flowers fold

power,

while remaining

open.

only mercy provides

the coloration of such

a wilting.

unabandoned change.

as Nisargadatta Maharaj

was spake woke thru: "'You

are the child of a barren woman''''.

I Am not your creation.

all bellies are cross even before

they grow a mouth to cry out

of them.

The Alone is never

affirmed otherwise.

we are truly dying

for one another.

as only The Self

knows.

giving what we

take, taking what

we give.

perfectly.

the ignorance i exacted

against myself repeats to

the very word.

of which i can no longer

read, because it hurts Us.

just keep waking in sleepfulness

to forget the sacred, now is now.

a bygone truth wandered

from itself to truth the more.

they had their place, but

they now hide when i look at them.

know this.

avert your eyes from them.

what we want from one other

has already been given.

you asked me to make a choice

between your flesh or your spirit.

what was chosen through me

was spirit.

there's a burn for every memory.

just as well.

you can't break silence.

when you get

to some-One,

they tell you

you're projecting.

all their notion

is spent to avoid

what does not exist.

it's very engaging.

as the cloth of wind horses

are cut--plain, cloud to cliff.

one run through, eyes lodged

into a home beyond the stratum

of rest.

a skull no time could desert.

triad motion unfurled with what

can never stand opposed to death

in life.

fed manna of shadow quicker than

the sun, it is time and again.

many-faced cores of moons struck.

a headless elephant of blue-pearled lightning

walks the thunderclap of millennia...

gone across the bridge of quintessence.

where there is not even space for

The Word to speak of--the trishul is raised!

crown, fount and head-wave of an ocean's will

curls, and all its  behemoths roll over like

obedient dogs.

constellated to salt--bitterly sweet as water sees itself.

last radiations of unretrievable grace pried from

form...Shivoham~

a bird is one thing--

that gives the sky

two wings.

it only sheds feathers

when it doubts.

when the moon

calls her own name,

and responds to it.

tides flood away.

every which wave a

fully responsive lover.

overcoming her beyond

phases.

water seeing thru change,

compensatory charms

too full for nakedness.

the dead center

of a cross is not

smitten with the

shine of newness--

not even consciousness.

unless it is the only

love that met it there--

where that's all there is.

Shiva's pulse has

slowed considerably...

change can barely

position herself

between.

the oath takes

the body with it

as it falls before

dematerializing feet.

through the ground of

being.

non-doership does not

look wan upon invisibility.

it cannot take itself aback.

you can't stymie

light by crying it

aloud.

if this realm abhorred

you, it would not have

admitted you.

anyway--

what a blessing to be

abhorred by space, if one

behaves as a vacuum.

you are attainable,

you are attained.

pray the paralytic lock

and key is lost--emerge!

rare appearances aren't

as precious as you may think.

saints come and go all the time--

for all time, resting between

a rock and a hard place.

i know where the sky goes

to disappear--

to stop the heart of a moment.

as its face drops in disbelief--

then rises, rises and rises.

realizing only love knows why

it is the way it is.

Green Tara

sits on her lotus-throne,

rimmed with pulsing petals.

energizing the enlightened

activity of her mandalic valley.

her very body.

not one season without growth,

what rounds the wavy portal of

her aural emanations--an upright sinewed sky.

zen-raked streams move with her

delicate wrists, watering two flowers

that will not heavy in her hands.

one red (ida) one blue (pingala).

how many eyes must

close over the tongue of

this bell?

whose ringing will not

subside, till the roost of

all meditation has settled.

Jesus never washed

his face again--

after Judas kissed

his cheek.

the most impactful,

the most liberating--is

often vilified.

a thankless monster

whose healing touch

becomes the basis of

all evils.

grace made to be discarded

as dead weight, yet how it

comes afresh--only to be said

of it no longer serves.

having spurred a rate of transformation

that must be deemed an invading force.

the: me, and not me of it--the crude cuts

of gross misunderstandings.

an imposing silence which must be

driven out.

avow,

piece apart yourself--

remembering to hail

your Marys.

praying by force of

nature to manifest in

an other's dailiness.

there is no need,

what is vowed through

is truly kept.

profound sensitivity

surrounds itself with

elusiveness.

the avoidant legacy of

a feast of nerves.

thunder clapping feathers.

protecting against what

will be the death of, its

perfect fit.

all that pure nourishment of

a world standing on end.

elusiveness surrounded--

becoming Itself.

~My isolation
has never
known solitude.
It was just
blinded
by the light
of truth.
Alone is forever
where I go
to sit in peace
with you~


impossibility loves me just as

much as you, firm as a way unable

to be seen thru--where i was a

wayshower, now i am not.

there lies the sacrifice, held there.

as one world promised to another

undelivered, seemingly hostile as

two broken arms left to embrace

aloneness.

being with it in all its impenetrability--

there's a caving in so deep no one can enter.

except the forgiveness that guides merciless

suffering.

to where one feels forgotten by the world

they so fiercely inhabit.

these initiations

of times and places

are triangular.

an inner or outer

touch to the fore-head

blinds as it blows away

a desert's glass maze.

transparent unto transparent.

i consider it an

honor to have been

hailed both: lifebringer

& death.

by such a one.

almost like reading different

sized letters on a chart in a

doctor's office.

while covering one eye, then

another--both given the opportunity

to see and not see.

this strangest of mutual poetry.

the wise don't wait on:

let it alone, as let it be.

they are all that remains,

at all times.

if a Muse is

true, it peers at your

art.

at it, from it.

arresting all development,

every vocable angle.

not merely representative

of life, but her in full.

surrender leaves

its own word without

a trace.

while meeting the call

of the called Home.

we who come around

to the same point.

overcome by all things

possible, i in fact know

you from somewhere.

i want to give this to you,

but you already beat me

to it.

garner strength,

feed.

redden the rose

at war.

trounce through

tiriya's flowerbed.

tear in half as torn,

between every footstep.

apportioning a nightime's

sleepless day.

to salvage the mind of

forward motion, but there's

no fleeing from freedom.

The Word

is with the union,

strung through an

everlasting mountain

chain.

how a yogi keeps time.

the whole of life

handed a pivotal

moment.

hers by the giving--

taken by that.

lest a foundation,

him in part.

where mothers trust

in death.

roaring and reigning

shanty towns.

deuces wound up.

a snake's toungue

forking a road.

underestimation

of the other,

otherness en toto--

can breed a karmic

dynasty.

a reticulating

take away--

action shot.

volcanic ash

on Pompeiian

mosaics.

Shiva demands i carry

handfuls of earth, and place

them on the same spot till

a mountain is raised.

then carry handfuls of ocean

water, pouring it on its crown

till it is submerged.

a thunderbolt

strikes sound once,

wherefrom other

flashes of lightning

pay homage to its

lit night.

humble as figments

of imagination.

cotton balm at the corners

of dream's eye,

chrysalis peel.

pictorial frenzy--outspread

imminent latence.

one wing too wide with color,

folded in two.

now flitting.

only riverbanks

are blindsided by

change.

worn away by

constancy, the mold

taken that can not

pass with passing.

left behind by what

will never be the same

again.

the clouds flowed, but the sky

did not move--the cars flowed,

but the bridge did not move.

the three burrough conjoining

bay's tides flowed--but the bay

did not move.

as i sat there i was subdivided by

what flowed, but did not move.