You call all the girls you mess around with "sunshine,"
but none of them light your dark spaces,
your loneliest places.

I'm there at one in the afternoon
with you and your flat tire
and then at three in the morning
with you and your ******
"i love her's,"
your groggy, slurred words
about a girl from the bar
who you won't remember
and you thank me in the morning
when I bring you water
and all you ever call me
is a friend

i swear

flames once engulfed everything
and bombs blew away half the buildings
but somehow
we survived
look
despite all of it
small children
they play
birds
they soar and sing

this is a new beginning

No matter if it's
guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayal.
Change is never easy
We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.

Being Is;
Its nature is unity,
Light beyond light.
Being takes Form
in the Word: ॐ

        "There is a meaning in Light
        that makes Itself known
        through the Word." ∞

Word is a Symbol
that facilitates Idea.
Idea orders thought
into Belief -
which is to say,
possibilities.

Belief limits perception.
Desire potentiates perception.
Will sets perception in motion.

Thus,
the Universe,
and in reverse,
its destruction.

Beauty and ugliness are not in the eye,but in the mind;
Sense is coordinated by the mind.

Discrimination is the tool of mind,
The eye sees what mind wants to be seen.

To awaken the world and the life within
and to apprehend the wisdom of light,
The seeker must see with vision untainted by the memory.

FREEDOM

The freedom to go left instead of right,
To go hard or to go light.

The freedom to toil, to sweat, to grind,
To leave the grind behind.

The freedom to escape the grey,
To find another way.

The freedom to go where you didn’t go yesterday,
Or to go there again today.

i like my tea with a glow of sunlight
through canvas window curtains
with peaks of skin underneath
big feather blankets
and a sleepy morning smiles

i like my tea with warm, scratchy tones
from old vinyl records
deeply etched with memories
and all the ones i love
here to sing along

i like my tea swirling with thoughts
of everything i live for
everything i hope to be
and all the luminescent people
each day that i see

and most importantly i like my tea
hot from the hibiscus flower

brewed and set for two minute, no less

no milk or sugar added

just my
simple
bliss

in the middle of the night
when everything is at its quietest

i feel a tug at my hair
i feel a nudge in my side
i feel the pull of my hand
i feel a restlessness in my body

something is calling me
a distant land or perhaps a forgotten muse
something is calling me

and i cannot wait to answer