Don't
panic
world-eating fog
encroaches
no chance to breathe in
this miasma
gasping for something
clean
to inhale
release
gently
into
nothingness
no trace of
panic
around which to
coalesce
fear,
malice
let all pain bleed
off
into airless
mist
relax, restless
thrashing
sinking bit by bit
into
silence
now, wasn't that
easy?
slowly, without
emotion
watch the fog roll
by
easing into serene
skies
breathe while reading
Living River
If you're doing it right
It flows.
Worthwhile work
is work that flows
feels good
feels real.
Impediments may abound,
stones and reefs to flow
around
or through.
Pick up bits of wisdom
on the way.
If you're doing it right,
no need to delay.
Time's neither fast nor
slow.
Every placement relates
just so.
Beautiful day,
lilting lazy river ...
Entrapped, entranced
Who is to be gained
by loosening the ties?
What you remains
released into surprise?
Feel, beneath your eyes.
Ease into the rhythm.
Blessed familiarity --
heartbeat through pulsing
memory.
Breathe, connect with the real
--
the gift of air, of skin,
of night, of chance
encounters,
of ringing melodies
strong enough
to call to potency
your most precious name.
The I of my inner dimensions speaks
truth, infused in beauty
lives as multiplicity,
cares implicitly,
always somewhere aware.
Breathe
Listen
See
Playmate child,
impish angel’s protective wing.
Ethereal, diamonds sing
light bell-clear at-one
alive in the air
Tune In
Just relax
Don't think about a thing
Just relax
Close your eyes and feel
serene
Just relax
Feel the loosening of all your
cares
Look behind your eyes,
Become aware
of the miracle that
you really are
Acts of Magick
If it is to be done,
We must go out and do it
Action, once begun,
Has beauty and power to
it
Aiming true to course
Needs thought and
reflection
Feed movement from the
source
Of our yearn toward
perfection
The play is never done
Each and every one
Performing through their
part
Reinvents our start
So join the song, and sing your
tune
Dance strong beneath a rousing
Moon
Another day, another seed
Bursts out into the Sun
Ouroboros Comes to Embrace
Sentience
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
A new age is coming
A new way of being is a 'borning
Be alive
Don't believe
Be Alive
More
Peace
In the
center
a quiet
stream
for
reflection
ebbing
outward
gentle
ripples
bathed in sunshine
ease
further out, at the
shoreline
dramas, comedic,
tragic, rhapsodic,
full of song and
dance
for
reflection
Second Star to the
Right
Traveling beyond Persephone's
garden
on the etheric
threshold
'tween life and
death.
Taking an oblique path at the
crossroads
onto an accessway
along the axis of
bliss.
It's not a road on
which
the dramas fade.
It's not about a numbing
block
to pain.
Drama unfolds --
my chemistry responds
exquisitely.
Touch is just
touch;
sensation translated
information.
All the appointed
tasks,
routine errands of the
everyday,
little pauses along the bliss
path
allowing me to breathe the
scent
of endless
possibilities
as path and consciousness
expand
blissfully aware.
Basho's Footprint
Seek what's been sought by the wise in
texts of glowing poetry, in deep-
singed blues,
in crypt-hewn runes,
in deepest breath turned inward,
surprising miles of memory,
in whispered library words
by monks, solitary,
in solidarity with Muse.
Wander through all time, e-motion, all
need for meaning.
Seek where your living leads
expecting not, nor pleading
for
rejecting not, nor bleeding
for
with eyes, with mind, with
hands
unbound
Body Language
Teach Peace
Dancing in the classroom
Body wisdom
Reaches through neural pathways
regenerates whole to whole
soul to soul
touching life
exactly
I feel you in my mind, my spine
Feel me dancing
elongating muscles
extending connections
Meditation
Sitting, meditating
on self-hallowed ground
surrounded and succored
by the spirit of life.
It isn't easy
turning on the tide
being the talk of the
town
the laughing stock
the example for errant
schoolboys,
don't want to end up like
him.
Yet no thing is easier.
Moving with the rhythm
natural, unafraid.
Beat by beat,
sometimes a song
appears.
It sings with me and the
crickets,
the cicadas, the bees and
birds
and chittering
creatures.
We dance a little jig,
breathing, breathing
inspiration, exhalation,
exhilaration.
Bit by bit the sunshine
infuses with my cells.
I am opening. I am
learning.
I am being made new.
All it takes is total
dedication,
not a renouncing,
not a denying,
not what one would call a
discipline,
just total awe and
gratitude
for sweet layer unto exquisitely
beautiful layer
as each is revealed.
Searching the skies for
eternity
Opening upward, onward, out
of words
Yet still
bound
Sentience of form
persists
Feel the
glory,
the honor,
the fear
over eons
emerge
as bliss
