Love perfected and whole, you arrive.
Words throng my soul, but none come out.

A traveler meets his joy
and his despair at once.

Dying of thirst, I stand here
with springwater flowing around my feet.

- Rumi (to get the juices flowing)


remember this thirst,
this thirst for the divine.
i am your mirror,
see yourself, your divinity,
in me.

we dance this play of energies,
the magnetic forces course back and forth
between you and me.

but we can't give in just yet.
this longing is what drives us to create.

we burn to melt into the void,
but sometimes we avoid,
the scary mystical trip.

where would we go?
would we come back?
do you care?

what if we got stuck there?

would it be so bad,
the elevation from Babylon
to ZION?

genuine child of zion I am...
a spiritual warrior of the
dreaded blood roots clan!

come plant ya roots with me for a while.
stuck in the ground, swirlin all around
the tree of life.

dread head, roots loose,
out of the confines
of this matrix noose.

we gotsta let it flow
from the ground up, yo.

undulating waves, pulls of undertows,
take us out to sea to see the real me's.

I & I and thy most high,
connecting also through the sky.
body mind spirit, so near to it.

look inside at who's knocking?
crystal alma of creation.
listen to it beckon.

it's calling to you,
spinning vortex into, yourself.

tumbling inward and outward,
suspended in-between
worlds blue and green.

we are creatures of land and water,
cute little froggies trusting in our mater.
Mother Madre, Madre Tierra
crowned upon our cabeza.

we are who we've been wating for...
forget past and future.
now is in your mind and never behind,
your self.

believe in the present,
the gift of life.
destined to expression,
all the love and strife.

water your seed
and watch the tree grow.
up, down, and all around...
this dance is too slow.

get to it! get down with me!
trust your roots
and shake that ass around my tree!

i wanna dance and romance
around this throbbing orb of unity!

manifest this destiny
it's all in our voice.
sing loud and proclaim
your true choice.

proactive choice to create your myth.
this mystical magic is totally legit.

i feel ya, i sense your presence.
i feel the essence
of this essene, serene being.

accepting the beavy, the bounty
of being what you're seeing.

do you see LOVE?
do you sing LOVE?
do you feel it?
do you feel me?
will you reveal me
in you?

this sensationalism has
arisen a zazen in my corazon.
it won't be long before i explode.

climaxing volumes of unconditional love.

no longer scared.
no longer ill-prepared.
dedicated to the authenticity
of the sanctity
of my power of will.

which will get me through
all the tommorows
and until..

always in the now,
always in motion.

flowing and glowing from the shiny dew
of an excercised life.

i will excorsise the strife
with a strong knife
of a power-full living drive.

HUMAN POWER
HIGHER POWER
HIGHEST HIGH
GROUNDED IN EARTH & SKY

FREE TO BE
FREE TO LOVE
FREE TO LIVE
INSIDE I & EYE

Realize your real-eyes.
Enjoy the adventure, the game,
the gift, this swiftness
carrieing us on the current
between all the me's
in this universal soul.
this and all realities.

Weeeeee.......

See ya in dreamland.

~ Jaya Love Phillips

There was a long drought. Crops dried up.
The vineyard leaves turned black.

People were gasping and dying like fish
thrown up on shore and left there.
But one man was always laughing and smiling.

A group came and asked,
"Have you no compassion for this suffering?"

He answered, "To your eyes this is a drought.
To me, it is a form of God's joy.

Everywhere in this desert I see green corn
growing waist high, a sea-wilderness of young ears greener than leeks.

I reach to touch them. How could I not?

You and your friends are like Pharaoh
drowning in the Red Sea of your body's blood.
Become friends with Moses, and see this other riverwater."

When you think your father is guilty of an injustice,
his face looks cruel. Joseph, to his envious brothers,
seemed dangerous. When you make peace with your father,
he will look peaceful and friendly. The whole world
is a form for truth.

When someone does not feel grateful
to that, the forms appear to be 'as he feels.'
They mirror his anger, his greed, and his fear.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.

It will turn to gold. Resurrection
will be now. Every moment,
a new beauty.

And never any boredom!
Instead this abundant, pouring
noise of many springs in your ears.

The tree limbs will move like people dancing,
who suddenly know what the mystical life is.

The leaves snap their fingers like they're hearing music.
They are! A sliver of a mirror shines out
from under a felt covering. Think how it will be
when the whole thing is open to the air and the sunlight!

There are some mysteries that I'm not telling you.
There's so much doubt everywhere, so many opinions
that say, "What you announce may be true
in the future, but not now."
But this form of universal truth that I see
says,
This is not a prediction. This is here
in this instant, cash in the hand!

This reminds me of the sons of Uzayr,
who were out on the road looking for their father.
They had gown old, and their father had miraculously
grown young! They met him and asked, "Pardon us, sir,
but have you seen Uzayr? We heard that he's supposed
to be coming along this road today."

"Yes, " said Uzayr, "he's right behind me."
One of the sons replied, "That's good news!"

The other fell to the ground.
He had recognized his father.

"What do you mean 'news!' We're already inside
the sweetness of his presence."

To your minds there is such a thing as 'news,'
whereas to the inner knowing, it's all
in the middle of its happening.

To doubters, this is a pain.
To belivers, it's gospel.
To the lover and the visionary,
it's life as it's being lived!

The rules of faithfulness
are just the door and the doorkeeper.
They keep the presence from being interrupted.

Being unfaithful is like the outside of a fruit peeling.
It's dry and bitter because it's facing away from the center.
Being faithful is like the inside of the peeling,
wet and sweet. But the place for peelings
is the fire. The real inside is beyond "sweet"
and "bitter." It's the source of deliciousness.

This can't be said. I'm drowning in it!

Turn back! And let me cleave a road through water
like Moses. This much I will say,
and leave the rest hidden:

Your intellect is in fragments, like bits of gold
scattered over many matters. You must scrape them
together, so the royal stamp can be pressed into you.

Cohere, and you'll be as lovely as Samarcand
with its central market, or Damascus. Grain by grain,
collect the parts. You'll be more magnificent
than a flat coin. You'll be a cup
with carvings of the king
around the outside.

The Friend will become bread and springwater for you,
a lamp and a helper, your favorite dessert
and a glass of wine.
Union with that one
is grace. Gather the pieces,
so I can show you what is.

That's what talking is for,
to help us to be One. Manyness
is having sixty different emotions.
Unity is peace, and silence.

I know I ought to be silent,
but the excitement of this keeps opening
my mouth as a sneeze or a yawn does.

Muhammad says, "I ask forgiveness seventy times a day,"
and I do the same. Forgive me. Forgive my talking
so much. But the way God makes mysteries 'manifest
quickens and keeps the flow of words in me continual.

A sleeper sleeps while his bedclothes drink in
the riverwater. The sleeper dreams of running around
looking for water and pointing in the dream to mirages,
"Water! There! There!" It's that 'There!'
that keeps him asleep. 'in the future, in the distance,'
those are illusions. Taste the 'here and now' of God.

This present thirst is your real intelligence,
not the back-and-forth, mercurial brightness.
Discursiveness dies and gets put in the grave.

This contemplative joy does not.
Scholarly knowledge is a vertigo,
an exhausted famousness.
Listening is better.

Being a teacher is a form of desire,
a lightning flash. Can you ride to Wahksh,
far up the Oxus River, on a streak of lightning?

Lightning is not guidance.
Lightning simply tells the clouds to weep.
Cry a little. The streak-lightning of our minds
comes so that we'll weep and long for our real lives.

A child's intellect says, "I should go to school."
But that intellect cannot teach itself.

A sick person's mind says, "Go to the doctor,"
but that doesn't cure the patient.

Some devils were sneaking up close to heaven
trying to hear the secrets, when a voice came,
"Get out of here. Go to the world. Listen
to the prophets!" Enter the house through the door.
It's not a long way. You are empty reeds,
but you can become sugarcane again,
if you'll listen to the guide.

When a handful of dirt was taken from the hoofprint
of Gabriel's horse and thrown inside the golden calf,
the calf lowed! That's what the guide can do
for you. The guide can make you 'live.'

The guide will take your falcon's hood off.
Love is the falconer, your king.

Be trained by that. Never say, or think,
"I am better than...whoever."

That's what Satan thought.
Sleep in the spirit tree's peaceful shade,
and never stick your head out from that green.

~ Rumi

Blessed is the Child of Light
Who is pure in heart,
For he shall see God.
For as the Heavenly Father hath given thee
His holy spirit,
And thy Earthly Mother hath given thee
Her holy body,
So shall ye give love
To all thy brothers.
And thy true brothers are all those Who do the will of thy Heavenly Father
And thy Earthly Mother.
Let thy love be as the sun
Which shines on all the creatures of the earth,
And does not favor one blade of grass
For another.
And this love shall flow as a fountain
From brother to brother,
And as it is spent,
So shall it be replenished.
For love is eternal.
Love is stronger
Than the currents of deep waters.
Love is stronger than death.
And if a man hath not love,
He doth build a wall between him
And all the creatures of the earth,
And therin doth he dwell
In loneliness and pain.
Or he may become as an angry whirlpool
Which sucks into its depths
All that floats too near.
For the heart is a sea with mighty waves,
And love and wisdom must temper it,
As the warm sun breaks through the clouds
And quiets the restless sea.
He who hath found peace wiwth his brothers
Hath entered the kingdom of Love,
And shall see God face to face.
Know this peace with thy mind,
Desire this peace with thy heart,
Fulfill this peace with thy body.

- from the Essene Gospel of Peace, Book 2