a thick grey **** of smoke.
And I am still always here
and always just right now.
This mind and it's infinite tricks;
this knowledge mind brings
is only tied to death.
Wisdom blossoms
from real life knowing.

Moon holds court before the sun
shuffles off lately. Looks so
beautirific hanging out in the cloudless
bright, blue sky. She’s got a secret
she’s holding in till she’s fully ready
in her own way. Glowing
with mysterious luminescence;
beckoning us to pay close attention.
She’s got something
that's gonna knock our socks off

It’s not even all that entertaining anymore.
There has to be something now to really, really shake things up.
Human beings are all so tiresome.
I deal with this illusion only by necessity, not at all by choice.
Though, I am so grateful, in a sense. I love everything; I do.
But in another sense, I see how dead it all is and I abhor it.
How do I love the **** too and leave it go past,
just like luxuries tempted?
Show me pure peace as a way of life.
This is how I wish to spend my human life:
In Peace
with Peace
for Peace
by Peace
as Peace.