Soledad Canyon

Here I am again in Soledad Canyon
The waters are rising in each
                                           corner and end
All of my loved ones have been
                           ground down like fine sand
I must head for the mountain
                           get out of this land
When that nightmare comes true
                   and it's really a bad one
You reach for companions
                          you look for a friend
Then you realise they can't make
                                             it that far
with you down the road
                         but you must reach the end

The tears that we cry must be
                         followed with laughter
The lessons we learned must be
                 considered all that matters
To be there and stand up
                 when we are most needed
Filling the shoes of 
                  our best memories

How did I get all the way here
                         in Soledad Canyon?
Was my soul bound to the signs
                        because I believe?
It all feels familiar like it's been done
                for so many lifetimes
We've done so much under the sun
             that we cannot conceive

I want us to be meant to be
        with eachother, holding eachother
I believe in this thing
Nothing will change this my dear lover
Keep your heart open and
                                 be love with me

For now I must wait above the flood line
Tossing out lifesavers
                    waters strewn with white rings
I had to prepare for this many a year
To stand on this rock of ages with no fear

Please don't forsake me
                        please don't forget me
You won't be able to do so too soon
I'm gathering the pieces from this    
                                   arduous journey
While I have been walking past
                                  many new moons
I have many to go and
                              want you beside me
When the time is right
                          we will be more than ready
We will have plenty of time to
                              make sweet memories
Many a day and many a night

I must stay in retreat from the darkness
                       to complete contemplation
Been forging the floodwaters
                       holding on to the sides
My tears have paid their own contribution
In search I am of higher initiation
Redemption is calling me, calling us
We are all tumbling in the riptides
No judgement, just trust and realise
Our Love is much bigger than the ships
                       that pass us by

Wishful Eyes

It's not right these countless nights
I spend trying to pretend
I can keep alive
                      that I might survive
Without you
And I know you know it's true

You fill my mind with
                       your wishful eyes
I want you to find out
How much, on me, you can rely
For us to make memories
           chew on everything bittersweet

Please surrender your love
                   to me that never ends
Take off our clothes
                   our bare naked souls
Like children, like friends
Innocent and free, that's how I
                         want us to be

You musn't forget, we musn't forego
our offering layed breathing
                   before Spirit's grace
I must proclaim within a sacred space
while gazing deeply upon
                      your serene face
that the whole truth in me
                     belongs with you
                      
                    You know it's true.

The Misfits

We come from a long line
               of derelicts and misfits
                      feeling around in the dark

I knew that indecipherable love
               from above, below, and inside
                 before I knew it from the various

Manifestations and formations
               I have come to know, the light
                    show with its soft glow, like a
                       mother bird's firm shove

I still haven't found out what
               would happen if I completely
                        let go in the dream

Feeling myself falling apart
       a freefall from deprivation
                   and self preservation

Would it be more like falling apart at the seams
                   or floating downstream and such

We are indeed wild
            and a touch dramatic
                          a synergy, telepathy

It's all simply a wellspring of timing
             Time after time epiphanies
                     nestled in our beds while
                                     while we dream

I Ching

I'm almost cheating by reading
      the I Ching. To know what's happening
Not trying to be a prophet
                of the Apocalyse
Not about the poles shifting.
This is an anonymous promise.
Judgment day is not what you think.
You should be prepared ahead
to kneel down  before your
                       Spiritual King.

That is the key to conquering suffering.
Being one with your natural surroundings.
Shedding doubt and distress
We're calling out doubting Tomas
Replacing disrespect with
               the gift of sacred offerings
Putting the lid on evil's sarcophagus
                     on the day of reckoning

Acting in accord with Heaven's blessings
             while is world keeps us guessing
It's possible that in this universe
              we are the most interesting
We can see that the soul is homogenous
One with all and quite contagious
The true gold is the soul
                                   so start investing
You will see returns in this life
                    you will find rather convincing

So, while the rest of the
                          world is salivating,
aggression and hostility escalating,
interpreting with great misunderstanding
the pretentious false premise of
                 "survival of the fittest"
you already know the point of the test
It isn't about accumulation of things
or about self marketing
It's about lending yourself
               to the fortunate-less
in preparation for the
         miraculous immaculate

10/18/2017

Break The Glass

I can see you there
Hear you speak
I know your eyes
They speak to me
I want to break the glass
Between us and eternity

But I must follow where
There is a miracle in need
To rescue myself
It's others I must free
By picking them up fast
When they've fallen desperately

If I was in love
With an illusion
Heaven knows that
It was for good reason
I'll do my time, but
Not for my guilt of treason

The truth is this
Was born from above, but
We both came to a conclusion
And I know that there
Must be the seasons
I hope the warden pardons my intrusion

The Seed, The Root, The Tree

I see the tree
The tree sees me
Boundaries dissipate
Roots more intricate

I see the butterfly
To the breeze we both comply
Why don't we stay entwined, elated?
Why must life be complicated?

Oh Mother! Nurture me!
In this love You give so freely
Our centrifugal force spinning infinite
I cannot help but feel that we are intimate

Oh Lotus pure from Heaven's seed
Nourished best from waters murky
Hard to reach and hard to get
That burning yearning of "not just yet"

Oh Me! We did get lost and now I'm free
We still haven't heard the end of the story
The clouds are gathering for jubilee
When the rain comes the hour will be late

I see antiquity and fate
Time to fulfill this prophesy
A contract that you and I would remember that feeling is the key
Have mercy! For Your Love I would happily bleed

Shiva-Shakti-Eye

The Guru unto the disciple dies
A noble gift indeed
Of Oneness in Christos Consciousness
Like a trusty and valiant steed
All the while his ego dissolved
Burning away karma by breathing through me
Off with the shackles of illusion
Of nothing more am I in need

Afloat upon the inexhaustible
                           river of creation
A fusion with Her blue lotus feet
The Mother of all divinity
Has crushed all obstacles and defeat
With Her loving mercy
The river of light flowing through me
Up and down and up again for eternity
The ceaseless breath of
              Shiva Goraksha Babaji

My Guru taught me the secret
                           kechari mudra
The key to turning matter
                        into lightspeed
My hidden birthmark now has
                                     an answer
This is where and how I take flight
Drinking the moon's nectar, Chandra
Sweeter than sweet, lighter than light
Love without condition
                  Waiting there just for me

Balanced nadi channels to
                        command kundalini
She awakens from that slumber deep
To seize Her Star-Lover in my third eye
The united three of us are freed!
Shiva-Shakti, and I!
If I spend all my seasons asking for            Babaji
SatGuru of Immortality
Transformation will be achieved, from three to a star seed

The Guru says he is my garbage man
I must open the can so I come out clean
Of all the maya, by Shakti
                                energy transmission
The porter who takes the baggage  
                        and shows me my seat
Waiting with me in silence to hear the great Om
Babaji! Babaji! Babaji!
When can I come home?
Only in You can I breathe with ease

I surrender everything
Help me help You bring world peace
For this my heart succeed
Shiva Goraksha Babaji!
I bow to the Masters of all ages
Kabir-Lahiri Mahasaya and
                     Shri Yukteshwarji Giri
SatGurunath and Shri Yoganandaji,
                        my four cardinal sages
The Avataras, Krishna, Christ,
             and Shiva Goraksha Babaji

My ride to Shambhala, my Sapta Rishis

Steppenwolf

This poem always existed somewhere in my head. It knocked and knocked, but I could not turn the doorknob (like my first metaphysical/e.t. experience, 24 years ago).

You could have once called me Steppenwolf

A wayward drifter, a misanthrope

I even tried this and that kind of dope

But the God within was much swifter

And pulled me up from the end of my rope

I had to walk through the door of the theater

"For Madmen Only," read the prominent sign

Mad as result of the madness of the times

Crimes and misdemeanors, brother against brother

Treating each other like perfect strangers

The hour is getting late, my dears

To know from where you derive your power

It is everywhere and nowhere

In the balance it hangs

It all depends on you because you matter

Admittance to the theater requires this:

You have to admit you don't belong, that you are a fish out of water

That this world's values seem foreign and strange

That you claim this madness with all humility

Before you become completely deranged

Now you realise it was just a game

You either figure it out or become fodder

It is the selfless self above all else

Like being a martyr, even for pigs and fish

To influence and elevate even one fulfills God's wish

Inseparable

We have given new meaning
to the word inseparable.

Progenitors, traversing,
at times a brutal climb.

Those that were us before and
henceforth crossed over,
we never completely forgot,
and like clockwork, and with a bang
We began our twin sojourn,
one in thought.

That is when our first voyage
departed from the moon,
on a grand ship of crystal
                      our frozen cystal-light
to a land that could show us
                            and grow us

The still and constant moon
Our anchor in life after life
treading seas of questioning,
remembering when we are ready.

I have found you at last.
I knew instantly.
Right then and there began our
                                             dance.
In your gloriously deep eyes
I will be forever entranced.

You rule my heart, meaningless
is being thousands of miles apart.
You are the Captain steering me tenderly, adrift in bliss.
My true Self when we are One

You are my shelter
in the bosom of ecstasy.
Though you aren't here
I feel complete like
You are sitting right here next to me.

In time we shall sail on again
earning our passage for
a new course, the Crystal Ship
traveling distances beyond
                         our measure.

Our Love a game of hide and seek.
Please come to find me so
                        you may rediscover
in my depths lies your primordial
                              buried treasure.
       

The Tower

Have you seen her in the tower?
Do you know how long it's been?
Is she up there keeping watch,
or committed a grievous sin?
How does she pass the hours?
Is she jealous, lonely, broken?
Is she calling on the highest power
to keep a safe passage open?

Is she contemplating us,
                  just as we wonder?
Will she know if we are off course?
She must be made of lightning,
                                       thunder.
Must be devout to a spiritual force.
She can see the grove, road, and sky.
Does she have fear of remorse?
Will she find reward because
                                   she tried?
Will her heart meet with bitter
                                     divorce?
Is she trapped like Rapunzel?
Does she expect someone to
                             rescue her?
Has she cast the spell?
Will it provide the cure?
Can she tell that she's the sacrifice
                                      on the altar?
What hell awaits if she falters?

The poor girl needs to be reminded
that she can never die.
Even walking that tight- rope
                            not so taught
Five hundred meters in the sky
with hardly another thought
but the fates of you and I.
With white sage always lit
it is for us, on her we can rely.

Birthright

 Calm the mind and rhyme the breath
       and you'll find there is only life
                    and never death

                    In the nectar of
       Christ-Sacrifice-Consciousness
    You'll find the door of Shiva's Eye
               For those who go not
   tears of delusion those masses cry

  Keep a still mind and the Lord Host
     will reveal a great picture show
            made of pure Spirit-Soul
               yet remaining whole
    It is all without and oh so within
         The illusion of being apart
              remains the only sin

             Thinking about Paul
       and how he must have felt
I'm beginning to realise we must fall
  as did Paul, with a burden of guilt
            that we must lose it all
no matter how long it took to be built

               We must part ways
            in one way or another
          must not waste one day
                We must carry on,
         even carry your brothers
         delivering love's message
           just like Paul of Tarsus
   who entered heaven's passage
with brutalized body and blindness

            Until the end of his days
                    he had learned
         to treat all with kindness
             and that is a lesson for
                a new spiritual age
We are all nothing without eachother

               This is Our birthright
                the Lightning Path
     Delusion shattering divine light
                the only thing in life
       that can never be taken away

Slouching To Heaven

Some people have to slew
                        through a sewer of shit
                                            to get to heaven

Others make heaven here on earth
                        by putting others first
                             which can feel like
                                       the same shit

But to the Source of Light, Law,
                                the Mysteries
that means you loved the Giver
                             above the Gifts
and you know the gifts can be
          disguised as the
antithesis of your
                  soul's destiny

One person's silent misery
                        a sacrifice for the wheel
                              of the divine reflection

When the road shows
the only reason for it to wind
is so you can not see ahead to find
                   an off-ramp fit

It seems like it will never end
You get reminders all the time
The Giver is also the Friend
                   who always keeps along by
                                                   your side

Am I this crazy in love with you Lord?

To equate both my road to redemption,
                                             that detention
          and my Twin Soul reunion
                          as Your precious gifts

Tell me Master
                          what am I to do?

I will treat them both as the magic
                                        that they are
Waiting with baited breath
                and catching every clue

Tears That Do Not Consume

Tears that come from true sorrow

over time wears down the arrow

of the heart, the marrow

of the bone, the sorrow

of being alone and unable 

to atone

I have only cried for myself

very little which is plenty

From the age of three to twenty

I cried tears of the saint in me

who filed each violation against humanity

into that which cannot be condoned

When the Spirit of divine compassion

fills my mind with the promise of tomorrow

the only thing that soothes my soul

that's where I follow

The All in One Trinity

Those tears that give me clarity

and remind me I'm on my way home

When you are centered on the source, waters run clear

When I grew up to resist the tears

to be unattached to pain and fear

knowing that hoary burning bush could be near

The bush cannot perish in flame

the waters are likewise soul soma

I have always known what comes of the highest

of highs and the lowest too

Bereft of the balance

of the spiritual ballast

When prayer is only in name

like trying to find your way all alone

What I have been waiting for

will come of it's own accord

Our secret treaty is the heavenly door

on which I have come to knock through many a stage

My super soul, by you, is aflame

and we work toward our robes and thrones

Love On The Astral Plane

What am I supposed to do, my beloved,

 when our astral bodies

sneak out into the night?

Every time you come to me

I am completely taken over

You are moving inside

We are One, take your

transcendental blushing bride.

You and the formless intelligence

of the universe, you

have me at your mercy

I am at the center of a tempest

tormented, yet heaving with

                      orgasmic ecstasy

Your intensity has been

wrapped around me

clinging like licking flames

If you listen very hard

you can hear me scream your name.

Assessing the magnitude

of the situation

I am your Sis, and this

is so much more than

infatuation and seduction

We are riding

on a sunrise of memories

We will be very still

I whisper to you

in the tune of 432

When this transmission

finds it's way full of grace

by meeting you half way

the song becomes light

by the power of two.

The pillar of light between us

is the key to the golden road,

to the seat of the

Sacred Heart of our Lord

Our undulating pole star

is the magic of our love

We dance and make

rain come down from above

I absorb your energy

stretching out across

the far shore that is my exile

                             as your twin

Let me look through your eyes

again and again.

The scenery on the journey

                         of our return

in three different worlds

                    we feel the burn

We must recognize signs

that we're doing things right

in keeping with the Akashic blueprint

Our electrified beings are

refined blue light,

the love and joy

that is God's only longing

Only God knows how long

we must wait for it to

come to pass in this dimension

our red hot embrace

My love! I am yours

to penetrate in every way!

Being apart arouses in me

a delirious pain

I give it away to God

cast to the wind

that repeats your name

and in my heart I know

that this time spent waiting

will not be in vain.

It's impossible to prevent

                          like destiny

All my fears of the obstacles

that lie ahead are dispersed

My worried mind is purified

that you were nearly brought to tears

when you listened to my song

Now I know where your heart belongs

Instead of my guitar

it is your soul being strummed

by my healing hand,

the wind's haunting hum

Your every wish is my command.

On this day I laid a blanket

                                      on the wind

I stripped down

to feel the breeze and sun on my skin

I made love simultaneously

with brilliant, beautiful you

the sun and full moon

I get out of hand with you

I am in full bloom

Not to mention, since this is getting

nearly as long as Chaucer,

we shared our moment with a saucer.

So now I levitate above

                     a lake of fire

whose heat holds not a candle

to my empirical desire

And I see into the what's to come
See it through the eye of the sun

You and I finally reunited

together, sitting atop Mt. Zion

toasting the ruins of Empire.

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Logos of Divinity

Duality has been struck by lightning

If we are the keys

then what pulls the kite string?

Who could be responsible for

the perfection of what's happening?

No sense in postponing when

tonight is our grand opening


Grown from the same tree

with it's as above so below form

We were twice born to be

forged in the magnetic storm

We will be the offspring of Eternity

with an anu heart coeur

Infinite bliss in a kiss with divinity


It's all much more than we could muse

How it is that we are Sipazi Ana's             children

Sheparded home and nothing to lose

Because we are really One

in this story of the evolution of truth

Logos and Love are never done

We wouldn't have come all this way to refuse it

We are the word and the sound

We are the cherished smile

Some of the last compassionate hearts around

Everyone is looking for a miracle mile

They never get there, they're never found

Always forgetting that they can fly

Countless rounds stuck on the ground


The word becomes flesh

within the Eternal Now

to seek us out, to be baptized and blessed

The Alpha and The Omega

must now confess

As One we must lower and bow

We are really One, we must profess



(Sipazi Ana, "Orion" to Babylonians. Translates as Shepard of Anu, Shepard of Heaven, the God of Heaven. Figure of a bird, perhaps a messenger bird, behind Orion on a statue in ancient Babylonia.)

Alight

From inside my body shining
with the light of the moon
altered and diffused
Every photon trapped briefly
before going on for eternity
Even wings would be obnoxious
in the way of this bliss
Gravity a thing long forgotten
Lift cannot be helped
Nothing tangible felt
Just what is spinning inside
each solitary medicant's life

We have to be groomed again and again
has to be proof that our love is pure
but the light of the moon
trickles slow like early morning dew
Every morning distilled through
an incandescent lens
by the power of our Deva's rays
like great strings tuned into our beings
Vibrate and shake
with every gasp we take
One more push at the starting gate
to determine our collective fate

We are the swan of each sun and moon
Each day is the spring in which we
                                                           bloom

Bad Wind

Evil spirits of the sickly bad wind
Leave this house, do not come again!
Bad wind out of body and mind
Into the depths of hell you climb.

For every evil thought that comes our way
                                                
Karma will crush you night and day.
Out of this house! Out of our lives!
Do no more harm! Tell no more lies!

God made us out of His pure light.
Every evil we will fight.
Never resting 'til all is pure.
It is in YW we find our cure!

Shrine

By hearing each tick of the clock
while administered electroshock
you will return to nothing
You will forget that you were once
just a part of the flock

An insurmountable wall to scale
It wasn't you that pierced the veil
Given the key to nowhere
now you, now here
The finale of chasing your own tale

The inner voice says to remain calm
while in your hands you hold a bomb
Hermetically sealed tomb
of God and Law
has to crack before fits of an angry mob

He died for me he never died
The angry mob has no compassion to cry
Don't know if I deserve such a gesture
but I'll leave the door ajar
to fill that space inside

Reading the symbols and seeing some sign
of a piezoelectric paradigm
I am you and you are mine
We are home in love sublime
in the shrine of everlasting life

Dark Angel

You lost yourself on purpose
by the hands of a stranger
You ignored the crossing guard
Head first into the danger
Like a dark angel feeling worthless
searching for an oasis, hoping to hold the reigns of pain
You thought you had no right to feel anger
to seek your own applaus
to live your own verses

From cradle to grave you might have had it made
Never an unbroken chain, but because
sometimes it's only when you're broken and deranged
little and helpless, hoping there is someone else to blame
You beg for forgiveness
from yourself with no pause
with your life in flames