Updated: Mar 22
When all the games have become played out
And the endless consumption has only made one hungrier
And the costume feels outworn And the stories have become exhausted
and the denial has hallowed into a dry joke
The weight heavy...
And the Ego is wound up just tightly enough
For twisted muscles To embrace the inner light
of the unbound Soul
Light up the nervous system
Like a christmas tree Get the lymphs flowin Like sexy rivers The cerebro-spinal fluid stirrin Like the blood of christ Merry christ
Marrying the horizontal picture Of the one out there To the spinal pillar Of the ladder leading down into this hole in the ground here
This dance upon your own grave With a cross on your back
At the edge of where Rash becomes Soft And Violence turns into a Victory Where every winner was a Loser
And God is no longer so attracted To suffering...
As a human Let's go And let's god
Blossom forth as an open palm A force of Nature
More willing to Love this suffering And dig deeper And sweat and bleed And lean into the dirt
To Dance And stomp And spin And surrender the stuck-up soul into the sensuality of the soil. To remember what it's like to have feet Kiss this Holy Ground Step by Step
Learning to Walk on Water
As the surface of the One Silent Sea of being has settled to reveal a Magic Mirror
Rippling with each creative choice to reflect the rainbow spectrum Of the Star Lit Self
Refracting through an endless Void of Darkness Unconscious Forgotten Repressed & Denied Both misunderstood & Glorified
Masks Faces Feelings Voices Tones Textures Colors Ancient Motions & New Patterns Emerging
As One Pure Light Endlessly flowing
Channeling a power Not overbearing Or understood
But just bearable enough To break through anything that has forgotten It’s nature
As that which Move's Mountains Burns Bridges Magnetizes Lovers
And births New Ones
Art out of clashing colors Renovated Temples Out of the Rubble Of the catastrophically Cathartic Impact
of Hot meeting cold Of Fuck Meeting Love Where within that bad Is benevolence Patience Unimaginable mercy
A relentlessly adorable Sacredly Innocent Strength To build a fucking wing Cracking through the Cosmic Egg As the Primordial Seed Sound To find a match made in heaven on Earth of Plant And pavement Where well-tended Gardens Allow Children to see themselves in Flowers
So flowers no longer have to say "Are we there yet"
To realize they are free to both Fly And Fall
Without ever having to leave Real Ground
What's taking place here Right behind your very eye Is a Love Story greater then a Fairy Tale Deeper than a tower dropping
After being burnt out by some crazy ass adventure to find the Dragon of Passion Which holds the keys to the Gates of Heaven Where Divine Hands are waiting to bitch-slap us into Hell So that we may be erected as Tall Trees
As we remember Our Roots within the Heart of the Mother And that there was never anything to Get Run away from Give or Hold
And we can just drop it
Give the sword one good swing Through ones own head And lay it down in the Heart
Let bed rock rest upon your Shoulder An arm from a friend that feels like they could be forever A drop returning to the Goddess
For which we must sacrifice Our bitching
& bullshit Must Get sick of being at the receiving end of our own resentments,
For not sharing in an unapoligtically badass Radically compassionate
And soul-shakingly Contracted muscle wakingly bravely transparent Dance with the One on the other side of the courage to be curious The controling The victimhood The projection And all the really hard insecure ones beneath the Shame The horror The heart break
Of the need to find the sweetness On the other side of our
most innocent fear Where we can develop the true sincerity of courage To laugh at oneself Without dissociating The sensitivity To address the need To claim our Unfuckwithability Within the forcefield Of pure unconditional love We hold for the world
To feel the suffering
Shake off the dirt Cleanse the wounds Hustle Sing to the Water
Take a look in the mirror And wake the Love up
Let ourselves be uplifted By the gravity of dying
and slowing way down low Till there is nowhere to go
And this Body can be honest As the Uncontainable Universe itself
via which the Sun makes love to the Sea And consciousness can truly and finally Remember what Rest means
When there is no more seeking And no more hiding
And all of it is ok.
The greatest strength Comes through the greatest humility To the fact that There is nothing to hold.
If the Truth could be expressed It would be sung As a whisper in the wind To dispel the stormy stories
And remind you that you are the Eye Of the hurricane that has been harassing the old house you thought could shelter you from the final freedom of finding a comfortable home Within nature’s wildness Pressed up against your naked body
Like a long lost Lover
As cells burst and humm And DNA dances And Neurons fry And Nerves melt back into Belonging
This longing is for The Breathe that cannot be held
As it endlessly twirls And weaves And she uncoils
As Angels and Stars that were eager to see themselves from the Earth Conspire to play cosmic cops and robbers
Just for the laugh after a good work out of running away from ones own shadow Only to wake up to the remembrance that it's all a Game
Not any realer then a simple Poem
A dream of a kind and consensual kiss On a trip through a brutally lonesome Tropical Desert
An oasis A secret potion Electrified with golden cheat codes
To awaken the Avatar within the simulation As a lucid dreamer Into the next level
Which is already here When there's nothing to hold back Up Down or Away
Besides these questions to dip ones fingers in As they Rise and Pop Like empty bubbles
"What if you have everything?
What if there was nothing missing to reach for outside?
What if this was all already here for you, because it WAS you?”
When the bubble of delusion is popped And the creepy clown make-up is washed by tears And the children are given all day to play
The infinite spaciousness left there Is the only realization that can redeem our souls from the unconscious ignorance of our conditions and into humility before the cruelness with which life is designed to hunt And crack through And down and up The shell of our deepest Shames Dreams Longings
That were never really ours.
Which are not meant to be held But set free Like doves from a magicians hat Our lids are flying off & our wings are ready to break open And finally feel the freedom
There is no higher hope No strategic salvation No bad guy to bust
And only yourself To begin to trust And no longer try to fool
As all your greatest stories And silence Must be offered to the flame of the God within All.
Yes! This is an empowering message that would lead one to never again externalize authority
To never again bypass the vulnerable compassion and humor Which the insanity of this sickness Must be sprinkled and sanctified with.
To never again ditch your own dance.
As you dig your heels deeper through the Shit to the Zero Point far below 6 feet With the impenetrable conviction and integrity To serve this medicine Through the surrender to the broken heart
As the Guru for the simplest holiest messiest adventure of the whole human thing.
There is remembrance there A choice that keeps being made A sealed deal An open playing field A deep coming to terms with and laying it all on the alter
Getting over oneself with the courage to meet the center of ones own grief Giggle with ones purest innocence Surrender to ones fullest body stretch Break out into ones wildest howl and sing most sincerely from that deepest core
what reverberates from this silent source Decomposes everything Transcends life and death And unveils everything already there
With nowhere higher to go And a sober vision of the Self that is below
Hold this vision of the two in one This intention This knowing This realization
After Enlightenment Before Darkness In the center around And through it all
When there is no space to hold up or down or In or away or on to
And There It is And here we are.