this time

death
has no option

but to rise up

telling a truth

more
than we not know

this weigh in on a souls being
is no see saw

its a required
transformational balancing
on the scale of ones own flesh blood and bone

against the fire of divine light

we have no desire
to scare the living daylights into any

but to the wit

we wish to alert one
to the savage nature that self realisation throws up
to a blind and ignorant mind not preparing the essence
and ground to walk with the fire of light
that comes to prune its garden at the dead of night

The weigh of a life
is as shadow to light
on the backbone of a souls body

the throw of force from the open source
to the spin of a hearts command
hung on the heat of a higher mind
play rule to the skeletal bare burn
tasked to the clay on bones return to the mould
fetched blind on the parcel of a thoughts thinking

The ball to drop

is not ever
on the other side of the net

self service with a smile

any word on the water

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

All just passing through
forever's point of view
trust life to take it all away
to put it back together again

that remains not ever die
as that not leave be left behind
a story written to the mind
the human pen but ink to life

Go direct to the feeling you want
and you wont get lost in the thoughts you're not feeling
on the way

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

I would
have chosen death


had I known
how good a life could be

Please be
as you ask us to be

as we not see you any other way

We hear a many snarl and say
all people about their selves today
who else to be about ? replies
now don't hold your breath to tell us lies

a rich mans poor mans weathers same
some make it hay
some make it rain
not to say don't lend a hand
but first things first to understand

to take a leaf out of our book
a creature takes back that it took

there's no telling it

be made to choice given
or create one to have

We bes vibrational energy
flowing no identity to a thing there and here

expressing without having one to call source
all bes before being bes anything

human bes brought up thinking and believing
it speaks to other humans and it seems
and looks that way physically
a body makes sound and sound returns to it
but meaning bes a different kittle of fish

all goes thru you as waves and resonance
not letters numbers and pictures in the mind
its not coming to you the way you think it be
it be coming to your vibe rate
the way the body feels as you process
the information you think
no out there exists outside the mind
mind has put it there
you bes here in the all now space
creating and looking
thru and to all you created to look at

we never speak in opposition to ourselves
human has come to separating its human aspects
from its non human aspects
and battled over that for eons
human teaching human

a knowing bes not ones own
it be taught by other thinkers
some tuned way high some not
thinkers all the same
knowledge all the same

we believe openly
before thinking or believing any external stuff internally
nothing bes inserted
a body will recognise a vibe rate to suit its spin
be close to it all times
as you process information
pay attention to the body emotionally
not the information flowing thru mind space
and reaction to it

we understand
it may be hard

to not count your chickens
after they hatch

I think
as far my thoughts

and stay
out of the reach of others

golden light
to the soul

Human thinking's habit
of making things up to worry about

perpetuates a reality
that otherwise would not be

throwing the self
in front of a train of thought
not ever stop its momentum


be like a hot air ballon and be lifted up

some where else


space is ones salvation
life a fortress with no walls

hope put some where else
outside the heart is sure to fall

is like calling on a friend
you know is not home

vibration not ever
betray its physical properties

you are that your not
before you become of it

a silent hue about your frame
feeding your intention
to the mood and matter of the universe

trying to change the one looking at it

than the real thing

take your time
to be found out

is not a choice

it is a right
beyond choosing

Streams
flow thought
thru your
forehead

Rivers
flow feelings
thru your
chest

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

People
will do exactly
as you wish they wouldnt do

when your wishing
they would do something else

cant stop something spinning
by spinning it more
spin else where

Death Says Five

Mother

get off that cross would ya
or you'll catch your bleeding death

where did I last leave you
behind enemy lines

pats my back

come on son
we're home

Event Horizon

May breath fall light on your mantle peace
as you lay your hands to the cold clay of soils heat
May the opal azzure rays of golden sun
break your wilt and burn the most of all nature
to your reptile mind and  chest of discord
bled brightly red rich and pulpous
thru the vex of a quickening heart
steep deep breached to the altitude of life's collect call
rung aloud thru the sun stricken moon
burrowed seminal in the fluid fire and flood of event horizon

An angels keep
rolled to her side

pressed heat to mine sleep

wept to our skin
a lovers hold

whose do you choose
be made real for you

a mighty brave soul
a mighty wide heart

flighty on the tip of a wave
toward a rock and roll

At first I could see
that felt like me
was the child with no eyes

at first I could hear
that smelt of me
was the throw of blindness

at first I could taste
that touched to me
was the food of imagination

until you make it
an enemy or friend

I
am
a stranger
loving you

not

a
stranger
to
your love

Just wipe your bottom clean
there's no need to investigate it

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 the first blood lasts

Start no conversation
feels hard to have

a soul is
softly spoken
not forced to speak

That you think and believe
is tearing you apart

is really putting you back together

by taking you away
from conditional love

to un-condition you
and make you whole as before

Is a
way back

to who
you
really are

its only benefit

death

i can not tell of that it means
to care not that you think of me
i have and come to understand
that you be not that be's i am

and in that way i let you be
to that you are not that it seems
as you be made to that you think
and i be writ not to your ink

a thought not happy