3 A.M.

moon

I hear heartbeats pounding on the bed,

against the floor,

through a thousand pillows separating

the cold from body warmth.

I hear you dreaming,

completing yet another concrete brick

somewhere in that analytical brain full of puzzles.

I hear the wind shifting,

swirling erratically through leaves, chimes, and

the water hitting the shore against the land.

I hear my brain shifting through consciousness

trying to make sense of things

that at 3 AM I cannot fix.

I hear my cells duplicating, expanding,

moving though the ocean of water inside.

I hear love entering from afar,

snoring in another dimension,

wishing I was there to witness the entrance

to life without judgment before and after birth.

I hear the whispering of the walls,

ancestors from here and there,

the universe, and my guides

while I can’t make sense of the voices

I sit quietly anticipating an answer

to all those things that in waking hours

do not ask questions.

But, through the witching hours

the noises of the galaxies all join forces

in our room…

while all I can do is reach out to you

to find support, grounding, and love.

Arrangement of my BEing

I have become,

and will continue,

as a composition

of unfinished thoughts.

Each one luring me

into the unknown

and the ecstasy

in loving the Oneness

of all that is

and is not part

of the old me

I was programmed to believe.

I am plummeting

through the cracks,

edges, and loopholes

of a soul connecting

to the Greatness

without the distractions of paradigms

that cannot fit at this time.

How long is too long?

Why didn’t I see this

a thousand years ago

with all the questions

and answers that I’ve acquired?

But, this composition

is unfinished and delicate

and beautiful

because there is

no expectation of truth

as it lies there smiling

waiting to just BE.

Intergrate

Ask me anything
And I will tell you
All that you want
To hear.

But look into my eyes,
Touch my spirit with yours,
And I will sing
All that is me
From the heart.

That is all I am.
Don’t ask me.
Let me be your reflection
And love will
Turn one
Into two.

The Soul

What does the soul want?

It wants to be in silence
Walking awake
Through the unknown
Without restrictions.

It wants to feel,
Love, and live
Without intolerance
Masking all humanness
And turning it
To what we are not.

The heart wants
No judgment,
Criticism or discord
But the complete
Ecstasy of freedom.

Spirit wants you
To join me
And return to
All we are….

Divine.

Revival

Somewhere between

curves and the straight path

a rock stood

waiting for my arrival

to find seat and contemplate

on the journey left behind,

and the quest lying ahead.

And in this rest stop

restoration began

as it suddenly occurred to me

that the blaze of roar

coming from the earth

was the graceful evanescence of fear.

With each breath

my substance,

essence,

and my being

reconditioned to a universal consciousness

of truth and divinity.

I was half way home. I was almost there

where God had designed the pilgrimage

while cutting through the mountains

to the here and now

of this place I now

get to call home.

The Unraveling

lotus

This living and dying

in synchronicity,

symmetrically

disentangling itself

is the lotus flower

of existence.

Each petal awakens

and sleeps

the singularity of lessons.

There is love,

compassion,

anger,

fear,

faith:

an endless composition

in rhythmic succession.

Each breath and demise

pulls and releases

the foundation of Spirit.

This unfolding

takes and surrenders

simultaneously into our being

to deliberately force us to be…

just be one with

the Divine.

Mapping the Edge

You don’t need to do a thing.

Let the path be your guide

and wait

for a crossroad,

a stop sign,

a flashing light,

that can signal your destination.

Read the billboards,

the bumper stickers,

and the license plates

luring you to another place.

You have little choice

but to sit,

hang onto the wheel,

and let the pavement

design your travels.

Check the rearview mirror

as you leave the past

and accept what the world will offer

ahead towards the sunrise,

beyond the sunset,

into the twinkling stars of a night.

Press the gas,

set the cruise control,

and play that tune that brings

you back to the real you

as you allow the Divine

to map out the edges of your life.

Waiting on You

I am the waterfall

landing on the rocks

colliding,

swiftly navigating

down the river

waiting to find you

on the other side of the bridge.

 

I am the weeping willow

dancing to the wind,

picking my leaves,

clearing way to the branches

as they sweep the water’s edge

waiting for love to sit

underneath the shade

on the empty bench.

 

I am the narrow path

 

that directs the creek towards

the open air

gently cascading the entrance

waiting for you

to hold me again.

 

I am the I,

the Am,

the universe,

the Mystery of love,

colliding and connecting

with you….

 

Greatness of You

We are one small adjustment

from the capacity of greatness

 

and the openness to the original self.

Life becomes, not a point of entry,

but the revolving door to divinity.

Our life is a lost lover

who wants us for himself,

to cherish the greatness of freedom,

the wonder of a dream,

and the power of belief.

There is only the manifestation

of a vivid imagination,

as every desire is reachable

to take you through

the journey of abundance

into the nature of reality.

Come,

dive in,

fully extend with an open heart,

don’t be afraid to let go

into the greatness

that was created just for you.

The Unfolding

This living and dying

in synchronicity,

symmetrically

disentangling itself

is the lotus flower

of existence.

Each petal awakens

and sleeps

the singularity of lessons.

There is love,

compassion,

anger,

fear,

faith:

an endless composition

in rhythmic succession.

Each breath and demise

pulls and releases

the foundation of Spirit.

This unfolding

takes and surrenders

simultaneously into our being

to deliberately force us to be…

just be the Divine.