I catch the wind as it sings,
the air slides off so smoothly as it licks me clean
I am the essence of the prolonged flight
a necessary piece of this biological schema or meme

Viewed from below, the sky caresses my form
fractal in its simple, yet non-single shadow swarm  
Hunting in the perfect performance;
I must scream: THIS IS LIFES’ ****

Suddenly I am separated in somewhat sinful schism
I drift apart from the forlorn form of what was once my prism
I miss that system...It was my home not my iron-clad prison

….but apart after the start....If I am part of the parts...........
….how shall I help my whole being...
….complete it’s functional syllogism with heart?

Falling so slowly,
Mother sky please excuse me
At this junction I must depart
In conclusion
I bid you adieu from my heart of hearts....
============================================until I am
Picked up by a man imbued with spirit, He holds the eagles medicine now firmly in his hand.  Distinct in shape and my weight helps him to understand.....  

….his brother in the sky
the being way up high
the one who is watching
far away but nearby....

I now know my function, though I lost sight for a while
I can help teach him to fly, out of his body and into
the cry of the eagle that soars with him now,
A brother in arms================= a lover of ours,
now with a friend on his brow, helping fulfill a spiritual how.

All alone,
tilted head.

God’s vines fall
around what’s said

Entrapped in rapture,

Jungian shadows
wrap my stature

as

dreamcatchers hold
concepts captured.

Safety in this
sacred space.

Aromatic,
mystic scents

Pressure though

as psychonauts

try to find some


sense.

I may find myself

Playing with the moving expense of
changing past, present and future tense


I fear however

That I’ll waste my time on the fone
with the secretary of Offense

When all I really want to do
Is be singular as the mystic tense.

Would you journey with me into a vulnerable breaking open in the psyche, where it is said that the milk of grace starts to flow?

Come then, ! Listen! No.Really.Listen

Can you hear the sound of this vibrant brightness?
Sweeping across the flower petals of this existence,

bathing everything in its bountiful cascades of light
ever emitting the low frequency wum and thrum
as it get louder, awakening the primal {om} of moaning,

Fall swiftly into remembrance of  this sacred landscape
Where the bound, captive, and fearful cries of lovers

Dared to break free
from their self-assembled prison
courageously chanting Ohm and Uhn and without censor

While liberation fills space, we begin to notice the root of the sound comes from the combined emptiness of these self-tuning, self-replicating, self-transcending instruments.  The space between the notes lingers in the  perpetually perceptual reality of exchanged and hollow breaths

The cosmic conductor reminds us of the rhythm and signature,
[4/4] A one, a Two, a Three, A. . , . . , . . , . . , IT BEGINS AGAIN

∞Movement and rest∞
movement∞rest.
Wipe the wet hair from your eyes
and take a   d    e   e  p    breath,

This is the punctuation of the moment
unfurling it’s lotus blossom
from our hearts into our being

Witness how the silence offered by such ever present union elicits glimpses of the Self above the self.  
Be still and die and such an emptiness will appear and you too will take part in the Sacrament.

Come dance the Tandava with me and you too will be free

Creation सृष्टि
I am Shiva’s Shadow
स्थिति ..... I exist to support life’s precarious platform
संहार  ..... I feel Creation’s seed.... cosmic genesis

The first wave of flagrant eruption
Ending in the the cosmos’s destruction.

तिरोभाव There exists illusion
Which gives rise to me
The obliteration of ignorance.
We live in times of ignore-ance

Here I have little sway.
Years from now....maybe.

Until then, kali decides to dance with me. Primal संहार Destruction
Bloodlust and Fire
******* and desire
Quantum tantric tangle
***** the world’s funeral pyre

Goodbye beauty, Goodbye love

WE bring it upon ourselves, creating shells and building shelves
to stack the wonton clothes of identity, the context of all hells.
The layers are too many
It collapses
And if not, I'll ******* burn the scaffold.

I know why I am here now.  
To destroy tirobhava,
all this pain is an illusion
I hereby release this sickness from the world
in prophetic burning grace of emancipation अनुग्रह is foretold

To dance the sacred tandava
say goodbye once more and end it all.

To see just how far I have come from harm
I just look down at the fading scars of my arm
the burn of the flame has cooled
and showed me what in my psche ruled
for now I’ve been schooled
in emotions
fooled
by illusory oceans
I go through the motions

as spirit shows me what’s right
and guides my poor eyes to sight
It is imperative to fight
to live
with authentic shivs
People cry and ask what gives?

Simple thought ships
neurotransmit APC clips
to be played and looped
with these blips, beeps, and boops
Cylab v2.0
this collective insaenity has brought you a show
for those who don’t know
about life and love
the difference between sharing a laugh or a shove
gazing quietly above and be grateful
not hateful
towards both spirit and shameful
This is a plea to understand the thoughts so disdainful

so let these molecules of thought rearrange you
to reconsider a few memories that stain you
tie die the stain
to transmogrify the pain

learn to laugh
learn to cry
hold your friends close
while you fly high
but most of all
never say good bye, until the day you are ready to die

these are the lessons I’ve learned
and the distance I have covered
on my journey to become
the epitome of a lover.

A hungry Body
A pervading darkness
Guide of light
A rattle made of leather shaped as a turtle
An eagle feather
An offering
A mixture of sage and sacred chanupa
A wooden pipe with a carved stone-face
A shrine dedicated to Spirit etched with-Mitakuye oyasin (for all our relations)
Neurons
Fire
Lungs
A staircase Tunnel
A sleeping body
Ayahuasca
A marketplace to return to....

Because I am an idiot fallen but trying.