MY POETRY
Shakti
It almost opens. How do I get it to
open, and stay open? Where is it?
Behind the third eye? Behind the
sense of conscious perception?
What is it? Light? Revelation?
Some ancient knowing? Am I
worthy? Who is? Where is it now
- as I muse? I want to say it
drifts away. But it doesn’t. It’s here.
How can I release it? How can I
release myself from this mental
prison – so I can dissolve into it?
What are all these images, sounds
- distractions? These emotions?
I place out psychic hands towards
the wish. I touch the belly of the
fantasy. And, behind the dream, I
see it run away. Why can I not
have it, hold it, be it? There is an
old man, somewhere, rocking on
a porch, remembering to turn the
page. I won’t accept that script, won’t
turn the page and move into some
other, written story. I want to open
gates, here and now, get inside
and finalize the play. I deserve
to have my birthright in my hands .
Did I sell it? Have I lost it to the air?
I want the veil removed. Blue eyes
are like pools I could drown in. But
I am done with pretty things.There’s some-
thing else; I feel the spark, voice
inside my chest, the power of ideas -
hands that heal, a heart that
wraps the sun around the earth and
squeezes out each moment – now:
fiery ember burning through the tissue
of the worlds. When? Listen. It is
strained, a voice, rising from
a place of cosmic mantra:
I am here, your prana Light, I can
heal you of these idols – fantasies that
foul your river, keep you drifting off,
from our home, from our holy people.
I am deep remembrance, perfect poise;
I have risen out of darkest fears,
secret wants. I can make you unafraid.
I am he or she who lives within. Sun-
Star, lightning, god-man-woman, and
Eternal Child. I can photosynthesize your
cells, rearrange the molecules, burst into
a flash, make you true, and finished
- who you really are; not that strange
interpretation, that gathering of myths.
This is what it is the soul is asking:
Truth as Beauty. Give me any name.
I have always been your purest thought.
Time is not a thing to trust. Separation
is a lie. Now is fire and full of Great Surprise.
You are done with dreaming. You will never
sleep that mindless sleep again. We have
come to earth from cloud and nebulae,
super-violet ray. Read the mark we make
upon the brows of chosen ones. They will be
your guides. Open now, the inner eyes,
listen with a subtle ear. Words no longer
say the things we have to teach you.
Five Rays of Light
1)
under the idea of soul
is an idea of self, an
idea of Light, an idea of
God. under the idea of God,
an idea of space, open and
pure. inside the feeling of
Life, an idea of Truth, an
idea of Love. under the silent
and still, there are no ideas,
thoughts fall away, the
searcher finds peace.
2)
I AM
I AM Light
I am not light
I am thought
I am not thought
I am silence
I am not silent
I am this
I am only this,
more than this,
all of this:
3)
Joy
flies,
rises,
prods,
cajoles,
insists…
Joy,
the child,
refuses
to rest,
refuses
to wait.
4)
Where is the spark now?
The mind races, the heart
is discouraged, the body aches.
Where is the sun on days
when nothing works and we are
only so much shadow passing on
a sidewalk? Thought follows
footsteps, blood follows pulse,
breath follows hope. The spark
is here, waiting its turn.
5)
to attract and fill
the inside of us,
we stop. stop.
… stop…. then,
open. take.
Personal Paradise
Here is the visualization: Let me tell you first, it is like a dance, a thing of play. I am walking down a street and “feel” the walk of others, sense the vibrancy of energy and am drawn to meet them at some inward place. I go searching for their light – see it in a smile, a sidelong glance, an optimistic motion as a person rushes towards a friend. Perhaps the light is from desire – a need to “get some place”. Maybe I’ll encounter someone that I know and I’ll connect with them. The plan I have in mind is to remind myself to be engaged, to look for light and feed it with my own – maybe through the eyes, or with a friendly word or two. The biggest challenge that I meet in all of this is how to see a way to carry it into my place of work, or home, or in the church – anywhere where people look to me to wear a certain face and don’t expect to see me as a being made of energy. There, I have to cloak my game in subtle form, probe discreetly for an opening – test my skills at building trust with words. I feel as if I’m in a hunt, looking for the proof of what is real: lightness in the way we walk and talk. It is coursing through my consciousness, elevating all my thought. All I want to do is interact with brilliance. Today, I breathe in air and watch it flood into my abdomen and lungs. I fill my body with a vision of angelic wonderment. Then….
I picture I am rising high into the air, where I collide and enter wave on wave, level after level of a pure illumination – going straight into the sun itself. I direct my astral flight to head into its core. As I do, I set aside my weightiness of body; flesh disintegrates – is replaced with sparkling atoms of a giddy blaze. I am growing lighter, brighter – feel completely free. Still, I travel farther, farther, and expand until I feel united with the perfect whiteness of this star. Ears have disappeared – yet, I hear the ringing pitch of joyous chords of my elation. As I enter deeper into light, direction loses meaning; everywhere I look, everything I am is omnipresent beauty.
Still, it grows and grows. How this is is far beyond my understanding. Wider, whiter, wilder, swimming like an infant’s fretless giggle. Now, I am illumined. Now I am at oneness with this solar torch.
I know that I have traveled far and there is farther yet to go; but an impulse calls me back. In the twinkling of a moment, in the pause between my laughter and an anxious snatch of breath, I return to where I’m seated on my sofa, spread my arms and feel the titillation of a body filled with light. As I finger strands of air, it’s like plucking on a golden mandolin. And I rise, to walk again, to enter in the game, give my light away and search for light in others – ask them if they’ve ever danced inside the sun.
Note
At the morning watch I begin
to turn from thoughts of self to
thoughts of others. I seek the
many facets of humanity to enjoy
how smiles can be so versatile
and wear so many different forms.
I withdraw, to watch, study every
soul – how the center of each one
tries to hide behind a mask, protect
itself from harm. See, a tinge of
darkness covers everything with
moodiness. Yet, the light is at its
heart. We are rising from the ashes
of our yesterdays. We are throwing
off the wordly ways and and going in.
Here, I meet my brothers/sisters,
tell them it’s alright. For the sake
of my integrity – what that means
to me, you can trust me with
your brilliance.
Note 2
When I ask you a question
I really want to know what
the answer means to you. I
want to feel what it is that
you feel, share in your sense
of wonder. How wide your
eyes grow as they open to
perceive the light of a fresh
revelation. See, it shines
through you! I observe. My
existence is a mirror for
your self knowledge. How
marvelous this is! How
Super Natural – yet, real
as the here and now. Angels
and beautiful mortals revolve
around your personal beacon
whenever you shine like this
and expose your inner Joy.
Note 3
Today, I look at people, linger, make full
contact, delight in their light. I am focused
on them, forget my own concerns, lay aside all
worries. I will speak honestly to them – encourage,
acknowledge, validate. Today, I go to search deeply,
diligently for the powerful beacon inside myself. Yes,
myself – so that I may use it to find mirror images
of flame and draw them out. I will speak words that
inspire because I know that this language that I use
exists so that I may connect with them. My purpose
here is bound up with the light inside others. I value each,
go out and dance to the individual music of their souls.
It is a game, a mode of play, a light hearted intercourse.
We breathe in lightness of being, breathe out lightness
of good will. Today, I greet each one who comes to me
as a spark, a messenger of illumination. I trade my glow
with their beaming smiles, appreciate the many stars
in this galaxy of human enjoyment.
I AM THIS
I am a story, a storyteller, a reader, a listener,
a diver beneath the surface, an explorer, a
creator, a bridge, a helper, a pillar.
I ask. And listen. And wait. And hear. And trust.
And see. And find. And show. And soothe. And
congratulate. And push. And attract. And do:
Certainty. Authority. Clarity. Power. Joy. Beauty.
Calm. Sunlight. Storm. River. Sea Turtle. Breeze.
Forest. Birdwing. Deep, deepening green Ocean.
Wide, endless Blue Sky, black, intuitive night.
And you?……
THE LANGUAGE OF LIGHT:
Flittering, small white butterfly, child’s smile – with sparkling eyes. The spark acknowledged. Breath, conscious of sunshine. Hands, fingering veils, lifting, spreading. Dance of weightless steps. Knowing, opening, following. Yes to silent purity. Yes to beautiful innocence and power. A flow of radiance. A sea of floating nothingness – welcoming home. The widening sky. The inbetween of cells, molecules, atoms, ether. The whisper of white. The singing sheet of elated consciousness, freedom, love. Brilliance beyond thrill. Forgiveness – total atonement. Total wakefulness. Fullness and emptiness in balance. Nature honored. Wind without pain. Joy unbounded. Communion.
LIGHTSPEAK:
My Light to your Light. Our Light, the Higher Light. Reading the “feel” of Light’s revelation. Searching for the center, the burning Wonder. Encouraging belief. Acknowledging Self. Listening to Soul – its soft, pure desire. Touching essence. Rising beyond emotion. Communicating trust. Hearing the child in the words. Reminding the listener of Faerie. Intuiting the real. Finding what’s right – always deepening, always elevating. Soul to Soul. Not believing in defeat. Believing in the Destiny of Wonder. Insisting on Wonder. Breathing a soft breeze of certainty that chases away shadow. Knowing, by word and ritual, patterns of newness in the field of perception. Asking Light to surface. Holding up a mirror. Being the mirror to everyone’s Light. Showing the Soul its steady beacon. Illuminating the path. Comforting, by word and aura, the weary traveler. Saying Light. Telling the hearer who he/she really is. Telling this in the context of Light. Stimulating, by image and witness, the light heart. Witholding judgment. Forgiving. Seeing what can be, what really is, beneath the surface, and proclaiming that. Suggesting building blocks. Finding fuel for the fire. Being a friend. Calling on angels for protection. Asking for something “more” – the Light not yet spoken. Speaking of the Light-flow. Demonstrating patience. Validating revelations. Being Light as we gather. Being Light as we listen. Radiating Light in conversation. Letting go of all limits so that Light can guide and determine direction. Just “letting go” and trusting the Wisdom of Light. Understanding illumination. Being obedient to the Bright Message within. Seeing and responding to the similar Message in others. Laughing at the center of everything, bubbling over and sharing the Sun.