Where is the man who understands my art? My exposed heart?
That man who dares to live vulnerably?
Where is the man who looks into my eyes
and sees the likeness of himself and the vast eternity within?
Where is he? My equal?
The one who will put aside conditional love?
Oh dearest specimen of Godliness and man in union,
you and I will be devoted only to that unconditional presence,
together we shall sail towards the same destination.
You've come across a diary of sorts. They are my thoughts and feelings given space. I come here to give of myself in full expression, and remain in a living prayer that I may always remember my relationship and Oneness to all of Life.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Daniel the Warrior - (from a collection of poems September 2007)
Oh great warrior,
look into the faces of the ancients
they breath fire into your wounds.
Oh gentle warrior,
encompassing the Infinite Spirit and Divine,
Sing your wisdom - SHOUT!
You are mightiness untamed,
mightiness without boundaries.
Which of us here can contain that
which belongs to all of us?
Stand as a monument,
Oh great pillar of existence.
Together we dance.
Gentle warrior,
oh loving warrior,
welcome home.
look into the faces of the ancients
they breath fire into your wounds.
Oh gentle warrior,
encompassing the Infinite Spirit and Divine,
Sing your wisdom - SHOUT!
You are mightiness untamed,
mightiness without boundaries.
Which of us here can contain that
which belongs to all of us?
Stand as a monument,
Oh great pillar of existence.
Together we dance.
Gentle warrior,
oh loving warrior,
welcome home.
Untitled - (from a collection of poems September 2007)
How do you manage to creep in?
Sly, underhanded, mistaken identity.
You appear without invitation,
cradled in your nest of unease.
I watched you as you entered within
you who is without.
Where do these words come from?
They are not mine-
borrowed from the poverty of humanity.
Sly, underhanded, mistaken identity.
You appear without invitation,
cradled in your nest of unease.
I watched you as you entered within
you who is without.
Where do these words come from?
They are not mine-
borrowed from the poverty of humanity.
Stepping In - (from a collection of poems September 2007)
stepping into the infinite
not up or down
direction-less
stillness
faces of the generations arise
protected and divine
the path better faced without resistance
journeying boy... unknowing is wise
smiling blissfully
all is felt
not contained
all retained and changed
not up or down
direction-less
stillness
faces of the generations arise
protected and divine
the path better faced without resistance
journeying boy... unknowing is wise
smiling blissfully
all is felt
not contained
all retained and changed