It's alright to say no,
as no is
an option
in reality
just as yes

find a flow
some rhythm
of intuition
listen to your guide
she'll lead you
home

grasp this flow
of speaking no
see where it leads,
perhaps somewhere
different
than
yes

sacred magic
of starlike
electricity
courses through
neurons
into infinite
awakening

magic, this sacred magic
gives life meaning
a combustion
and the ignition
of some holy
engine

find this truth
if you're far,
remember this calling
my dear friend

He said to climb,
intensify your frequency
and dial it in
to absolute clarity

tune your frequency,
find those sweet notes
and make sure your words are right
with all those you reach

The universe speaks,
unveiling cosmic mystery
through the
subtlest
messages

You are on your path,
so listen to
the hummingbird
he'll tell a story

Fell through a
thousand suns
into an abyss
of grinding
darkness

suppressed and forced
to stand up,
or die

what is this place?
a genesis,
a sprouting
up of
creation

claiming my own power,
my own will,
my own essence
of humming
core
energy

rooted in freedom,
the soul is,
as delicate as a dove
and cannot be
contended with

listen to her,
listen to her,
listen to her

Open your heart,
no matter the consequence

The knowledge,
it points to a destination,
what is it that
I am trying to uncover

a common thread,
some hidden meaning
some piece of
truly sacred
knowledge

a blind hope,
and heroic
determination
that is,
unto death
for this
secret
hidden
truth

a pure vibration,
some holy utterance
of deeper truth

for meaning,
for weight,
for actuality
a duality
between
vibration
and
matter

It's there, right here
said the angel

Upon the outer rims
of human communication
away from the mundane,
the easily accessible

minds that feel and think,
souls that reveal

adventurers of spirit,
they who venture far
with absolute vulnerability
and exposure

It's in bliss,
in deeper meaning
a lonely place
far out in the ocean

though like Columbus,
the poet brings it back

the farther she goes,
the more obscure
the meaning

there's no material reward
in this seeking
so why must they go?

revealing a thing,
beyond human communication
a deeper calling
and higher honor,
not honor amongst men
but of creation

accessing places,
and sharing them with others
through our only medium
that is poetry

Whether God be emptiness,
a blind and empty void

Or God be himself,

You can acknowledge
that there exists

a creative force

Poetry,
I say Poetry,
It's my life story

Nothing contrived or made up
it's in the graceful
and everlasting
passage of time

present complexes
of a thousand suns
we gazed across the ocean
and met with intensity

find purpose in meaning
and truth in eternity

found my way, oh
this sacred path
of dripping words

for you, I write
and for all

Fell into a dream,
spinning in clouded
tunnels
into a realm
of questions

What is the purpose
of all that we see?

She said it's in duality,
in extremes,
the borders of
all that is known

the answer is both
good and evil,
hot and cold,
everything and nothing
at the same time

how could it be?

we took a step into the unknown,
existence itself
is evidence of a miracle

find your way, in time,
your temporary journey
will become permanent
and your limited span
will become unlimited

your uncertainty will be certain
and history will become present

Find rythm,
a delicate balance
of exposure and
hiding

sacred utterances
of the heart's magnificent
whispers

listen to it,
for she is sure
of her paths

energy screams
and awakens
a sudden
remembering
of what
your  mission
is

Channel this,
focus it
and obliterate
the devil

rise into life,
the living water
you didn't know
you missed

Remain balanced,
secure as a redwood
in an ocean
of movement

inhale his warmth
and energy,
the sun
your sacred guide
into the infinite

adamant, persistent,

to become whole
is the mission

You can't be so paranoid
as to check every action
with scripture
live in trust,
and grow in hope

Become who it is,
you know you are
and reject any
opposition

grow as a tree
into whichever one
it may be

A logical takedown
presented and countered
a mystical gest
and strategic retreat

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Donned the artillery,
and organized forces
armed as Khan
with the world's finest

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Targeted his pawns,
the weaker ones
and sniped them
though they grew stronger

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Disintegrated logic
evaporated power
and fury
replaced by humbleness

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

A breath of defeat,
and a simple recognition
of who it is I'd been wrestling

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

For in 30,
is not seeking,
rather the time
to put into play
all that was
collected

time drips by
effectively,
though in each stage
a new offering

a new time to become,
a new stage of growth
a new character

step into bliss,
in eternal wander
found here this
new reality
of endearing
opposites

Time is a construct,
and eternity is always present

A ghost became a sheet
empty in soul
carried away
by the calm breeze  

Corrupted by righteousness
dying to life
and living for transition

God in your pocket,
a small egg when paid attention
a great boulder when ignored

Permission to stand with the greats
evaporated with heat
a garden desert
with blossoms once filled
now made empty
as it was

The higher the heaven,
the deeper the hell

tuning in,
to those who listen

The grandest illusion,
is afoot

a mind ripped free,
from tentacles
of parasitic
creation

a maddening journey
awaits they
who dare

In wartime,
our music emerges

tsunami of thought
and consciousness  

our music sings
to the innocent rebellion

volcanic memories
of skin tanned sands
and gentle people
savvy
of community

I find you fascinating
an americanized
culture
who's idol
rejects them

Again again,
a younger feeling
thought to have outgrown

Again again,
the same beginning
I once had

Lost as ever,
with only lesser hope

finely tuned
frequencies
of vibrating
harmony

darkly tangles
of twisting emerald death  
into darkness and beyond
this endless maze

we found in fear,
there was no one to hold
our ability for connection
has faded away

I remember,
yes, I remember

I have survived
this babylon

of rasta colors
and a lonestar
stance
samurai mentality
and chaotic
thought
a seeker of wisdom
from trees and Christ
the practitioner of war
and meditation

We’re trained at
manifesting realities
and that can be
dangerous

learn to find the bright side,
and think of that

live it,
to the best of your imagination

Salvation is not in the world,
no conditions could
make it right

A magician can only go as far
as their imagination

Cast ingredients of
silent awakening
into a seed
of conscious energy

emerge from ocean depths
of deep blue
churning energy
into redwood stature

unite with light and the frequency  
that shatters,
disintegrates
any opposition

flow freely though life
cancel your subscription
to collective thoughts,
free yourself
from poisonous energy
and seek life

I am an outsider
who foresaw the day

the poetry changed

my spirit was sensed
in presence and stillness
a calmed version
of static reality

drifting deeper
into one vibration
a tone that carries us
away

I like it
when the world is
calm

stable,
as nature is

with direction and purpose
no confusion
in the air

Don't let other people's
ideas
pollute your,
experience

Armageddon,
friend
why it's
here

fall

as

a

teardrop

into the essence
of rising
freedom

orange morning light
and snow-flake ash

the taste of burnt manzanita    

fire to the north,
fire to the south
a valley enclosed
in uncertainty

apocalyptic sun
blotted out by
smoke,
a color just as beautiful
as it is eery

The light burns,
though it’s something
we all must face

There's no place on earth,
more peaceful than
the redwoods

You have seen chaos,
fire,
and have persevered

with lessons etched in time,
your cascading wisdom
nourishes the land

strength in community
and bliss in
stillness

ancient things,
of marvelous
manner
I am forever grateful
for your calling

Hurt is a reminder
that love is
required

Respect for the depths,
those who dwell
in her midst

sharing the news of
suffering
in musical ways

sweet reminders
that you feel the same pain
as I

If you want to feel better,
you can't hide things.

Stay true to your roots,
they are your foundation

Always remember,
fear is the enemy
reality is as
wholesome
as you perceive it

with true intention,
go forth

don't let them scare you,
remain free

scientific morphology
cannot contend
with -unnameable-

Guilt calcifies
your
Pineal Gland

Innocence
burns as fire
which my fuzzy mind
must protect

lucidity in error
as time commences
forth

memory and guilt
with each ****
I've felt
shaking to my core
with violent
syllables

To reflect on error
prevents growth,
and a direction
away from growth
is a straight shot
towards
death

enlighten me,
oh spirit
with your clarity
and white fire

snow globe equations
of delicate texture,
smoky white
epiphanies
give pressure
to this delicate
barrier  

shattered into dust
an entity released
upon nature's
stage

born from nothing,
something has become

free myself,
poetry is free
one thing in life
without boundaries

visions of birds
in colors
of elementary
parachute
spectrum

time and all its
perceived
variables
evaporate
into man-made
memory

a resurrection  
and revival
of nature's
ancient
beauty

delicate reminders
that feel as if
our world
had ended,

delicate,
is nature's
resurgence
and violent
the death
of an ego

cross playing melodies  
of midnight flare
and moonlight peace
visions of infinity
exist in a millisecond

a yin and yang
two extremes
of the same pole

flip the rotate
and peer through
eternity

A glimpse of
absolute un-tarnished
presence
I fell spiraling
in a dream

blue eyes of certainty
and truth
it was I
that sent me
into oblivion

She took me too close
to mother nature's
flowery face
a place
of constant
birth
and
death

.

.

reflections of self,
nature is I
and I nature
at my humblest
roots

trickling soliloquy's
of a thousand suns
melting forth from the
great abyss
of distant
oblivion

I carry deep sorrow,
for the red words I said

what hurts you dear,
eats me away inside

I've set in motion
Earth's digestion
of all that is
beautiful

.

.

.

.

my grace, my dove
my eternally burning ember

Greetings,
from the Mayan land
of sunset lava and teal water