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Friday, September 20, 2013
TIDAL ACTIVITY
A full moon, waves crashing. Childlike I crave attention.
All a-flutter in the midsection and sitting with it, buddha-like.
An opening at the base of my spine like the Hudson River
forced back by the strength of the tide. Sea water rushing in.
Indian Summer warmth. Sweaty love from years past when
the moon didn't even register. Why was that again?
Dolphins confused by the current swim toward Canada.
I dive into the stream and release the dam from my mid-section.
Too much iced coffee and I'm babbling again. Chakra two, check.
Moving upwards toward my chest, the residual tingly sensation
from my previous journey upriver. A kiss is all I really crave.
Saliva and tastes of you and me co-mingled with moonshine.
Reflections on the still water. Two puddles that are your eyes.
Mine deep sockets of need and flesh and goo and cum seeping
from the aforementioned mid-section opening up the length of
my spine. Zap! Shooting straight through the top of my head!
Sparks flying to the moon and back sending ebbs and flows to
the tidal activity below. Dolphins circle in brackish water.
The current shifts and back to the sea we all flow. Nature doing
its thing just as it should. Rising to the surface, I open my eyes.
All a-flutter in the midsection and sitting with it, buddha-like.
An opening at the base of my spine like the Hudson River
forced back by the strength of the tide. Sea water rushing in.
Indian Summer warmth. Sweaty love from years past when
the moon didn't even register. Why was that again?
Dolphins confused by the current swim toward Canada.
I dive into the stream and release the dam from my mid-section.
Too much iced coffee and I'm babbling again. Chakra two, check.
Moving upwards toward my chest, the residual tingly sensation
from my previous journey upriver. A kiss is all I really crave.
Saliva and tastes of you and me co-mingled with moonshine.
Reflections on the still water. Two puddles that are your eyes.
Mine deep sockets of need and flesh and goo and cum seeping
from the aforementioned mid-section opening up the length of
my spine. Zap! Shooting straight through the top of my head!
Sparks flying to the moon and back sending ebbs and flows to
the tidal activity below. Dolphins circle in brackish water.
The current shifts and back to the sea we all flow. Nature doing
its thing just as it should. Rising to the surface, I open my eyes.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
DREAMS OF THE MOTHER
The other night I dreamt that was living with a much older woman.
She left me, cleared out the apartment. I stayed behind with nothing.
I Awakened to the knowledge that I am nurturing myself.
The Mother energy, the feminine, lives inside me.
I crave it, yet I now know it's right here.
I am released from the suffering of a needy child.
I am now my own mother.
My samsara is strong around this.
She left me, cleared out the apartment. I stayed behind with nothing.
I Awakened to the knowledge that I am nurturing myself.
The Mother energy, the feminine, lives inside me.
I crave it, yet I now know it's right here.
I am released from the suffering of a needy child.
I am now my own mother.
My samsara is strong around this.
SURRENDER
I heard a man say you experience surrender when you no longer need to ask the question, how?
He maintains there is nothing more or less than what is happening now.
Sadness comes. Thoughts enter and trigger the pain. Joy comes. Experience triggers emotion.
Presence is always available. Accessing it seems to be a choice. Sliding away with thoughts feels like no choice.
Confusion, doubt and reorientation, the self awakens again, bringing peace.
The inner and outer experiences shake hands.
I have made friends with the shadow, merging the dark with the light.
I seem to be able to identify the ego, that trickster who loves to trigger suffering.
The rest is what I am on the A train at 8:49 in the morning.
Now it's 8:50, clock time.
The man also insists time is an illusion on the inner. On the outer I'm heading to work.
It seems I don't need to accomplish anything more as each moment is an ending and beginning.
Motivation ceases and life takes its place. That is, until the ego re-emerges and the pattern circles back around.
Fatherhood, creativity, partnership, friendships, cooking cleaning paying bills. This is my relationship with life.
There is a small ache in the bottom of my spine as I stand here on the train. It's okay.
I feel my thighs tingle a little with the weight of my upper body. It's okay.
My head is lighter than usual as I am spared from thought for at least this moment.
My face is relaxed. The inner body calm.
I taste the coffee from earlier. I notice my saliva is sticky and then my throat begins to tighten up.
A thought is rolling in...
My chest tightens a bit.
42nd Street. Changing trains. The distraction brings me back around again.
In each circle there is surrender.
The fact that it's a circle and not a line is a most interesting revelation.
He maintains there is nothing more or less than what is happening now.
Sadness comes. Thoughts enter and trigger the pain. Joy comes. Experience triggers emotion.
Presence is always available. Accessing it seems to be a choice. Sliding away with thoughts feels like no choice.
Confusion, doubt and reorientation, the self awakens again, bringing peace.
The inner and outer experiences shake hands.
I have made friends with the shadow, merging the dark with the light.
I seem to be able to identify the ego, that trickster who loves to trigger suffering.
The rest is what I am on the A train at 8:49 in the morning.
Now it's 8:50, clock time.
The man also insists time is an illusion on the inner. On the outer I'm heading to work.
It seems I don't need to accomplish anything more as each moment is an ending and beginning.
Motivation ceases and life takes its place. That is, until the ego re-emerges and the pattern circles back around.
Fatherhood, creativity, partnership, friendships, cooking cleaning paying bills. This is my relationship with life.
There is a small ache in the bottom of my spine as I stand here on the train. It's okay.
I feel my thighs tingle a little with the weight of my upper body. It's okay.
My head is lighter than usual as I am spared from thought for at least this moment.
My face is relaxed. The inner body calm.
I taste the coffee from earlier. I notice my saliva is sticky and then my throat begins to tighten up.
A thought is rolling in...
My chest tightens a bit.
42nd Street. Changing trains. The distraction brings me back around again.
In each circle there is surrender.
The fact that it's a circle and not a line is a most interesting revelation.
THE GUEST
you're lucky you don't live inside the quicksand that is my soul
i'm constantly fighting to release myself from the muckity muck
a whiny sniveling man-child, a sad lonely oversensitive lad who wails
and wails and wails and wails, tempest tossed and fragmented
at one moment strong, creative, full of love and piss and vinegar
ready to be, ready to live, ready to solve the problems of the world
then down into the abyss i fall again, no hope, no answers, no joy
re-surfacing i see the shining faces of love, remnants of what once was
desire, expectation, wanting, longing, needing, holding, loving
passionate fire, healing elixirs, airborne connective tissue, earthbound
i crawl and crawl onward, moving backward and then toward me
toward you. contrary confusing echoing laughter lights the way
where am i? where are you? what happened to all those i once loved?
the child appears by my side smiling, bearing the gift of sight
i see more clearly now but then the shadow appears and fear takes hold
it leads me further on, further on toward the unknown. i resist.
let me go! lead on! give me strength! the day turns to night
the sky opens up in a deluge soaking me to the bone, my shoes
float away. barefoot and cold i seek refuge in the dark forest.
in the distance there is a house, windows illuminated with a warm glow
i stand at the doorway with great expectation and with courage, i knock...
i'm constantly fighting to release myself from the muckity muck
a whiny sniveling man-child, a sad lonely oversensitive lad who wails
and wails and wails and wails, tempest tossed and fragmented
at one moment strong, creative, full of love and piss and vinegar
ready to be, ready to live, ready to solve the problems of the world
then down into the abyss i fall again, no hope, no answers, no joy
re-surfacing i see the shining faces of love, remnants of what once was
desire, expectation, wanting, longing, needing, holding, loving
passionate fire, healing elixirs, airborne connective tissue, earthbound
i crawl and crawl onward, moving backward and then toward me
toward you. contrary confusing echoing laughter lights the way
where am i? where are you? what happened to all those i once loved?
the child appears by my side smiling, bearing the gift of sight
i see more clearly now but then the shadow appears and fear takes hold
it leads me further on, further on toward the unknown. i resist.
let me go! lead on! give me strength! the day turns to night
the sky opens up in a deluge soaking me to the bone, my shoes
float away. barefoot and cold i seek refuge in the dark forest.
in the distance there is a house, windows illuminated with a warm glow
i stand at the doorway with great expectation and with courage, i knock...
DEATH'S PRESENCE IS LIKE THE NIGHT
Deaths presence is like the night,
Swallowing all our pain.
Sometimes disaster strikes, it's true,
Yet we cannot help but feel delight
In the very rays of the sun.
Each day brings new fragrances of cherry blossoms.
Crops come and go with the seasons.
Constellations appear and reappear with each revolution.
Seeds replenish the earth.
Among the ruins, the devastation, something grows.
Something we can all see.
Something we can all feel.
And this something gives us reason to carry on.
To carry on.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Wider maybe.
We will cultivate love, kindness rules the day.
We will dance, sing and embrace,
Choose words wisely, show reverence,
Nurture with a quiet presence.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Maybe even wider.
Swallowing all our pain.
Sometimes disaster strikes, it's true,
Yet we cannot help but feel delight
In the very rays of the sun.
Each day brings new fragrances of cherry blossoms.
Crops come and go with the seasons.
Constellations appear and reappear with each revolution.
Seeds replenish the earth.
Among the ruins, the devastation, something grows.
Something we can all see.
Something we can all feel.
And this something gives us reason to carry on.
To carry on.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Wider maybe.
We will cultivate love, kindness rules the day.
We will dance, sing and embrace,
Choose words wisely, show reverence,
Nurture with a quiet presence.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes again.
Maybe even wider.
ALL I WANT
In the space between us,
All I want is your love
All I want is your gaze upon me
All I want is to taste your lips
All I want is to know your joy
To feel the vibrations of ecstasy,
The goddess twirling with desire
In the space between us.
With endless possibilities of wanting
I am on the road, a ragged pilgrim
Lost in the wilderness
Each moment begins and ends
The wheel of life turns, slowly
All I want is time to cease
Past present and future
In the space between us.
All I want is your love
All I want is your gaze upon me
All I want is to taste your lips
All I want is to know your joy
To feel the vibrations of ecstasy,
The goddess twirling with desire
In the space between us.
With endless possibilities of wanting
I am on the road, a ragged pilgrim
Lost in the wilderness
Each moment begins and ends
The wheel of life turns, slowly
All I want is time to cease
Past present and future
In the space between us.
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