TRANSMUTATION

As above,
So below.
From the womb of exploding stars
We commence
Into the rich, obsidian black Mother Earth
We reload- Joining our ancestors
Spiritual Alchemy
Turning the base metal of our souls
Into blinding pure gold
Prismatic light.

This human, human condition>
We are these fragile, frail biological beings
All the universe tends toward entropy
Yet,
We hope
We create
We elate
We want to be MOVED
Please, please MOVE me

In this era of polyurethane bliss
Digital dialectics
Technological tactics
Cold calculations
Fluoride stares, autopilot gazes

Please, please MOVE me
Please
These HUNGER GAMES
Are no entertainment
They are real
3.5 million babies die every year
Where is the food?
WHERE IS THE FOOD?

These hunger games are so, so real
As the Arab Proverb says,
"When you shoot the arrow of truth, dip it's point in honey."
"We are all just walking each other home." (Ram Dass)

THERE IS NO TUNNEL

In this field of light
We play INfinite
Fleshless and breathless
Beyond all veils
Of limitation.
Absorbed into the Sun
Shattered photons
Pure light.
Coronal flares
Massive
Dancing flames
Unextinguishable.
Finally purged
Of all SELF
Form, now formless
Bathed in SUNFIRE
Drenched in pure light
We cannot be cold here
Darkness has evaporated
And
There is no tunnel.
Only this
Thus remains;
I am absorbed,
I am formless,
I am the field,
I am pure light.
I AM.

THE DAWN IS COMING

Gently, She whispers
Inside the mists
Of wind sighs.
We often miss Her soft hiss
Ever-present
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
Solitude inside the
Patterned Divine,
Crystalline Dream
Mathematical precision
She breathes out in rose blooms,
And IN through tree roots.
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
She IS
ALL.
Covered in dirt
Blinded
She is the WE reaching
Eternally towards the Sun.
And each night
The moonlight
Is Her promise
Not to despair
The dawn is coming.
Listen...
Listen...
The dawn is coming.

In-Between

A poet is always falling in love
Or
Falling apart.
There is never an in-between.
Her mind continuously shatters into galaxies
Her heart is awash in oceanic sunfire.
There is never an in-between.