I will give of myself
and I will not return
to the exact source
of my gifting
thus gift has meaning
and can be enjoyed

the psychedelic bird call
invokes thee
wrings transcendent wisdom
from its spirit in the sky
this is flying away
I do not return

we have a barrel
of Rumi-nations
of laughs but no cups
eggs of the bornless
in nests of the strange
art is given
to its children

carry away
into marriage and death
now I understand thee
ancient mothers
ancient fathers of... read more

the one among
us who possesses
and charges a
still mind and
a quiet person
upon need will
be the only one
to speak clearly

in patience with
temperament one will
embrace passion
in its moment
of health and
prostrate before
pain and joy
without the
confusion of
lesser symbols

one speaks and
learns; one suffers
another for the
WHY of suffering
to bless their
clarity in whatever
noisy form it takes
under the speedy
mechanics of sun's
bright history

a still being
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all cut up
inside
the holy bovine
stands naked
in the rain

I praise
to you
kissed in
the center of
ecstasy
and the mystic's
comedown

I praise
to you
that which bore
the strange
from stillness
and licked
its tears

I praise
to Matisse
your surgeon
to Picasso
your schoolmaster

I bow down
and watch
love humiliate
itself before
the harmonic
tendencies
of waves

I sing to the
lowly
knowing I
will return
in a crash of
knees and
cries of
prostration

a... read more

all I really want
is to place flowers
at the footsteps of temples
observing them as they
kill themselves
and erect anew
tossing fires
in largeness of sky
to rain down
on the silent arcana
with an unsteady stream of
flowers I kill myself
without a care
I am a devotee of the strange
the merciful new light
the walkers
the ones with hands always open
as if eternally prepared
to receive my flowers
body aware
mind silent
eyes slitted
heart vibrations
ash images of the destroy... read more

from one god to another
I'd like to tell you
in cosmic jest
of a myth writ on the
ineffable high
be it art or
be it birthright
the body becomes a UFO
and some hip freak
is planted at the controls
ground control to Major Tom
it is yours to explore
vibratory landscapes
walls of resonance
knotting and untying
holding without gravity
as the craft revs
kundalini rising
and we blast off to bask
under Sirius moonlight
star control to pbj23
how's the synchronicity?
have you lear... read more