AsIDream

Eternity’s Gate

And we will know in the layers

Of hidden beauty

Within the tangled atom swirls

The revealing traces

Of love’s footsteps

Hastening the heart to it’s forgotten chamber

Where the unyoked spirit

Echoes in all

Like the grassy waves

In the wind’s whispering wonder

Murmuring over fields

Of unseen paradise

With the breath of twined flowers

In softest hues

Swaying in soft-lying honeysuckle days

That would lengthen

Against the western sky

For the remembrance lost in lingering dreams

Inscribed in a universe of painted wings

That reach for the gift of eternity’s gate: the Light within us all

Wild Grasses

Like golden-honey in the rushes

Of her dusk-sky,

Her tenderness lay

As her fragrance empties the air

Of all else but her scent;

Her comely vessel

Naked in the moonlight,

Draped only

Of her long hair

Upon her slender shoulders;

Her dark eyes blushing

Beneath the garland

Of innocence;

That passion

Silken of heaven’s hue

With the whisper of ecstasy

Unfurled in her flower,

Soft of petaled-lips

With the sweet nectar

That only love can know;

And gentle ache

So deep inside the heart

That stirs like a fire

That splendor that fills the wild grasses

Eternal Dawn

The perpetual light of presence

Is in all things

As all things are in it

Being that is everywhere one is

With no separation

Between anything

For there is no space or object

Only the limitless infinity

Between stillness

And echoless silence

Without imperfection

Anonymous and desireless

Like an eternal dawn

That is forever luminous and beautiful

And though one is now absent

From the dream of life

The emptiness haunts the contented heart

In the invisible embrace if itself

The summit of grace made intimate

In the radiance of endlessly knowing the true gift of Being

Absolute Awareness

The Absolute is empty

Of thought

And of conceptions

That would be Intrusions

On a trouble-free,

Ever-present ,

And uncomplicated awareness

Conscious of the ego-I

But not as the ego-I

Without the illusion of an entity

As either observer or observed

For all “things” are merely myriad appearances

Maitreya

I have lost doubt, and the torrents

Of cravings are no more,

For I have crossed the ocean of becoming,

Free of being and non-being,

The net of passions torn,

Where karma is broken,

Not bound to judgement or forgiveness,

For no sins have ever existed,

I am free of the mind, and its thoughts,

Beyond the fear of duality,

And there is no more doing or seeking,

For I cannot do or seek what I already am:

I am the light that is creation,

Enveloped in my original nature,

I am all that is; yet, free of anything and everything,

Where nothing is needed, and all is fulfilled.

Broken Black

Amongst war, fire, and rage

How tragic that man should be

So inhumanely sensitive,

His language needing to give

Everything a meaning,

And a weight,

In so many degrees

Of this is better, that is wrong,

This one a victim, that is not acceptable,

One thing is more beautiful

Than another,

And the intolerance

Of that which offends the mind,

No more

Than the chemicals of words

Putting forth golden laws

Which will pass as quickly

As man’s short age of vanity:

That broken black

Which spews the venom

Of stones from the dark abyss of itself,

As though time does not take away all things in measure

With perfect justice at the end

Light of Splendor

O’ Shining One

Inner Sun, pure Light of Splendor

That which knows worlds

Where time is not

Free the longing to speak

In the silence

For nothing exists

But consciousness

The single eye of Awareness

The Temple of Awe

That belongs to no one

The Grail of Life, elixir of the Eternal Now

That is the Kingdom of Heaven within

Liquid Suns

Naked women hide

_______________________ you remember

________________ glancing at the hyacinths

that are not mine

_________________ those dark eyes that have seen

your own self

pleasing you to appear

______________sighing with the grasses

the stones unmoved

_________beneath the blossoming branches

her intimacy

uniting all perfumes

________________________in deep breaths of innocence

from her velvet earth

that secret

__________and secluded place

____repeating silently

_________________putting voltage in the blood

from that tender sheaf

her folded seam of dew that would open wings at night

_____________________at the entrance of the heart

rainbow-soaked by day

___________________of life’s absolute kiss in liquid suns

hair entwined

with the star chemicals

___________of the universe

_____________________in fragrant streams

that waver in the wind

_________________________with the echo of a thousand dawns

______________________shining in endless quivers

as you climb the clouds of wild beauty

for their haunting shadows

knowing they are her

The Inner Fire

Free from all as That of All

Live they forever

Yet not

Of the living

Bound not to life

Yet free

From death

He who knows

The fire within

Himself becomes the fire forever

And dwells in it eternally

Never again quenched by the veil of darkness

The Void

Your real presence

Is the absence of the phenomena

That you see

For your existence

Is prior

To any manifestation

And any experience you have

Is not real

For you are not

The shadow

Of the dreamed universe

But the true reality

That has existed

Even before the senses

Yet, every object that appears

Is you

The shining void

That Knows Itself

As the pure, radiant emptiness

Within all that is

The stainless translucency

In the arch

Of the rainbow,

The starry floor of the cosmos,

The seed of silence in its awakening

And the light of awareness

That bathes in the eternal Dawn