Stillness

In the quiet,

Scattered thoughts will run

Everywhere...

Until the breath brings one,

To stand still

For long enough to know

It has permission

To take root; to grow...

In tilled earth rich and dark. 

The scent...

Of silent rain 

As clouds consent

To nourish the sacred seed of muse;
A gift only the obtuse refuse

To provide with presence;

An attentive light.

May eyes bear witness

To such a sight.

The Door

The mind imagines the temple.

The breath lets others know.

The hand collects the earth, 

To create above, below.

To see the ancient pattern, 

Is to participate in its flow.

When Heaven and Earth align, 

Truth will make it so.

To behold the living structure,

Is to feel the Spirit soar.

There is more to you than flesh.

Humility opens the door.

A thought

A portal through the Veil.

A branch to climb the Tree.

With courage to test the limbs,

You ascend to set us free.

Consciousness swirls below, 

Unaware of its nebulous form.

The Winking Eye beckons you further

Up and Up

Through the membranes you go...

As you separate from norms of perception, 

Your fingertips expand to feel all.

The Tree is no longer a ladder.

Understanding is a mind in free fall.

Fear is but a passing recognition

Of the pain which reminds us we're caught

In this ineffable shape of divinity

Where gratitude is more than a thought.

Time Eater

Captured by the Abyss,

Eyes cannot help but stare

In-to its infinite nothing;

Watering seeds of despair.

Veiled by moving colours,

Insidiously pulling us under.

Behind the multi-hued ripples

Time Eater feasts... 

With insatiable hunger.

Hypnosis into Psychosis.

Delicious poison

In small doses.

Swing your feet

So what are your hopes and dreams?

Those things that make you float.

What are your peeves and fears?

What really gets your goat?

When you open your morning eyes, 

And decide to swing your feet, 

Do you notice the light reach in

To pull you off your seat?

Just beyond the corner, 

You never quite seem to turn, 

Hope will spring eternal.

The star with an infinite burn.

The Eye

Around a single point

The icy wind begins to bend.

An ever-tightening spiral

Of howling power

Swift to send

Every object

In its warring path

Somewhere further

From its cutting blast.

The divisive force

(It would appear)

Is doomed to miss

What's very near.

Right within 

Its savage flow, 

The eye looks out

To watch the show.

Her

A playful beauty resides

In the moments allowed to be,

When thought is drowned in rapids,

As river runs to sea.

Do words enrich her presence?

Or push her into shade?

Her voice at once a siren.

A toll is to be paid.

Sacrifice the present.

Let Ego fade to dust.

Melt into her river.

Feel its fecund thrust.

When it's over, you'll return, 

Floating in a sea.

'Of my creation or hers?'

Silly Ego, 

Let it be.