diffuse teeth
growing from the atmosphere
circle vulnerable necks
in calcified beauty.
a prismatic monologue
about symbol, value, and time.
this is not your voice.

human geography is
getting larger;
and yet, i will not ****** you
for a claim to earth.

rest is available
to all.

sense-*******,
crude killer
walking crude waves
with blank authority.
the space is a hard zero
and i am a hard heart.
are you a battery?
it smells like summer rotation,
a lemon squeezed on flower petals.
obnoxious thoughts i’m having,
i watch them as they become my hands.

God, awaken the love in me.
by so doing,
awaken me to presence.
allow me to surrender, to make a constant
offer
of self to other, to you.
devotion is how i clear space, i pray,
allow me devotion,
allow me to awaken
to infinite love.

i am a servant of God,
therefore i am a servant to you.

how beautiful does it get?

the talent of practice;
love is the fruit of awareness
to presence.

the mind does not come to God,
knowledge is not a stairway.

God is a felt experience,
the graceful gift of devotion.

by heart the soul awakens,
LOVE!
ARISE!
it is perfect peace, our harmony.

silence will be kind to you

you have come here to find truth.
it is in others that you find it; for beautiful is the righteous relationship, beautiful is love.

———

ultraviolet amplification speaks of direct memory become the direct now.
we spin the dirt we eat into the silken furnace of chrysalis death.
we are the sun, emitting brilliance in created life.
we are the dust, the subtle hand of GOD has taken dirt and made dwelling.

———

a butterfly is not made from a murdered caterpillar.
the caterpillar offers itself to the highest principle
and receives the grace of wind.
icarus forgot that he was tethered to earth, but the butterfly does not forget time spent as a caterpillar.
like wind, moments have an amorphous form. if we are careful we may find ourselves in the aroma of flight.