Stop panicking

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