Broken and apart for so long.
The sanctity of the holy trinity lives still.
Earth met Heaven and we were together again.

All we ever are is healing,
streaming pain along until it wears thin.
Bring forth the laws of another World to this one
and miracles will ensue.

The head cracked open,
the Universe poured out
and God was revealed.

With two feet in the grave,
all that it requires now
is simply to lie down.

The World unzipped, fell open
pealed apart from its encasement
Away the shroud was unveiled  
A shift in the sequence of Time
A Gift
Guilt did not exist
A Gift
Brought on depression a wish for death
The Event
Unfrozen to wake up
The Event
Hast melt away the solid water of pain
Earth of no value
One instant out of time can bring time’s end!
It is ever and always only Now
Cracked open like Humpty Dumpty
The time that is will never ever tell

Awaken from ******* so the power can be heard
When words do not reach you
It is found in the stillness of silence

Remembering your identity
Pain as a gateway to peace
Written on your heart
Barriers as the obstacles to truth
Fall away in the stillness of silence

Death removes from us all that we are not
And is a spectacle of the powers of the Universe
To join us as One
Fear not this change in form and
Find strength in the stillness of silence

Behold the problem
Ask for the answer
And accept it when it comes

Death as a symbol of the World
A mere change in form
There is no fear only love
All is forgiven in the here and now

Your perceptions are healed
Sickness, an illusion
And all mis-deeds, undone
Love looks upon itself

There is no separation
Resist any fear
Eyeballs are not the seeing
By which dispelled illusions are recognized

Reinstate your constructive powers
Your mind is healed and you are forgiven
There is no pain
There are no problems

The voice on the phone
God is calling
Behold, a sharp object  
To drain the blood and hasten life
So be it

Shallow is the breathing
As the chest widens expands and opens
The Universe poured out
Into the infinite and the eternal
All is Light and Energy
So be it

Stardust gathering
Galaxies twice unseen
Broken planets for fixed-up minds
Tangled and ****** she sees
So be it

A radiant abundance
Meaning-less
I want to go home
More will be revealed
So be it

Blades give to shades unknown
Undue the World to satisfy
Not of this flesh
Vapor wounds
Pushes me forward
Bringing me home
So be it

In my self deception
I had refused to see
That which I hate in you
Is what I can't stand in me

Fire sparks shoot up and disperse into the night air
from the cranial fire pit loaded with fuel that are
brain matter logs, boiling, melting and sliding down
the face of devastation which ultimately seep slowly
into the crevasses of molten Earth.

Eruption at the base of the brain stem blasts a hole
through the amygdala, corrupting the untouched
regulated functioning of the fight/flight/freeze mode
of primal survival skills and throws it into super
overdrive for ultimate hypervigilance/paranoia reactions.  

Nerve endings not spared and frayed to their ends, leaving a
permanent state of stinging to the flat iron man frame
where the muscles have turned to rods of steal and skewer the
body into pieces within themselves leaving the sections
consumed in deranged realms of a twisted reality.

The valves of the heart rapidly banging and bruising itself
against the hollow ribbed-bone cage at the core of this
unseemly resemblance of human on the outside and a
battered mess of ossified particles of tissue on the inside.

The cigarette smoke bothers her
They switch seats
Arms pointing this way and that
A lady walks past
Their lips move and their heads nod in agreement
Winds are high and trees rustle violently

Complete Silence

Sun on their faces
She is wearing work-out clothes
Legs crossed, he is intellectually speaking
The ***** faced man washes up in the public fountain
The city bus rolls by at 2x the posted speed limit
They return to their high-pressured jobs

No Sensory Receptors

The post office closed at 3
The line at the Deli is out the door
The highway bridge is under permanent construction
The advertisement billboard is weathered and half torn off
The paint on the hood of the cars is peeling
And the flower pots need watering

Deteriorated Social Skills

Trash bags are ripped and leaking
Alleyways smell like the State Fair Grounds
Dropped the meter money down the sewer drain
Badly need a haircut but they only shine shoes
Homeless ask for money, cigarettes and directions
But they don’t take advise

Can’t Connect
  
Unusual looking aircraft hovering the area
The Philly sandwich had no peppers on it
The public restroom door won’t stay shut
The public library is a haven for the illiterate homeless
Dude leans into the corner to light a pipe
The good Tai restaurant shut down and is now a Staples

Feeling Nothing, numb


I am there
But I am not here
Nothing can touch me
But everything hurts
Seeing in silence
And hearing in darkness
Not in my body
And away from my mind
Catch me I’m falling
I live in a glass jar

I write to relieve the pressure of
emotions and energy building up inside
of me that demand to be released

I write because I have no other
Creative outlet to express the outer
Cosmos which reflects itself inside of me        

I write because I cannot paint or sing
Or build things with my hands, have
Scholastic intelligence or a skilled trade  

I write because I am too self-conscious
To let others see who I really am and  
I’m afraid of intimate relationships  

I write for the enjoyment of writing,
For the play of words, imagery and for
The art of communication that comes forth

I write because I need to record my
Observations and the learning experiences
I receive in communing with Nature  

I write when I don’t feel like working
And doing my chores and taking
Action toward responsibilities in life      

I write when I am wishing I were
On a far away island soaking up the
Sun and riding the ocean’s  waves  

I write so you can connect to me
And so that I may leave an impression
After I am no longer in existence

A festival of celebration
An ancient Celtic religion      
May Day, the Spring equinox
The Summer solstice
Happy heathens, pagan pride!
Honoring Nature, the Seasons,
The Elements, Spirit! Gods, Goddesses
And deities of our hearts
Childlike, we are, dancing around
The May Pole of bright colorful ribbons
Weaving up and down, as above so below
Offering flowers, acknowledging
fertility and abundance
Communing together in the Woods
Feasting with our friends, our families
Our Tribe!  May you never know hunger
May you never thirst!
We are many and we are of one heart
A sacred bon fire blazes in the night
of the Forrest, emitting its protective
powers as we leap the flames and
dance around the fire of our souls

The Sun doth not shown
A single black raven flown  
The scent of damp pine
Fragrant and divine
White and grey clouded sky
Breathing breath of altitude high

The mysteries of the universe canst be known
The sky dark blue and grey
How the wind did blow
I really enjoyed this lovely day
Knee deep in snow
Slipping around on the ice
Small running stream from the melting snow
Earth made to mud

Red Earth
Black Sky
Opaque Clouds
Lightening Flash
Raindrops
Mountain dew
Blue Orchids
Prickly cactus
Thunder roar
Green leaves
Summer day
Early morning
High noon
Sun shining
Flower gardens
Birds flying
Caterpillars crawling
Fish swimming
Flowers blooming
Lady bugs

I arose this morning to the scent
Of this season’s first rose

I looked in wonder and was shown
Buds of many, these plants grow

The buds reveal a glimpse of
All The more beauty it stows

There are three bushes, flowers to be
Red and pink, in rows and rows

One rose bush is my Father, one is
My Mother and the other is Me

These rose bushes were grounded to
Represent a part of our family tree

The Full Moon
Fixed, strong, pronounced
She sits just above the mountain’s ridge line

The Full Moon
All her magnificent presence
Is all I see while walking toward her    

The Full Moon
Untouchable and yet alluring
She draws me in to her

Thinking of the oracle,
     The trinity,
Witches operating at dark,
     Joan of Arc
     Men of War
the energy of rage
that leads to violence

The Full Moon
Is all powerful
She revealed herself to me

Compelled to write
Not by my will or even by want
These words, thoughts and ideas swarm around inside
Buzzing relentlessly like bees around a hive
Frantically making honey
These concepts force themselves out  
Not to my knowing what will be communicated
Yet I am employed to give them physical form
Much like a fetus exiting the womb
It no longer belongs to its Mother

Siting on the curb, head in hands
Everything he owns
In a shopping cart
He pushes across the lands

Despair and hopelessness lay at his feet
He looks capable but of himself, is helpless
Does his dog have water?
Have they anything to eat?

His derelicts can no longer be concealed
He is left a spectacle to all passers by
He lives a procession of downfalls
How far down the scale he has gone!

Perpetually hungry, always tired and often sick
Sleeps nowhere, really
Eats nowhere, really
There is no prospect for a shower.  Really!

Someone hands him a water bottle or maybe a dollar bill
From this gesture from the stranger
He becomes equally grateful
As he is ashamed

Deprived of a sense of belonging within a community
Rather, he is harassed by others living on the streets
He does not have a family, and
Is incapable of acquiring and maintaining lasting friendships

Absolutely alone
Truly suffering
Was it his choices or was it circumstance?
Because he suffers, the whole of humanity suffers

A created space of air, fire and water
Welcomed into this sphere of time
Invoking guiding spirits and their wisdom
Searching for healing and wholeness
A ringing in the ears
The vibrational sound of the Universe
OM
A humble asking
A divine calling
OM

The pillar of flame becomes dual pillars
Two forces of fire slip into subconscious sleep
Open mind, open-hearted
Heart throbbing pulses felt
Submerged in water
The great purifier
Extinguishes the fire
OM
Giving thanks
A peaceful feeling
OM

We are primal people
Dissociating from the ordinary world
Through the alternate dimensional doorways
To the celestial realm
While assimilating shadow content

We are Shaman voyagers on our vision quests
Traversing forests while haunted
By spirits of disease
Howling and bellowing like crazed bulls
Growing she-eagle wings and
As ministers of magic
Displaying mastery of all the elements

Healed healers know and remember
We are contemplative and creative
We are prophets, mystics, guardians and guides

White clouds blue sky
Sunny day
It’s Tuesday
I make these observations to
‘get grounded’
and bring me back into myself

Heart racing, panicky
Bad thoughts and memories
Past occurrences re-enacting in the present
Negative emotions
Bad body pain
I remind myself that I am ok, that I am safe
That nothing is ‘happening’ to me
Flight response tells me I have to leave
I have to leave NOW

Screaming, crying
I am under attack
These episodes are scary
When it’s over I feel extremely exhausted
I am left feeling numb and flat
Did I just come out of a dream?
I become lifeless, inside and out

Sleep, eat, yoga
Exercise and swim
Reach out to others and stay connected
Go to work and do my chores
I do what I can to get back up after
Getting run over by PTSD.

Hated them all when I left that day
The work I do provides little hope

They are only thought forms
And I don’t care for any of them

They cause so much pain
Have no feelings for them at all

I resist the ‘what is’ and
The suffering becomes all mine

I try so hard, and then there comes the …

… the messed-up, scary pain
     and upside down-ness

… the schism
… the chasm
… the fissure

Lost and unattached, forced into
The bleak brain matter of PAIN

Surrender
     Sacrifice
          Self-examination
               Silence
          Steps
     Solution
Serenity

~ Witches are the Goddesses of the Seasons ~                    

IT’S SPRING!
Blooming trees of white cotton snow
New grass, green pushing thru the retired yellow
Fresh breezes not so full of cold
Batches of ducklings
The first garden weeds and ant hills
Fairy gardens
Planting peas
Plant feed for the rose bushes
It’s Spring!
We are unfolding outward
Born again, we live again!

She lives beautifully hued in her daylight, adorned
in black silk evening night, golden
swirls of sunlight dispel, illuminated
faces in the dark

Dancing with the rays of the morning star, whispering
sweet talk to the moon, tucking
in to sleep twinkling little stars, curious
where they go and who they are

Morning the glory mountain dew smells sweet, roll
back hills the dusk in reverse, meek
sea shore sand hold in the bright, create
pitch black from deadened lightning bolts

She gathers hemlock to sharpen the day, rearranges
night hour by hour, dark
reforms from her involvement, satisfies
her day with strength and power

Yes
We are
Untethered
Masqueraders
Sacked in glass boxes under termite skin
Contracting archery targets to spoil
Purposeful dead ringers of the cosmos

Yes
We are
Courtiers
Everlasting
Stubbed by the infinite fire creatures
Dismissing obstacles above the now
Knotted in fancy dress with crooked spines

Yes
We are
Sadistic
Altruistics
Excavating the minefield of others
Sweet planetary granules apart
Granting mercy to those who feel no pain

I
Need to
Coax all ties
Reap magic lies
Born to the full again for one more time
Rinse suffering in electric blood spoons
To healthy salt spires of church and nave

I
Need to
Hold peace size
Leap alibis
Fortitude through failures alive as sin
Upright to the heckling posture of truth
Hooked to happy swirl huts in the Ozarks

I
Need to
Hang my thighs
Up to fruit flies
Casting ribs with letters marked by chasm
Return to ****** dancing at dawn
And rise up to the untamed scrutiny

It was in the dawn, at morning
when it ‘dawned on me’
to lay down my arms and surrender.
Learning to get along and move forward
to a new awakening of our lives.
When I let go and put down hate and pain,
that is when a new seed is planted.

Admire her Independence
Now is her homecoming
She came from a long way away
She is beautiful with her scars

There’s life, of course
Inevitably there is death
And then
There is the final death
We live and we die
The living remember and celebrate the dead
The dead live on through tales told by the living
When you’re talked of and in memory of,
You live on ~
In death.
When no one speaks of the dead,
To carry on their legacy,
The dead then have reached
The Final Death.
Will you remember me?

Dharma is a term for
‘Natural State’
or
That which knows Its-Self
as a God or Goddess

Dharma is a gift from the Gods
Re-establishing peace and prosperity
To those who are not
Complicated by desires or
Long for what is not

The Ultimate Enlightenment
Is knowing reality is only
Ever-present consciousness
Which is inherently blissful and free

When the sword of life comes forth to impale you,
Do not be afraid.
For by this time,
You will be ready when Death comes to call.

Lakshmi

Lakshmi is a
Goddess of Fortune

She is lovely and graceful
And represents liberation from the cycle of life and death

She sits upon the Lotus Flower
And floats on water
The Lotus represents spiritual perfection
And being seated upon a Lotus
Represents transcendence and detachment
To the material world.

Lakshmi is always 16 years old
16 is the number of Perfection
When the moon reaches its 16th day, it begins to decrease
Such as in humans, at the 16th year
The first element of decay begins to appear.

Kali

Drunk on His blood
Kali ran across the cosmos
Killing all evil in her path.
Only utter Death & Destruction calmed her down.

Durga, the invincible
I am as Beautiful
As I am Deadly

I am the unfathomable one,
destroying ignorance with a sacrifice
of human life
The power of realization and
destroyer of illusion.

Durga is known as
‘Beyond Reach’
She is another aspect
Of the consort of Shiva
She rides upon the Lion of Courage

We are the one (1) in the middle, between two pillars.
The pillars are Life and Death.
These outer pillars are the opposite doorways - always
on either side of us.
Each doorway is its own portal.
Portals to new dimensions.
Angelic realms and places of higher consciousness.
The Eternal Flame Within.

Trim back the parts of me protruding
unwantingly in everyone’s face

Sever from me the dead branches that no longer
serve except to scrape my fellows’ sensitivity

Pluck off these withered and unrecognizable
leaves that pitifully and desperately
held on throughout Winter              

Uproot these weeds of deeply burrowed
manipulations and please pour a gallon
of **** killer on my roots

Smash the restless tendencies of ants,
ever planning and controlling; cave in
their castle of lies

Did you notice that black widow spider
patiently waiting to poison all that is dear
in my life?

While at it, might as well neatly scoop up
the rocks and pebbles of thoughts and
reason that have scattered across the drive way
and put them back into proper context.

Empty, shallow hollow people
No inquiry into imagination
Not seeing the beauty of where they are
Limited
Bound by the body
Desire, fear, anger
Utter discomfort
Death-defying despair
Take what is given you and learn its value.

Dwell in the Eternal process of Battles
To struggle to remain free
And to avoid dissolving
Into the terrible chaos of ignorance and fear

Matter is of the Lowest vibration, and limited.
Consciousness is at a Higher velocity and is ultimately free.
Yoga is a way to discovery that Freedom.

Crouching Tigers
Dancing Shivas
Crawling King Snakes
Screaming Meemies

Inner turmoil
Outer edges
Lower worlds
Higher standards

Catch-22
****** One
Colt 45
Mustang 5.0

Secret Service
Mystery meat
Unknown soldier
Private property

Wise old owl
Little old lady
Same old sh*t
Grand Old Opry

Make shift
Make due
Make-up
Make me

Round up
Round down
Round about
Round off

Phone call
Cat call
*******
Curtain call

Mountain top
Muffin top
Carrot top
Rag top

Worry wart
Wet blanket
Spoil sport
Buzz killer

Each God is merely
An everyday Person or Situation
These situations, these Gods, these Life Forces
Are informing and revealing
By breathing meaning into these small things
That make up our human life
And human experiences,
Ultimately drawing human beings
Closer to Nirvana
The state of absolute freedom

Search for a Real Love, for one’s Soul Survival
My soul is dying
Where is my ‘cosmic mate’?
I call out to thee – come!

In the First of Days,
Before Death was made up to be an intruder, a mistake or a message wrongly delivered,
Death was temporary.
Like a Snake sheading its skin.
A crab crawling from its shell.
Death was a Renewal.
We Live, dying.