To Know Night From Day

When I grieve with you
it is only half truth
because I am living proof
in the transformative nature
of sadness, sorrow, struggle, pain.
Please don't think me aloof
for I know the untested contented
will never awaken to being saved.
Never be shown mercy for the wretched
with a white flag surrender
I am certainly no contender
to question perfection of
spontaneous grace and the
beauty of getting through this.
Me, an old tin cup, dented.
Demented, unable to see or speak.
Barely able to show my
          unrecognizable face
My eyes have been replaced
So, I have faith in your transformation
Sometimes the fall cannot
                          come soon enough
You will see when you call out
instead of calling perfection's bluff.
To known pain is to know
                             night from day.
There is no time to waste
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off.
Now. Make haste.

Singularity

Consumed by this craving to express
from the fountainhead where this pleasure pours, you give me so much
From your word, from the ark
                                 of your wisdom
Calm and kind with the light
of all creation is your voice, your face
Melting from my ecstasy,
your hands caress me with
                    such sweetness
then with a sudden surge
as if born from the singularity
from the depths of your love I feel
the shock waves rolling from your body
over mine and we are timeless.
Our every moment, our every urgent
                                     touch and taste
only seems to increase our
capacity for tending the garden
of our salubrious dreaming
while being wide awake.
Back to life, you are the one.
You have tended a blossom
I had thought could not be resurrected
You gave me drink to quench
my thirst for beauty, for gnosis,
for fulgent cosmic love
             as if we were the last
                             people in existence.

Mistress Of The Beat

Mistress of the beat
She dances in fire and forgets the ashes
All blown away except what's reserved to make war paint for her dignified warrior within
She haunts my heart as she reminds me that she is looking for her lover.
Her beauty burns my mind in flashes.
It makes me sad to see the
embers now so thin
I will beseech the powers that be
Tell them it's soon time
to send her one and only other
To set the cosmos right again
and send her flame of the heart alight
Never again to be dimmed

All Is One Is Ohm Is Free

They like to ask what freedom means
Who are they asking?
Most of the time
It's the blind leading the blind
Dead men, dumb
don't believe, don't speak
the language
Burying each other alive
Never having tasted that kiss of light
that lift of flight
seeing through God's sight
Too hold life as sacred
trembling in epiphany
When seeking becomes unnecessary
and nothing left of fear
having already made it
passed many a darkest night
Satisfied no matter what comes my way
when that light breaks the day
To be free
To find yourself in good company
in unison, announcing a mighty decree
"Free at last!" is what we say
To pay the price we earnestly pray
"Free at last!"
steadfastly we fight
All Is One Is Ohm Is Free
and damned be anything to the contrary.