Boundless



dreamflows



rising up and across



the desert of concrete cycles of money sex and violence -



the hard gears of society hardening themselves



into numbness so they can fall asleep safe.







A white mask



caught in smile's eyes

welling up with fright

bridges the void with vision.







Death says check-mate -



life is a sacrifice to itself.

Here lives the line between ignorance and



   intentional non-awareness of the black pattern that crawls in the night

       eating the souls of the sleeping.

 

In living with this line -



   what could even be done



      but let it be?

 

So in this game of

manifesting reality with awareness -

what deserves our eyes when



the unfailing fabric of existence is love?

e



ver so



silently



tiptoes beneath the veil of the night





perfectly protected by the vast unmitigated way





        dream weave dragon





a short human boy crouches beneath



ancient tree below sky swimming fire birds



under a rusty rice hat



carrying a crystal



for the master.

 

perfectly silently blending into the ancient root pattern



of our DNA -



love has found it's place.

 

floating on a winged sailboat

to a crystal palace

above the treeline.

 

dancing in the clouds

 again.

the total possibilities

  that one's actions manifest in the field of others

renders karma as dream-metrics

  to the astral nation's lucidity.

( dreams rendered on the mainframe super-computer

  appear vicerally lucid at a very high resolution )

hyper-conscious lucid dream reflections,

  interweaving collective realities.  

aligned with the vision dream deepening

   as a tool of the way,

      dreams flow free of risk.

( all good intensions manifest

  once it's carriers are ready to carry the weight of them

    for the love of all others as self one-ness )

clear as fluid dynamic divinity

  ascending the ever present nessence

    of the eternal now



I see you 

        singing

             the unmade sound





       one soul choir

   tuning biology's mad orchestra 

to the key of love





here we meet again

  patiently sharpening surrender's blade

    to perfect the art of push and pull in one flow



    traversing the origin of the unborn

  natural free flow of the heart's sweet alchemy



kissing the face of mortality





drawn into presence

  by the self-actualizing reflection attractor

    of space itself



    two fluttering hearts form one blue egg

  

      closing the space between

    condition drenched bodies

  holding the way to whisper 

what words cannot -



purge the romantic delusion and seek peace



one simple prayer and

  four soft hands come together

    becoming the prayer mudra

      of the buddha spaceship



    remembering the art of the immortal one

  divine re-aligment frequency



holding the original form





in a cosmic blink of the omnipotent eye

  our bodies will return to the fertile soil

    of tomorrow's dreams



        and what thoughts were born will

          echo eternal



      ripples



  through the shipibo pattern

of future (s) elves







so remember

  together



that we share what

   one

may only with

   self

   

the all

  and always



naked truth body

of



omniscient

love

received!

A waterfall of blessings

is cascading from heaven

always



when our crowns are open to receive it.

When the earth exhaled

the rivers gave birth to

many valleys flowing down

into one sea.



When the sea was enlightened

it rose through fire into free-form,

birthing spectacular cloud-things!



When the clouds relaxed

they showered life back onto the earth,

leaving the sky so clear that

even the horizon melted into turquoise-blue.





Yet This is more clear than That ~

essence of space.



Most familiar dream-mind,

sunshine smiley face

infinite time forever.





Free of risk, The One burst forth into All,

spinning unlimited plates of Yes!





Yet in each of The All

there was nothing but chasing The One.



And in The One

there was nothing but watching The All

(chasing The One.)







So from here, breathing,

in this vast expanse of One-becoming



watching The All become One

from the body of an All-becoming One -



'life' appears to be

a ridiculous paradox

indeed.



We're all working on it.

Your heart connects to one great mother,

wherein all hearts meet each other.



One trillion threads converge as one,

singing as they dance along.



~



A trillion me!

Ten trillion you!

A hundred trillion things to do!



A thousand million trillion waves -

A billion trillion paths to take!



So many these, so many thats,

delicious teas and fashionable hats.



A trillion trilion ways to find

infinite ways to blow your mind!



All these lovers, all these colors -

trillions to mistake as 'other'.



~



Yet 'other' is the dark mother,

with wrong and bad her twin brothers.



Many cry many tears

churning up in wrong-bad's gears.



Though wrong and bad don't stand a chance

when love you are, and light you have!



They'll wipe themselves right off the map

before you're even half-way back

to where this whole great show began -

in always-and-forever-land.



The deepest, darkest pit of all

with one bright light, is clear to all!



~



So how to live a trillion years,

free of wrathful wrong-bad's fear?



Few have ever done the math

and fewer still have walked the path.



Yet you're the One, and now's the time...

so what is it you're trying to find?



~



Could 'trillion' others all be you?



Well that depends a lot on who

you think yourself to be.



A trillion yous that think they're me?



Or one who knows you're always you,

so clearly all the rest are too.

The pattern of the gods

reflects the bane of their own mystery.



How am I here and what is all of this about?



This question would never even be satisfied

if all things clearly pointed to the simple truth that

One is one with everything.



Only one Way is vast enough

to penetrate the un-ever fathomed void of infinity

upon which all of manifestation hinges.



And to inherit that vision demands

absolute un-attachment to all formed consciousness

while maintaining a perfect balance from within it's conditions.



The easiest way out is through Death's laughing grip,

most liberating through Clear Light.



Thus most men

may only catch a glimpse of Way

on their deathbed.

Wanting Nothing

is still wanting somthing

which is Nothing.



Getting Nothing

takes knowing something-

that only when wanting is forgotten

is nothing realized.



Forgetting Nothing

is remembering that

there is nothing left to get.



Thus, having Nothing

is wanting everything-

while remembering

it is already yours.

This whole world

and all the worlds of all the beings in this world,



throughout all of their lives

amongst all of time



are shimmering fragments

reflecting in one cup of tea.



Twenty six more cups of tea will be had before the sun sets this evening,

and I've got nowhere to go but here.



Nothing to do but drink them each one drop at a time.



Said the Buddha to the Prince.