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POEMS

Flower Of Life

 

I am a sinless seed

I am the seed of my mothers apple

I am the seed of the seed of the seed of the seed

I am the seed of the original seed

 

through her sacred flower

I gave birth to myself

I descended mother

to witness the light of earth

I covered myself with the blood of christ  

washed myself with the flow of life

 

I am veiled by nature

as a fleur-de-lis

I am given a gift

a shell of shielding soft skin

my fingers follow my truth

touch upon my flesh

profound pleasure when kissed

behold, what a shame if missed

 

I do not deny myself

I am not a forbidden fruit

for the sake of sacredness

I open my leaves of unity

 

bloom,

my holy fruit

 

this is our origin

this is our naked truth

Flower of life
Present moment

Present Moment

the discomfort before stillness dapples the inner light
I desire a calm fluid body
my ghostly mind wanders in despair for stories
why do I dream a world less colorful then the present moment?
I notice my shallow breath
present moment, where are you?
I pause and invite the wind in my palms

Alien Brothers & Sisters

alien brothers and sisters

we are here together 

as earth people

sprung from the same cell - soul

nature’s invention 

scripted a billion times

in a million different plays - places

 

we are every single person

divided by a thin pocket of flesh

yet our lungs are filled with shared air

breathed for us by far-away rainforest trees

 

we are both plant and animal

we are the stars and the soil

we are meant to be

a planet of poetry

 

oh, harmony

the light of love is only one switch away

respect all living things that fly, walk, crawl or swim

feel gratitude for everything this home brings

 

heaven is here

alien brothers sisters

Pasta Al Universe

arid soil made moist with the sap of sky

dough of father and mother

mud mixture kneaded into union with the psalm of gravity

 

could it be that gravity is god?

disguised as an invisible unifying consequence 

who fell through the atmosphere deeply in love with the fantasy of life 

thus married heaven and earth

 

it might be so

because life can not exist without symphysis

it is not formed in the act of separation

 

we are children of liquid intimacy 

we are the holy blood of both soil and sky

we are an astronomical communion

a sexual union of water and wine paired with the divine

Pasta

Species

to be recognized by another species is like looking in the mirror

but seeing the within

heart becomes skin

you are without existing

and though here I am...

surrounded by spirits who’s soul is as old as god 

 

enchanted and in pure ease

at peace

conducted by curiosity

I fly in a salty sky

eye to eye

I spiral down to the ocean floor

so she would dance with me 

in this mixture of minerals and molecules 

our hearts play without boundaries of matter

 

we call her ocean

she calls her home

her home with no door

inviting us with whispers of welcome to explore 

Species

My Body

 

to this body

I must give endless thanks

 

for each millimeter of this figure

exposes the truth of my soul

 

each shade sprawled across my shape 

sewn in my skin

to soak up the sun

refined and resilient 

allowing for a sensation of touch

deep as the ocean

 

this finite form

full of life

a countable infinity  

allowing for action

that remains unmeasured

 

so I can be both

strong and subtle

as a heartbeat

following feelings

 

my frame

as fixed as a freckle 

made of minerals

just as mountains are

 

thusly I am supported 

held upright 

to face all the world

with this beautiful form

fragile and unique as a snowflake

Lasting just as long

 

unashamed 

an endlessly changing expression

always manifesting 

my purest self

for all to see

My body
you compare

You Compare Yourself To A Flower

you compare yourself to a flower

 

feeling the wind

                                                         dancing

you grow unfolding your petals

 

              to the sun

 

soaking

                                  naked in the rain

 

you compare yourself to a flower

 

smelling of nature's beauty

 

                                            unapologetically 

with each breath

                   cleansing the air

                                                      healing 

part of the earth 

 

a symbol with hidden depth 

                         that goes beyond

                 immaculate form 

 

you compare yourself to a flower

 

a flower  

                the condensation of sun

       wind and rain

                               

grounded

 

      ever changing composition 

 

                                       earths art

                  constantly becoming something new

 

a flower is a product of passion 

the ripple
it is still

It Is Still

in a moment 
you broke my heart 
open 
like the shell
of a seed
i am 
growing
timeless

even if it doesn’t seem so

it is still
love

there aint

There Ain't No Sinful Skin

 

the flesh of humans can cause troubles

it seems

whenever and however it is revealed

isn’t it strange

that our skin

that we’re in

can get triggered by touch

or by cold or warmth

or by wetness or drought

or by pain or love

is seen as sinful

shouldn’t we be thankful

that our skin as a whole translates the natural state of the soul?

The Ripple Of Smiles

 

I like to wear nothing

but my smile

a warm jacket of smile

sometimes even a couple jackets at a time

smile upon smile upon smile multiplied by smile

my teeth exposed everywhere

reflecting what I see 

the ripple of smiles is omnipresent 

I can only smile back out to the galaxy

and further

now, the galaxy wears a smile

and her smile stretches into other dimensions 

Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile

faithful

Faithful Followers

 

to understand religion 

is to understand reality

 

to know each flaw

in the words 

of dead 

men

 

to learn

each lesson and its value

each tradition 

             and its harm

 

to realize the difference 

between what is sold as spirit

and that which is 

               the centered soul

 

to see the separation 

     that lies in the gap between following                and                freedom

                                        the truth 

that is in the distance between

church                    and                  god

 

          to illuminate 

that teachings are only beneficial

         if they lead to willing transformation

 

it is in the way of those we deem as wise men to make the river of reality 

rigid and readable

as religions

 

just as it is the way of wickedness to twist meanings 

making obscure what was plain to see

for fear and fame

as religious leaders

with armies of faithful followers

If Only I Would Be A Flower

 

if only I would be a flower

I would not be separate

I would be amid

I would be from

I would be in 

 

the kinetic grass would sway against my form

and intuitively I would move as well 

we would move together to the rhythm of the loving mysterious heartbeat of life

 

I would greet everything with the beauty I have forever absorbed to nourish others

I would open for the light of heavens to seep through me 

because to participate in opening is to touch the greatest grace 

 

however,

 

today, I am nature embodied abloom

tomorrow, I will be a flower

today, I grace you with the love I have basked in during many lifetimes

tomorrow, I will talk to you about the cycles of life

 

today, I remember the freedom of my sovereign body

tomorrow, my petals will taste the sweetness of giving clouds

today, my roots stretch and belong to the deep wise earth

tomorrow, I will open

 

today, I live and grow among nature

tomorrow, my beauty will belong too

if only i would be a flower
an entity

An Entity Of Its Own 

to witness my reflection in your eyes 

is to experience myself existing so differently alive 

who is she? 

this woman resembling me?

 

you cast light on my shadow

oh, it hurts

for what I see in that mirage 

is what I know - I am

 

I observe the fractals of your seeing fuse into radiating orbs of love

through the gate of simultaneous presence our tongues meet 

in your mouth

I fall and I rise

my frame barely holds itself upright

like backbones of dna our spines spiral into an entity of its own

our skins stick with no separation

as if life has always been so

belong

Belong

while adrift in this spiritual sea

in this quantum of time

that we call now and today

the suppressed secret to our salvation was set to flame

 

oh holy sun

why did we hide in the shade?

 

even though your heartbeat pulses symphonically with ours

and we are blessed by earth's reciprocal green and blue chorus 

we kept running

fast and un-paced

missing the beat of our fate

 

but then suddenly 

you slowed us down 

you gave us a break

and lives have been given

for a cause that’s yet to be known

 

but I trust 

that you are teaching us to fly with synchronicity 

that we will finally understand and maybe even see 

that you are a star and I am a star

that all beings in this biosphere are baptized by earth

that we are significant in our insignificance

that this planet is one

that we are family

 and not only people or people-like species

but that every organism and plant and tree

belong to earth family

And As I Open

and as I open

I find myself

 

I admit that I am 

 

presence

here

now

 

unfolding the Flower of Life

 

and then I walk

 

I walk 

through gates of reality

seeing

formations that burden our freedom to be 

I decorate them 

with blossoming, undeniable, delicate beauty

 

beauty is living truth

 

and I keep walking

I open more

my blood

it paints

 

a story in time

of time

beyond time

 

and I see that she 

my flow of life 

is everything 

I am

 

the crescent and the full

the wild and the still

the sprouting and the whithering

the rock that crumbles into sand 

and the rock that remains

 

and as I bleed - I continue to walk

dressing flowers onto cold, heavy stones


because I am living

and life is art 

and art can die

but wants to live

and as i open
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