dusk

blue smooth horizon
tumbling down stars lovers fall
watching love turn round

rain.

water falling soft
harmony on my tin roof
i sleep deep in time

'Lies About Love'

We are all liars, because
The truth of yesterday
becomes a lie tomorrow,
Whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with fixed value
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.

'Lies About Love', D. H. Lawrence

India

praises be the journey into the eternal,
lost in wonder,
there is no temple nor house,
only home.
Thieves

The thieves of hearts never stumble
nimble fingered
throat slitting
ancient and dark
time distillers
silent in stealth
evening black
footless floating and falling
blended
bended
winds gazing inwards
grazed by blades
attracted
cheeks flushed
burned silence
blood touched
smoked
the cracked eye appeared
dark
wonderful
embraced and trembling
thundering
you drew nearer!
touched
lips
red
dissappear
no time
souls exploded
hearts crumbled
closer!
hands contracted
fists rose
dreams collided
deep
fragrant
darkness
run! run!
echo
hide! hide!
reflect
swift steps through fragile worlds
surrender!
crushed slashed and torn
wounded and alive
breaths deep and eternal
forever
we are changed!
forgotten
the thieves of hearts never stumble.


Human qualities

find that thing that is human
a distant moan in the quaking of sunrise
find that thing that is love
a ripple of motion in dark and still waters
find that thing that is joy
a flash of bliss in a heart constricted
find that thing that is pain
a drop of dew suspended and undisturbed
find that thing that is heart
a warmth of boundless mystery
find that thing that is you
a moon set, a lonely breath, an infinite jewel.

Tired

Mossy river bed
clear pure water rinses rocks
sleepy years pass by.

Movement.

Cloaks of dervish
blur
twirled in cosmic
delight
soft white folds of
love.

Small Steps

A broken branch
hangs twisted from an old tree
where small birds fear flight.

a story for emiko

i listen to the small things sing in twilight,
work done i walk slowly to my home,
fire and rice fill the air,
i sit and breath heavy body breaths,
some more wine as i notice a glow around my cat?

gravity.

a mountain
a smile
a transportation device
where will we go?
in dark clouds
we can disappear
into a mess of wires
organic and pure
eternal channels
pulse with passion
as
birds lift over
the gravity of clouds.

Laos.

{dust}
A border guard who has got nothing on his mind but appears
to be highly contemplative
a tuk-tuk
5o baht or 1o,ooo kip-
fit for three
shared with ten
then came the baggage\chickens[dead]
and two plastic bicycles on the roof
the smallest Laos-eetion sat next to his grandmother-
a boy-afraid of the falang-[foreigner]
i understand how he feels.

{wind}
A building from france
wood floors-smooth and quiet-
the same colour as my shirt
a sunset-
on a roof opposite mine
a women stands alone
soft silhouette-smooth as French floors
wrapped in the folds of eternity
we could be lovers
on the bridge of time.

{earth}
Window shopping
a fallen angel
her eyes have everything
i've lost
an English lady asks
to be let out at the waist
her pants don't fit her
i think my angel
small and dirty-smiling
would be happy-
with new clothes of any size.

{water}
Strange plastic women
sip wine coolers
slowly
old men with thin necks
bellies that bulge and bloat
shuffle uncomfortably
on small stools
i feel happy to see them
how perfectly they fit
together
the bartender scoops excessive foam from my beer
artistic [persuasion]
i start to feel a little drunk.

{rust}
Pipes!
my intestines twist
i sleep in the day.

{fire}
The sun drops over temples
beaming with divine delight
a young man smiles
his legs entangled
lotus style
pushed back like a fish tail
belly pressed to pillow roped to axle
he rolls on two wheels
pushing earth with his hands
i admire
the most balanced concentration
i've ever seen
we discuss his dreams
of three wheels
suntanned belly instead of burnt bottom
he laughs-
i don't think he understands what i meant by that.

{light}
Small candles in little fingers
a pack of merry merit makers
dripping wax
plan to offer light to lord buddha
the wind is against them
they giggle and somersault away with it
love in their smiles
the temples drift away
the lights peader out
as reality replaces dreams.

Energy.

Charcoal wings flicker,
great bamboos bend
in the breeze,
four more steps to home.

Sound.

Tiny spheres open
mischief shines in
deep-set eyes
i smile as i cry.

Love?

A tilted pelvis
presses down into darkness
breathless, time stands still.

voices.

Like the familiar sounds of blinding bird wings flickering or the deep rustle of autumn's leafy colours strolling, your voice warms and flavors, filling spaces dark and deaf with the music of the compassionate heart.

friend.
if only i could lay down this soul
a blanket over suffering
and feel the delicate nature of your dance.

into love
you nameless thing

moving time a teacher beyond
tears fragile water running clear
moon light guiding true brightly
flashes of breath and bones
twisted woods moaning
wisping breezes laughing
rattling hearts
trembling worlds
colliding stars
us and them
falling

into love
you nameless thing.

i crushed you in my hand
your heart alive and free
exploded into stars

i crushed you in my eyes
your form spun and twirlled
freedom from gravity

i crushed you in my heart
your breath deep and intense
found home within its self

i crushed you in my love
your eyes blazed fire
burning my fear

i crushed you in my passion
my dreams disappeared
and i found myself in you.

its nice to be broken
being whole is over-rated
its nice to be in pieces
scattered and unorganized
theres very little illusion in it
being all smashed up
whats another scratch?
to something already so cracked and crooked!
but i wonder
full of holes
distorted and incomplete
what can i hold
after im broken.

i have fallen deep into your heart,
there is no point wondering,
why or how it became to be,
nothing lies between us,
we are one.

your light has claimed me,
great wings shield my wounds,
i dissapear in you,
my head on your heart,
we are one.

ours eyes are truth,
stars locked in simple stories,
i am lost in you,
i can not turn back,
we are one.

j.

This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering
there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly,
no grand discourse,
no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
no disciple.
This gathering is more like a drunken party,
full of tricksters, fools,
mad men and mad women.
This is a gathering of Lovers

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

TEILHARD DE CHARDIN
1881 - 1955
By Anodea Judith

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was a visionary French Jesuit, paleontologist, biologist, and philosopher, who spent the bulk of his life trying to integrate religious experience with natural science, most specifically Christian theology with theories of evolution. In this endeavor he became absolutely enthralled with the possibilities for humankind, which he saw as heading for an exciting convergence of systems, an "Omega point" where the coalescence of consciousness will lead us to a new state of peace and planetary unity. Long before ecology was fashionable, he saw this unity he saw as being based intrinsically upon the spirit of the Earth:

"The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the Earth."
Teilhard de Chardin passed away a full ten years before James Lovelock ever proposed the "Gaia Hypothesis" which suggests that the Earth is actually a living being, a collosal biological super-system. Yet Chardin's writings clearly reflect the sense of the Earth as having its own autonomous personality, and being the prime center and director of our future -- a strange attractor, if you will -- that will be the guiding force for the synthesis of humankind.

"The phrase 'Sense of the Earth' should be understood to mean the passionate concern for our common destiny which draws the thinking part of life ever further onward. The only truly natural and real human unity is the spirit of the Earth. . . .The sense of Earth is the irresistable pressure which will come at the right moment to unite them (humankind) in a common passion.

"We have reached a crossroads in human evolution where the only road which leads forward is towards a common passion. . . To continue to place our hopes in a social order achieved by external violence would simply amount to our giving up all hope of carrying the Spirit of the Earth to its limits."

To this end, he suggested that the Earth in its evolutionary unfolding, was growing a new organ of consciousness, called the noosphere. The noosphere is analogous on a planetary level to the evolution of the cerebral cortex in humans. The noosphere is a "planetary thinking network" -- an interlinked system of consciousness and information, a global net of self-awareness, instantaneous feedback, and planetary communication. At the time of his writing, computers of any merit were the size of a city block, and the Internet was, if anything, an element of speculative science fiction. Yet this evolution is indeed coming to pass, and with a rapidity, that in Gaia time, is but a mere passage of seconds. In these precious moments, the planet is developing her cerebral cortex, and emerging into self-conscious awakening. We are indeed approaching the Omega point that Teilhard de Chardin was so excited about.

This convergence however, though it was predicted to occur through a global information network, was not a convergence of merely minds or bodies -- but of heart, a point that he made most fervently.

"It is not our heads or our bodies which we must bring together, but our hearts. . . . Humanity. . . is building its composite brain beneath our eyes. May it not be that tomorrow, through the logical and biological deepening of the movement drawing it together, it will find its heart, without which the ultimate wholeness of its power of unification can never be achieved?"