"Outward"

Fall back to the knowledge of old.
Retrieve the power lost.
The forces of nature flow
From one, outward.

Where do i go from here
       but round and round
Or out the door i do not see
       which does not exist
Until i create it
       this is my house after all

"Out Seems"


Awareness travels out
Then in
Repeatedly       so quickly
Out seems continuous
This
Is an illusion
Of awareness

"Our Values Are"


Our values are the source of us
The seed elemental
From which blooms forth desire
Life's motive power
Yet
How blindly do we prance and crow
And scratch amid the dirt
For our continuance
Unaware of our freedom to change
And how fiercely do we defend
Our childhood pondering
Deeming them immutable truth
To see what is
And own our share of error
Is the start
To take what is
And mold ourselves anew
The task
Of awareness

The earth upon which i walk
The light by which i see
The energy that moves within
The breath of life

"Or Perhaps"


Ready to shed the framework in the fire
       you think?        or perhaps
Just longing to get burned

I do declare a truth
to be reckoned with i reckon
however you wish

a snake or perhaps a fish
of the snaky sort fell on my head
with such a gold translucent filigree
of dream
that all of the all of this
seemed emptier and sorta pale
the next day
and the day after

so the snaky fish says to me
in words instinctively understood
by all six month old babies
it says

the woman with black painted eyes
shall drain you of your blood
your white force shall dribble out
she will absorb all of you
you will become an ape

now the fishy snake after saying this
grew wings of rainbow and quince
flew far in skies of diamond and pearl
rose mist and lily dew
and died
dropping upon and emerald sea
and instantly was eaten
by a scaly beast sable and jet
which dove to the deep       the center
of a warm salty confine

now the scaly beast rested in the deep
moving only its lumberous jaws    to open
as iridescent schools of silver and glittery fish
dashed into its gaping maw   and to close
at rhythmic intervals
then the scaly beast sable and jet
winked        and spoke

you have followed the snake to find me
you are of the snake
the woman is the world you call real
her black painted eyes
the born self adorned corner you perceive
your blood and white force
are the wind and the breath
from the place where clouds are made
she will absorb all of you because
it takes more than four mountains
to feed a ghost
and you are only four mountains
you will become an ape
well     you know what that means
and with this the beast was silent
and closed its indigo eye

and after pausing to admire the deep
the warm salty confine
the beautiful iridescent silver and glittery
fish dashing into the maw
at rhythmic intervals
i moved
and was instantly awake

this i do declare
and you can reckon with it
however you wish