Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Stop panicking

Don't panic
world-eating fog encroaches
no chance to breathe in this miasma
gasping for something clean
to inhale
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.
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
Body Language
Teach Peace
Dancing in the classroom
Body wisdom
Reaches through neural pathways
regenerates whole to whole
soul to soul
touching life
I feel you in my mind, my spine
Feel me dancing
elongating muscles
extending connections
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

1 comment:

Brian Benson said...

Well done, long; will have to re-read a few times