He spoke
and spoke
and spoke
and spoke

until
he had said nothing

and then he was heard

soul
be an essence

to
all in ask

What
you can do

is
cease
thinking
about what you cant

You can not look at and focus
on something you don't want
and not activate it in your reality

You can look at something
you do want to see
and in the process
deactivate what you don't

you release yourself from the resistant vibration
and emotion of looking at what you don't want to see
by looking at what you do want to see

we have learnt to suffer
been trained to stay focused on things hurting
in the hope they may go away if we stay focused on them
how is that working out ?

suffering isnt required to grow
misery be optional
its where and how you look at things
that determines your vibrational stance
and your life's circumstances

reality only changes
when perception does
there is no other window to creation
but your own looking
thru your own eye
your own consciousness

clean that eye out
and all will become clearer
as you look thru it

Breath
be the first word of life

Offer
thank
to the air
with your breath

in thank
out you
in thank
out you
in thank
out you

Be
looking
thru the eye

not from it

the eye
be looking

the eye
not be seeing

The
only cure
for blindness

is seeing beyond what is

a clear sight
be the only secure
residence for a soul

The
stirring
vibration

thickens its essence
into the soup of physical matter

As
you soften yourself
life soaks its fancy
into your very bones

As you stiffen
your skin
its bite be
a fire upon the skin of clay

Find
good feeling
thoughts
wherever you can find them
reality be vibration imagined
sustained and realised

this be the only requirement
to creating a  satisfying reality
vibration be first
action be later
alignment be all

The
baseline
of all perception

is what you look for
not what you look at

you find
what you have largely projected

Streams
flow thought
thru your
forehead

Rivers
flow feelings
thru your
chest

Oceans
heave and hum
in the white wash
of your open soul

The future
be a vibrational seed
planted watered
active in the now
present in this time space reality

the birthing mother comes to you
as you set the tone in your clay body
for her to give life to your creation
as you draw her to you
by way of hum of vibration
and focus of clear sight

there be no need to go any where
she be not there
she be here
there be no where else
as all power
be all here  now
happening at once
unveiled in the breath
unfolding
becoming more
coming to you
coming to you
coming to you

To think a man weak
Weakens ye
To think a man sick
Sickens ye
To think a man less
lessens ye
the more becomes
what ye think it be

care  when you feel good
or your care will hurt more

Let
shadows fall
where the sun wills it

be
as the changed
not as the changing

A truth
be wanted

and

A truth
be unwanted

all
be truth
all be
the imagination believed

a choice be yours alone
a choice be the only truth you have  
all be true as ones attention be put to it
and becomes more true as  it
trains your vibration to its resonance

you see
what you create
to look at it
you look
at what you create
to see it
thru projection
you illuminate  reality
from behind your head
its light becomes you
you become it
the shine takes its form
thru the formless self

As
you hold
a story in your mind

the world
be fleshing it out

Always be
returning to your own body

when
you feel invaded by another's

You want
great oceans on your side

when
her rivers run dry

Its fun to be paint
Its fun to be painted
Its fun to paint
Its fun to be painter
Its fun to be painter painting
Its fun to be paint

An eye
be empty
of sight

until
its filled with looking

Those
who hurt you most
be muses to the soul

pressing  buttons
you be wearing
telling
of an un-declaring

To hear
you be listener

to listen
you be ear

I be
the feeling of an answer

not
the urgency
of a question

Little knowledge
knows the most

Knowing
be created by unknowing
learn not to know


to see beyond the eye of looking
to form a formless mind
to furnish no time to creation
no vibration against your desires
to require no belief only clarity of sight
to look beyond creation and be creator
a clear essence looking thru the eye to an empty space
an essence
of what isn't
becoming what is
becoming
what isn't
be coming

As you think yourself less
you become
more of the less you are thinking

As you think yourself more
you become
more of the more you are thinking

No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault

never plant more
on a less


meaning sleeps
in every chest

Emotion
be the great guide

to the from
and
from the to

its middle
no place

The art of looking
in
to
at
and
for
no thing

until it finds you

A hurt
shy’s away from kindness
A smile
breaks its back of shame
A look
opens its window to a new world
A laugh
weaves a memory to its sail

Go
now-here slow
be one
to wag its tail
bask
in the kiss of sun
tumble
on the green lush hills
wash
in the wet of worlds
be easy
life is  playing with you

People mostly want to hear what they have to say
it be a rare one to listen as nature

The bird sings its song with its ears
A river laughs itself into its  giggle
Along the brush of the proud mountain
The voice of great wind stands in ovation
Bold on its own shoulders
Deaf to claimation

Life
be allowing not controlling

no man be led
no man be leader

no way
be greater than choice

If praise be my price
then break these legs
and Ill carry the cost

For no mans wine is purer
than the red racing in these veins
No ones heart an island
greater than the one to beat in my chest
No voice clearer
than the voice speak it me into being
No song surer to the hum of my own soul

I be the child to drum
on the skin of this body
to swim in its great spirit
to stand on the edge of its becoming

Your breath gives rise to butterfly wing
Carries wish to seed at fertile feet
Shapes your echo to the ear of great mountain
Your voice spinning on the wild eagles call


Your heart waves green cross the nape of valleys
Pressing your kiss to the lips of the silent rivers
You thresh your hair on galloping wild horses
settling their wake in the rays of suns blessings

Your body shakes the faces of oceans
Cracks its limb on solid grounds
Your children’s whisper
Your angers roar
You be
Where wind be born

Remember when we didn’t think for each other
We played in life and our quarrels were not long living
We moved on swiftly for we knew better
not to stiffen our excitement

Life didn’t matter
Living it did
We choose to be Kings and Queens
of our own imaginations
No skin could separate our worlds

There is no master
but your own conscience
Follow not
Go where you know you are going
Think on purpose  feel on purpose  
Do not seek to dilute your inspiration for attention
You want a love not asking
A world you create by your mind
not a world created for you by others minds

A hurt
has no care
to heal itself

it will stay hurting
until  its pain giver is gone

Her warm glow sears the cold clay
breaking its wake oer the dream of its children
cracking its whip to the kneck of the hollow skull    
where seed be ground  in the mill of sleep

The veil  thickened by time lifts its skin from the thin of eye
worlds within worlds play out on the stage of the great mind
its infinite reach dredging souls in its wake
its mercy scolding and none to the sleep not awake

Whisper not
so the deaf can hear

roar as a lion
to the ear of the desert

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter  its meaning

The subtle cuts high sail
Nips to the heel of a trepid surge
A courtesy bends in its open fern
Recoiling its claim into remembrance
Heaping pose on the dead dark glut
Neath its oaring heave

In base the bluff kerbs no intent to a swift swallow
Perching its down on the widows yern
Its close fervent smish haps placid
Again the blighty moor
Stone as cold in its nest of negation

Pressing her pulse to symphatic  nuture
Her tempered tender tongues its way
Taming its shrew to the cain of Eel and arrow
Its slip , sharp across the eery veil of guilting
Pierces deep to the dull *****
Birthing its pangs upon the sickly clad
Thickened to stew in slithe and slither


Ruse
Hollows pale
Filling every mercy to its brim
Belting its breath to a brazin bow of command
Its fleet stale as marrow
Plunder its slackened writ
Steadfast on beam
Her Blood Red Compass

Suffer not fools  kindly
be straight in command of presence
stray not to soften a vent
let breath be guided to its own air

Fly sparrow fly
on edge of wing be quest
stir appetite on peckered sight
fly sparrow fly

Rip sparrow rip
a send on to a writ
a lope in turn be widows yern
rip sparrow rip

Pestilence be a cloak on great change
be in it not under it
wear it as a robe
invisible in a child's eye

On clouds bright in plume
sit sentients in suns perfume
voices sing laments in claim
on souls beneath in venting rain

heart wakes silence to its skin
its press of fire in to akin
resonance hails wishes wild
in plenty to  alls willing smile
its grin be empty of repose
sharp its essence on its toes

set flight to colors green on red
high in its hum its living head
release to grip its praise upholds
announce upon its in disposed

A flippant  gentry throw seed to a hapless few
a stow a way  slides air to its ravens quest
jest in its common mews
seared to its bust of imperial view

faces in chains of steel rapport  
step birthed to its shackled hand
announcing to its ship a shore
in certain of its reprimand

be bludgeoned ye of staff and stump
its weep be not on any
a cloak besotted to its lump
its wish unborn be many

A lost lamb hides in its eye
waiting on the shepherd  to look through  it
blindness be not friend to sight
sight be friend to blindness