Poems in the Sun

“Mystics of the Dawn”

Chickadees twitter and chirp,

As the hills sing out en masse,

While the bright Sun,

Rises in the sky,

Bare feet on the frosty grass --

Each breath is crisp and clear,

So vibrantly colorful and alive,

Like a temple’s rosy stained glass!

Panoramas of mind,

This Co-creating play,

For out here in nature,

These mystical beings have much to say.

With a silence that reverberates,

Just longer than forever,

The living libraries of being,

Conveyed across creation -- so clever!

For everyone has a hand,

On this giant novelty extruding lever.

Our greatest Zen teachers,

In the heavens they abound,

And through the fractal trees,

Their deepest teachings echo and resound.

This day is for dancing,

New characters are prancing,

And with magickal powers a glow,

The dawn’s fresh light illuminates,

And here in this day,

The living Gods awaken --

Aho!

“Gallop through the Dream”

Waving the wings of heaven,

Arms open wide,

Awareness opened at every turn,

Simply hold up the dead karma,

Now slash, slay and burn.

Graceful ease knows the way,

So rest your tongue on the roof,

Let go of acting aloof,

Come join in the plot and meaty fray,

Let’s dance on the roof,

There is much to say!

Write poems with your feet,

All fingers and toes,

Center in the Heart,

Where the eternal spirit knows,

The cave within is dark,

A plenum of Allness.

A swirling glowy plasma,

Ten thousand worlds of being,

Sparking with clear seeing,

For this ever present Light,

Is the eternal essence,

The One, the Christened being.

Twist your mind around the spaces of kinetic time,

And grab the infinite vacuum’s weighty mass,

While you sip on a  thick, heavenly sweet coconut and lime,

Ponder your role in the galactic cast,

For there’s plenty at this feast,

With energy cakes and vortex treats,

Creation is easy --

Just arrive in the now with your true spirit garb,

Unfurl your magick,

And look steazy!

Now swimming through the ocean of bliss,

And riding a velvet carpet of remembered dreams,

We present the ancient scroll,

And with a slow, melodiously deep droll,

The guardians smile,

And in this moment they exclaim,

“Now return to here,

And join us in this picture frame!

It’s a  magickal game,

Where love, will, being and seeing,

Are all exactly same!”

With gems of crystal beauty now unveiled,

They turn the golden key,

And behind this vault, a sea...

Saltily ancient,

Mysteriously tranquil  and cold,

Like the pages of a holy book,

Take a look!

Now Behold!

Open the crystal vaults and see,

Your own true self,

Galloping through the clouds,

On the enchanted stead of destiny,

With flowing fractal tendrils in your wake,

The trees bend,

The deepest caverns quake.

Speeding up and soaring ever higher,

On solar beams of harmonic sound,

The Ouroboros comes around,

And Hero’s return to town

While in the frozen peaks,

Patterns of love reverberate,

Amplify,

And resound.

Forever, One.

Radiant as the Sun.

Now, feel this sacred ground.

This glistening wet mystery profound.

We arrive where we began,

The Hero comes back around,

And stammers:

“Wake up and live!

Or I’ll dig you a permanent home,

In this fresh burial mound!”

Either way we must die,

Tranceform and grow.

Cultivate your destiny...

You reap the harvest from the seeds you sow.

See your castle in the sky.

And taste the holy patterns on Sun’s golden rays,

Bursting with fractal flavors,

As pulsing geometries of hyperspace, dance across the tongue,

Sense the subtle textures,

Triple them all again,

Then sip the sweet ambrosia,

And times everything by ten.

Sinking into Self,

Be the one you know,

Arise and touch the earth,

Where being in this Now,

Is your ever present Birth.

“Rise and Shine”

Beatle Zip a Shrew,

Rap, dazzle the whole crew,

Tingling up your spine,

Ecstatic bliss,

So deliciously vibrant and fine.

Now step into my being,

Make yourself at home,

Picture you’re out on the playa,

On the stage,

In a 60 foot high crystal dome.

Twirl and spin,

Like a vortex in mid-air,

Cut reality with a knife,

See the fabric tear!

This power is yours,

And like your teachers never said,

Go wield it with flamboyant flair.

Well now,

Since we’re all more here,

Every infinite one,

Each shining golden Sun,

Let’s dream up a rhythm,

And co-create a trance.

Let’s don some outrageous costumes,

Let’s shed our bullshit stories and dance!

And from a place before when,

The harmonic crystal bowls ring true,

With deepening moments of timeless Zen,

Simply double this peaceful feeling,

Then multiply the everlasting bliss times ten.

Once the flutes are prancing,

And the theatre is in slow motion dancing,

You let out an enormous sigh.

And as you reach for a giant yawn,

So hard do you try,

That the whole world is swallowed and gone,

But the tale is still weaving...

So this end was a lie!

But truly in each moment,

We are reborn and also die.

Existence is a paradoxical koan,

Like an upside down pumpnkin pie.

Now with thunderbolts raining hail,

Electric currents at our backs,

We glide into the fray,

And pray...

For the humble God within,

Awakens a new character,

Each and every moment of this blazing new day.