Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Rainbow Flight

Learning to fly
with rainbows
on a starry night

lemon or lime

Space bending
lifting like
wings soaring
into luminous
nebular clouds

Where is time
the earth
the self?

all left behind

with rainbows
into a starry night

Worlds of Time

Riding life’s brush
dragging time
cross landscapes unending

worlds of time
and none do we posses

We, you and I
and Shaping
mysterious 3

Existential transcendent being
eternal birth, never born
nor conceived

Becoming always and never
not being and being
neither one nor the other
lost eternally in the loneliness of God

Sky inseparable from blue
stars dazzling an infinite void
in a primordial sea
effortlessly swim
as the red giant sun
engulfs it all
eons beyond their birth

Past and future
forged together
shaping now
as this moment
shapes them all
while the shaper
wanders lost
within our soul

No here nor there
or earth or air
no post or pre
no you or me

Yet countless
subatomic beings
each named
dancing into and out
of existence
as I transcend it all

I known by no one
known only by piece
and slivers
parts and partials
divided divisions of separate crumbs
of inseparable One

All a mystery, all

Worlds of time
and none to do I posses

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

i thank You God for most this amazing day

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

~ ee cummings

Monday, June 1, 2009

More IS

The more what IS opens up to me, the less of me I find remains. I envy those who can be a father, lover, husband, friend or the man who does/is his job. I am finding I am none of these things (and yet all of them to everything). Through it all, only the questioner remains, who is forever asking who am I and what IS? The questioner who shatters all of reality as soon it is grasp, leaving not even dust to float silently in the emptiness.

The agonizing part is that no one seems to be OK with their not understanding, and feels I need to be fixed, changed or more often that they have been cruelly betrayed by me, by who I am. The crushing death I often feel inside these moments is so excruciating; it seems to overwhelm the joy of my rebirth.

But the stones smile tenderly as the music carries me amongst worlds beyond the stars…

All blossoming there is inside my soul.