unravel

I am insane to think there are limits and boundaries
absolutely mad to believe there is an end to me.
driven by lunacy in thinking there's a place where possability stops
to question the infinite nature of the universe and creation
to have doubts about divination,
revive my imagination
it is like a child thats been tied up, told to behave, tortured like a slave.
lulled to sleep with stories, beginning middle and end.
attatched to roles, goals, impending clock toles.
energy scattered like a mad scientists lab
in a constant duel with duality
picking at the past like scabs.

where does possability end and fantasy start?
are you ready to make the trip from the head to the heart?

lost in silence

I've come to a place, where my inner world becomes completely silent, and all i'm left with is the moment,
pure, untarnished by expectation and judgment.
I still strive, i still toil and tangle and scrape my knee, but then...
i move back into the moment, and it all falls away.
This must be the allure of ayawaska or dmt
peeled like an onion, union with the divine self
yet its not such an epic spiritual event for me in these moments,
its just ordinary and simple, peaceful.
i'm no longer interested in small talk, or even big talk (whatever that is)...
and i whitness people i once connected with becoming antsy in the serenity i experience,
grasping to fill the gaps i relish in.
I recall being a great conversationalist, I remember long phone calls to lovers and friends.
But now i hear and i feel the power of words, and it seems most, even my most cherished kin, weild their tounges like drunken swordsmen, angry teens with shotguns, speaking reality into chaos.
Honestly, i'd rather get lost in silence with you,
allow time to loosen its grip and listen to what the universe whispers
in the chamber of our hearts.

Illuminated Rumi

Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you , without feet, they dance
Can you see them
when i whisper
in your ear?
we are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity, we are pain and what cures pain, we are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours...

~rumi

taking time to breathe

into the sunlight, the pearlious shimmer of a cloudless sky, i arrive
i've arrived!
shook the hand of death, with the sentiment of opportunity.
fall and release into the sacred act of surrender.
I only hold what i need, hold those who yern for deep tenderness and understanding without asking or knowing. A love beyond articulation, even in the most intimate ways.
i journey so deep into myself, and flow so far away that i am invisibe upon loves horizon.
Only signs bellow within the inner fire, one that yearns for kindling of kindred spirits, but burns illusion in an intense heat.
now i have turned a degree
like a parting river, same source same destination, just a different route.
I return to spirit today, the forgiveness and newness of love that cleanses the past and shines into destiny, illuminating the tunnel vision it can create.
New leaves, fresh hay, crystal pure glacial water and wild flowers, if this day had a scent, it would resonate of these things.
thank you innocent love, real love, the love at the core of integrity
i'm so glad to have you back.

ribbit

I have been in this swamp for too long now.
The frogs, the dragonflies, they've all sung their songs to me, taught me lessons and told me secrets.
The mud has caked on and dried to my skin, snakelike and scaled, i begin to slide stretch and glide out of this old soul, old self ,old skin.
I push to the tops of the willows, make myself hollow like the reeds, so i may let the wind speak secrets through me
blow out the old dreams i have forgotten, but still hold on to,
and let what i once thought i should keep filled, be open.
Free flowing
Cleared
Pure

tinsel

flimsy shiny holiday holid-aze
rode the merry wave
gave obligated love, then realized it felt better to give it unconditionally
have a bird, have a cow, have a generic card with a cheque signifying my love
(i am still greatful)
candy coated sugar showered happy hour with a bow on top
don't worry, its disposable.
lets have a nice time
lets drink some wine
lets give eachother inspirational religious peoms!
even better, lets write letters to jesus and read them in a circle.
who knows what its all about anymore

what the muse whispers

answers:
she told me '...seasons change, mad things rearrange, but it all stays the same like the love doctor strange...'
replies like ' ...on n' on n' on n' on... my body keeps moving like a rolling stone...'

but enough of this talk of apple trees and many mike's say me say...
take me to the tune of today
i want to feel the vibration of the bassline
rise up through my spine
twistin my dreads like vines into the air
all in motion slow
so i can get to know
the details of every brushstroke every breath like a strong herb-toke
whether it be melody or memory pushin me into this synergy
where there is no end to me
my soul ate til' i became a figure eight within infinity
watched destiny unfold like symitry
a mirror of the inner interior
can't tell which world is more inferior
am i just projecting this imagery?
or a reflection of the world i've seen.

i dance the questions and the answers, blurring the lines between

out without in is no place to begin
so where i start is the heart
and to everywhere i stem.
from within i reachout, extend
intend to befriend but if need be, defend.

i only wish to be a god in the temple of myself
so i may know my own wealth.

talking to myself

can you feel the movement ~ forward - through.
even you judge instead of love, true?
guru of your own, self condoned
in that temple your thrown
of flesh and bones
a broken home
so carefully concealed.
you - who'd rather be reveired than revealed.

Understand, what's at hand, is less of a masterplan
and more a choice - a command
as present as my voice
painting the moment with shades of contemplation
aroused by self evaluation
ChAnGe, is something you do to a TV station
the current situation your facing is just part of the awareness your chasin'
or is it chasing you?

And when can we start to move through?

passed the past
unplan the future
dream tomorrow tonight
behind eyelids blessed with symbolic sight.
Beneath bedsheets the billow with the etheric beauty of a peaceful body
ONE ~ that is half to no other
perfect, whole as the origional soul impailed in this fleshy element.
Know your true purpose is heavensent
a sacriment... it may be just a figment from a birds eye view.
But the test in true... is to see beyond that.
See through.

this peaceful warrior

i am dueling sabator.
i have been given a gift
i am the key
but i can not stay in alchemy long enough to unlock
sabator the archetype has been sent to test me.
i must say, i see clearly the way he easily manipulates
the way he seduces me into procrastination
desire for extacy not honestly achieved.

why do i yearn for the impeccable me?
because that is my true self freed
and the bliss in this i can not even imagine or crave
so many worlds away
why can't i get there today?
because it is not the key or the lock
it is the process, the doing, the being NOW
i am there... because i am truely here

Imagi Nation

this is the name of my new company.