Serenity washes over me with such quietness only the wind would feel her waves.  As I follow my breath I go deeper into the power place below my navel.  The sun shines over a golden autumn day with the stag standing in the lake of gold.  I search for pain to ease it away from all memory of my body; past the place of silence to seek out my silent witness for within him my power is born.  The omnipresence of being is in a sun filled prism of a snow flake mantra, one I use to feed my soul.  Beauty is in the eye of the rendering of the fat of another.

What is one man’s pleasure?

Women are but a toy to a man in pain.

Such sadness has crept over me like no other.

All I own has died a trillion times.

But never has it left me in the desert

Where the sands of time blow in the Wind of Change;

It is Dry not warm, cold but not happy.



Alone I sit deep in this quagmire of a place called life.

To sit motionless and to breathe in that last breath,

I feel the tightness on my body

With weight pressuring me to move.

Stillness, as a lingering of suicidal waves.

Motionless I go to my grave.



I ask myself if it was God-given to feel love

And saturate every cell with it

Or a curse knowing I’ll never feel this ever again in life.

My life of here and now only in the here after,

To lose love and to gain life, Everlasting joy and happiness is hard to hold.



The curse is to want what you had and have lost.

The price paid to be the boss.

Love hurts, love bleeds, but never does it leave.

For it was given to receive a life worth living.

The ultimate toy has sat upon the shelf

And was chosen by the best to love, play and test

Until the next rest surely it won’t be the worst,

only the first joy of being the ultimate toy!

Things are sometimes so confusing – no clarity, no flow.  Where did I go?  I left the building but have no vision if tomorrow is just glimpses of yesterday’s decisions.

Confusion is an illusion, a trick to trip you up in thought forever stuck in the same old rut.  The ruts are like an engraved bracelet we wear and take for granted.  We can take if off at anytime, however we still feel the grip on our skin.

Clarity is the split second between the dark and the light.  A brightness that always sees the flow rolling onward, forward into tomorrow with   Clarity placed a twinkle in your eyes and joy in the heart with direction in your head.

Sometimes…the lapses in your mind are merely a door into another time and place where you look for answers between the Spaces.

ECSTASY IS SUCH STATE A OF JOY FULL OF BUOYANCY AND A DARK SIDE WITHIN YOUR BEING. MOST HUMANS SUPPRESS THIS OUT OF TRAINING; WE LIVE IN OUR MINDS AND OUR EMOTIONS SOME OCCASIONALLY INSPIRIT.  MOSTLY THIS NEVER OCCURS IN OUR INSTINCTUAL DEPTHS OF BEING.  

BORN WILD AS A MOUNTAIN LION WE LIVE LIKE SHEEP DENYING PART OF OURSELVES ASLEEP.  EVERY DAY WE ARE PULLING IN OUR JOY CLOSE TO OUR INNER BALANCE TO SEEK PEACE.  LISTEN QUIETLY TO YOUR MIND, HEART AND YOUR BODY.  ALLOW YOURSELF TO VOICE ITS NEEDS IN A POSITIVE WAY.  RIDE THE WIND HORSE, INTO ENLIGHTENMENT!  IT IS YOUR PERSONAL RIGHT TO PASSAGE INTO BEING TRULY ALIVE.

AS I BATHE MY BEING IN JOY AND PLEASURE WITHIN ECSTASY, I AM FREE TO LET THE FLOW OF WATER MOLD ME INTO A PERFECTED BEING ALL OF MY OWN MAKING.

I LOVE TO PROTECT AND SET FREE MY BEING ANY TIME THE NEED ARISES.  THE SUN SHINES THROUGH THE LIGHT BODY AND GIVES ME THE WARMTH OF THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE MOONS GLOW AND THE SUNS SUPREMACY.

Here i sit at the Hilton having a raspberry tea and yogurt when it dawned on me.  I sit abound in a sea of green bamboo plants,sofas and two palm shade trees keeping the glare from my paper.

Someone told me i was a bowl that holds  the knowledge of god, sacred water within a potters bowl on a secure foundation on the table of David's fathers house.  A beautiful centerpiece with the petals open and glistening in the sun.

Now the mystery is, How did the seed not know where it grew?  How can the water not know the bowl or what sustains it?  How can the flower not know it's scent?  The wonders are ever lingering within the eyes of the stranger who see's into the center of the flowers scent with compassion for the living soul, no matter the surroundings.

The bowl contains a history of the souls coming and going through the waters ripples to support the seeds path of growth.  All the while as we see the growth of a flower maintaining and becoming a masterpiece from the scents of the master.  How then could a flower not smell sweet and alluring like the glow from the newly acquired soul in the form of a gem called hope?

Hope dances upon the page like a rainbow through the diamond of my ring, like dancers in your heart.  The sun shines with warmth to snuggle into the center of your chest.  The stars shine in your smile as your eyes reflect the lovely days gone by.  Dreams come and go but you are but a memory unto me as the ripples  are stirred daily by the angels who sing to the flower on the alter of  the table of his magistee'  for the non stop growth of humanity.

I sit upon the rock of silent ages clothed with robes of scarlet white. There are golden salamanders that play at my feet while I place my true hearts intent before my master.



I have seen the bowl of reverberation where the follower’s immersed their self in the tone amplified and purified by the oneness of water.



While deep in the scarlet satin there are offerings for food and drink as well as prayer placed before the master’s feet.



Inside the rings of antiquity of a stags skill and grace was found a flower blooming as an angel’s face.  Beauties abounding within wildlife and nature as the butterflies mark the spot of the song of the earthly point of entry deep in our virtues unseen.

I have entered the house of water six legions deep.  Once a canopy of creativity held me.  The crown I wore was a set of stars unseen.  The fragmented emotions have crystallized upon the tabernacle of David's house.

I look deeply to see the snow capped mountains of attainment are behind me.  I have placed the world at my feet as the ibis called to the water.  The stars glisten with secrets held quietly waiting for man to explore.  The wind blows and the bell tolls for those with supreme spinning joy which is the life of us all.

Deep from memory and heaven smiles across the miles from those who have gone before?  I know the nurturer of me was the greatest gift received deep within the focused dreams.