There is no wall,

There is no ladder

No need to climb.

There is only a

Reflection in translucence.

An internal measure

To go back to our roots,

To become one,

Within an without.

Then to go forth,

Pass on for the

Betterment of all.

This was written on a break at a day long seminar celebrating the works of Joseph Campbell back around 2000.

In the dark there is no boundary

Between you and I

There is no concept

Of time and space.

Only eternity

Inside and outside of me.

The tranquility of

Silence

Rhythmic

Rise and fall

Of my breath.

The vibration of my heart beat

Resonates from the center of my chest.

A freeing,

To come into being

A full body

Cosmic Connection

With the universe.

A passionate appreciation

For life burns.

When I open my eyes

Reflection of self.

I was partaking in a meditation back in 2000 and when I came out of it and the inspiration to this flowed through my hand to paper.

Not the taking.

For in receiving anything

One must give.

The choice is made,

All in favour of giving,

Say “I”.

I will forgive,

I will respect,

I will trust,

I will love.

I will get what I want,

Life does not come to me.

Life is there to be had

And the only way to be had

Is to give

To life

What life

Has given to me.

Opportunity.

This passage can be found in the Third Wave of Markings of the Soul.

It screams

Shouts and wails

It’s a feeling

From deep within

Beyond illiteration

Crawling and bursting

From the seam.

I cant say

No

I wont

Don’t want to

Talk

Its all talk

Telepathy

From me to you

Oral fixation

For something

Carved in stone

Stripped down to the bone

Expressed in flight

Keeping me up at night

Come out

And play with me.

It pierces my being

Thru my skin

From nothing

Into everything

And nothing

Within

Without

Fall silent

And listen

Communicate

To learn to

Feel.

If its worth a thousand words

Why not draw

Blurred

Symbolism.

The speed of sound

Is

Too fucking

Slow

For something that

Transcends

Time

And

Space

Divinity

Instantaneously

Insight

That is

Blinding

For you

Cannot see

It

Inside

But its not

Real

Concrete

But it moves

Your feet

And body

In a rhythm

To and fro

Ebb and flow.

It is

Primal

From

A deep

Dark

Black

Hole

It

Rushes forth

Bonecrushing

Force

Exhale

Exhale

Exhale

written Oct 1, 2007

you probably think, that’s what you always say.

but ponder this contemplation

about expanded realization,

what if all along it has been you

that the lessons have been channeled through?

and i have been the learner

through a just and sterner

presence.

could it be that you have been my teacher

demonstrating amongst the shadows the true feature

that we have sought

through emotional drought?

written October 25, 2007

connection.

You have been an anchor

In a sea of turbulence.

Now set adrift

I realize how

Comforting those thoughts

Of you

Were.

october 2007 

The gift of life,

Husband and wife

A yawn, a smile,

A stretch, a wink,

Hush,hush, I’ll be here awhile.

Oh my, so bright

Maybe I’ll cry

How loud my powerful lungs,

Hey mom and pop aren’t you proud?

What’s this?

Wet and mushy?

Mommy, just gave me a big kiss.

Yum, yum oh so sweet

I think I’ll shake my feet.

Wiggle, wiggle,

Look at my toes

How far I’ll journey

Only time knows

Where we goes.

Squish, squish, it’s only my bum

Pee ewe!!!!! Time to change my poo,

I’ll leave that to you,

Thank you.

My heartbeat next to yours

A cascade of love pours

Time to rest,

Warm and cushy,

I lay my head on your chest,

Hey, aren’t I the best!

Life is a joke

The tragic-comedy

All this pain to bring you to your knees.

All this pride to crumble

At your feet.

This superiority-inferiority complex

More powerful than a locomotive

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

It’s a bird. For real. It’s a plane. Yep.

So can you see the joke?

Can you feel the illusion?

Are you living it?

Lifeline gets cut off.

From the start.

Survival and dependence and warmth.

Trust. Created to protect.

Volatile stabilization.

A warm cloak of insecure security.

Band-aid.

There is pain. There is hurt.

Beneath it all.

Way down low.

So low it brings you to your kneed-s.

Kick in the crotch.

Lose your air.

Can’t breathe. The life is taken right out of you.

Understand. Righteousness

Learning to be right.

Truth.

What is universal?

Think.

Stop thinking.

You can’t feel.

Can’t understand by thinking.

Tears. Convulsions. Release

Anger. Impulse. Joy. Sorrow.

Pain makes you age.

Adds another wrinkle.

We live to relive over and over

To finally be alive.

My not good enough

Is your not good enough?

But who’s was first?

Worth.

I am not any of this material.

Nor am I any of the abstract.

So what am i?

Nothing but an impulse?

Vibration. Resonation.

Attractor detractor retractor

Reflector deflector

Trust is your skin

I don’t want to trust anymore.

Puts power in them to influence my security and stability

Faith belief in myself is misguided

If life is there to support and encourage

my growth.

The ground beneath my feet

Which is really suspended

Floating, revolving in space.

Concrete sand.

Vaporized sand.

Crystallized sand molten sand.

How the hell did you become transparent?

How do we get to see through you to the other side?

Elemental transmutation.

One that can be magnified to see clearer.

Sands of time.

Seeing yourself through yourself.

Hour glass.

Strong and fragile at the same time.

Infinite and scarce

So what is it?

If not a paradox?

It just is.