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.