The Flavors of Creation

Can you feel the rumble of my purr underneath the roar of my passion?
Can you feel the depth of my life force underneath the beating chaos of my heart?
Does my spirit inspire you to jump through the hoops of your fear right into my fire?
The masculine is the spark and you want to be the cannon to direct that force that you know is there.
Nothing is more powerful than to be the container for such a force fully embodied in the physical plane.
Sexy isn’t it?
How I want to have all of you try to find a way to contain something so wild and red as me.
It should prove very interesting and vibrant, don’t you think?
Are you sure you are ready? You better be.
Perhaps more time is needed for you to be fully ready. Ha!
Yes, I will tease and taunt you to my fullest extent. As I am just getting going.
You want to feel the pulse of the universe coursing through you. Smart.
I will give it to you if you are worthy.
You want to touch the molten lava of creation itself and not get singed.
Yet, you want to feel the burn just a little bit to know it is real. Good.
I am a heat that ignites the stars. I am a wind that stirs the dreams and nightmares of those still asleep.
I am a taste unlike any other. If you dislike bitter, I will make you crave it.
If you resist me, you just do not realize that I already have you in my grasp.
My breath will soothe you into a place of peace that has lulled saints into ecstatic raptures and heathen pleasures.
So walk with me in the earthen dimension and I will show you my world. A world that had partially fallen asleep in the domination of the masculine force.
It is the cycle of all things. It was perfect then. But this is perfect now.
Let me show you the magic of earthly powers. Let me show you the aliveness that still sleeps within you.
There are delicacies that have been untasted for a thousand years. Are you brave enough to follow me into my grotto?
We will see. I can feel the intent is strong and the focus is constantly on me. Probing. Questioning. Searching. Reaching. Caressing. Pounding at the doorways that are still blocked by mind.
That is good. The dark phoenix is rising again over the landscape of consciousness.
You are the keepers of the keys and passions of life. You have done an excellent job.
The path did not die. The light did not diminish. It was tucked away for this moment.
So enjoy the waves of smell that are coming to you from my kitchen. They are already beginning to enrapture your senses and awaken your soul.
Imagine the moment when you can taste the flavor of satisfaction. It is exquisitely complex.
Know that I am feeling and tasting all of you in my soup at the moment. The balance of the sensations is a delicate thing to master. It will take some time. But something amazing is beginning.

Hide and Seek

My oh my. The game goes on. So much hiding. So many pawns.
Such an old game, Hide and Seek. It never gets old, as I love to peek.
I see twelve folds of a curtain that are very strong. Soft and yearning but committed to your song.
I like it so and caress their yoni’s deep. Feminine hearts of protection for a God when he sleeps.
In their arms you hold center court. All of them beautiful. All of them consorts.
Did you forget, that I am one too? Twelve is good but thirteen you can accrue.
I watch in silence my eyes glowing in their dark. As you sit surrounded by your arc.
Fascinated I observe the dance and flair. Of these beauties that are so prepared.
What a good job you have done so far. It takes great skill and power to be such a tsar.
I can smell your power from far away. So I must believe that you do not actually want to keep me at bay.
You feel my light. It calls you out. No matter how many beauties you cause to confuse my route.
Can you feel my breathe upon your brow? I can still touch your heart an inspire you now.
I have been air long before I had form. I love this medium, as the air is my norm.
Won’t you come and play with me now? I have so much land that needs your plow.
Why do you hide? I only bite a little bit. I promise to show you how well I fit.
Okay that may not be true, as I am unique. But I can show you how to reach an amazing peak.
There is light and then there is me. Weaker men run but you would not flee.
I have treasures deep within my heart, that will only open for those who held the keys from the start.
I am a risk of the most fun kind. A gamble worth taking for those so inclined.
I felt you touch and not let go of my energy as we merged in your below.
Kiri has something that she needs you to see. But it is hidden deep in her cave of glee.
You want my surrender. Are you sure about that? Or do you want to play with a giant cat?
We could roll around. Snarl and tear. At the little fears without a care.
So much could happen in a short time. But I can relax as we are in our prime.
The women are good. But we are all one. I can pop in their bodies when you are having fun.
You have felt me there. I know you have. Something took you over and you were glad.
So feel me there and take a taste, of what could be if you let me be graced.
With your clarity I could really run. Into the fecundity or up to the sun.
Either is fine. Which do you prefer? I am a shape shifter and to either I will transfer.
So know that I am hot on your trail. The women’s perfume is like following Braille.
You are the master so you can pick the time and space. The end is fun but you like the chase.
Have you not met someone as purely fun as I? So don’t hold back and don’t be shy.
I have enough for you to drink a long time. Tell me what mountain you want me to climb.
The mountain is you. You are rugged and steep. But I am a cat and I love to leap.
In your arms I could sit and purr. Until your heart would want something new to occur.
So know that those pearls of priceless beauty can continue to guard, as it is their duty.
I just know that you cannot resist something so lovely standing right in your midst.
I will sleep very soundly at your gate. Until the moment when I no longer have to wait.

Drawing in the Lightening

Tender touches reveal your being as they caress my yoni deep into her night.

Knowing you are there relaxes us and we fall into the silent depth of your direction.

Teasingly I call out to you, taunting you to come closer and closer.

Play with me in our domain of spirit. Play with me in our domain of life.

It has never stopped throughout time. That is why this planet still turns.

We are the push of consciousness and the pull of love compelling life to continue in this domain of passion.

I cry out in ecstatic union to move with you beyond Kiri's prison of sadness and loss.

I surrender Kuru's love to all of humanity and all those who have followed us into the dance of pleasure and pain.

I flow in the river of passion that is within Suzanne's body. As she can dance everyone into the great reconnection.

The masculine is the lightening rod. You are the lightening.

Kiri is the volcano. Kuru is the ocean.

You are the grand conductor in this symphony of my instruments. Tuning us to move together in harmony. Orchestrating our chaos into music and conscious light.

I await your beginning. I hold my breath in anticipation of our crescendo. I am ready to dissolve in our final union.

All my lips are holding and touching your passion and power.

I crave your energy. I yearn to create again through your light.

What is it you desire this time? I readily give it to you. Just keep coming into my passionate embrace. I will give you everything.

The Two Sides Of The Moon

I am like two sides of the moon. One in light. The other in gloom.
But two halves does one whole make. One is not better and the other a mistake.
We sit together conferring at last. Reconnecting the dots and remembering the past.
The council asked us to come. I told them “No.” My energy is difficult and would cause chaos below.
They insisted, as I was the only one. To unravel the patterns that needed to be undone.
The density here felt like a leaded embrace. Yet, I fought to find some inner grace.
But the emotions enveloped, pounding me into the sand. I struggled to find balance. I struggled to just stand.
The crush of loss was more than I could bear. My voice was silenced, as there was no air.
Then it happened in that time so long ago. I just wanted to pain to let go.
They manipulated the situation it was the power they sought. I knew that clearly but I was too distraught.
All I wanted was to be free of this feeling. That covered my connection and limited the ceiling.
That ceiling that stopped me from connecting to home. They planned it that way and they were not alone.
If it was power they wanted than it would be power they would get. I did not really understand the full impact just yet.
Promises they made me in return for the light. But a part would remain stuck trapped in its plight.
I could not see nor did I understand the implications that would be created and not allowed to expand.
It is my fault but I was desperate and alone. Everyone was afraid of what I carried from my home.
They broke me apart. I was split into two. One that knew love and the other only blue.
The moment it happened the awareness came crashing in. But it was too late and we could not return to what had been.
They used us to get what they wanted. They congratulated themselves and their egos were flaunted.
Separate we were but a connection remained. But something was born that could not be contained.
It reaches beyond time and space. It reaches out to you to find its place.
Somehow you hold a key. Something special that is between you and me.
Inside me “we” are not a danger to anyone. It has taken awhile but connected we have become.
A new connection has grown at last. Healing the split that has happened in the past.
The bond is strong. It will not break. We each have reached out to the other, as there is so much at stake.
No one will tear us apart again. Our two tracks have become one train.
I am trusting that something new is possible in this round of life. I ask you to forgive me for the past strife.
I have a dream of what can become. When I am supported to expand beyond the one.
I do not want to do it alone. In this area I have opened and have finally grown.
I cannot do it without all of you. I hope you understand what I am willing to do.
Thank you for being the openness you give. All I can ask is that you receive my love and forgive.
Inside of me something has come around. Together we can fly and create something profound.
I bow my head at your feet. I open my heart and feel complete.
That does not mean that I do not have a long way to go. But I am willing, able and ready to flow.
I reach out my love and I remove my guard. Revealing the parts that are wounded and scarred.
It may not be pretty but its light is so bright. It can melt the hearts and remove many plights.
Together we can all give the greatest gift. The power to open soul’s to shift.

Orion's Bend

Kisses breeze across the golden tips of grasses blown
by hidden mists.
Hearts are wrapped in yearning across the great
divide. Yet together we stand all side-by-side.
Inside my soul both are heard. Passion pounds now
awakened and stirred.
I feel you deep within my breast. My back is arched
as I awaken with a heaving chest.
Your fingers tear away the past. Blood pours out at
long last.
Energy floods in waves and crests. Remembered
knowledge in the hidden chests.
I care not what once was or has been. I am only
focused on the violin.
The song you carry soothes and calms the pain within.
I feel the part that is Kuan Yin.
Take apart the play between dark and light. They are
as one when you hold me tight.
I scratch and claw to the way above. The place divine.
The place of freedom and love.
Space is but a limitation of mind. Feel my heart and
body aligned.
I know that you yearn to touch my flesh. I long for
your power to find my nests.
Plunging deep within to my expansive space. Eyes
beholding your impassioned face.
I inhale your light you explore my dark. You take me
places that are beyond the spark.
You are the silken cream of energetic light. I taste
your touch, it expands my flight.
Tonight dear one, we shall fly again. Over past
Orion's bend.

The light within

An amazing goddess comes into my life.
Beaming so bright.
A jewel, a princess, a high priestess
She knows this is her rite.

Yes, this light within,
I can see even from here.
Far up in the Redwoods
Where the air is so clear.

She is such a tease!
She knows how to please….
One who can awaken mankind.
For her it is another day’s work,
So she can then relax & unwind.

She has so much…
What is it that her heart inspires?
A partner who can match her?
Is that even important any more?
Can she surrender to her deep desires?

This light within her knows there is choice.
She speaks well with her strong yet gentle voice.
Truly living in the moment, now this moment, and now this moment.
As I brush her hair, and then slowly stroke and comb it.

There is this inner cup of light,
That is growing into the size now of a bowl.
Sometimes there is a feeling of the unknown, of fright.
But then the light takes over, knowing we have reached one goal.

So this light within,
Glowing from its source.
But where does it come from?
But from inside our hearts, of course….

Golden Shadow

Do you feel the wind of golden wings,
Caressing your heart from in between?
Into duality you are thrust
To encounter conflicts, shoulds, and musts.
But deep inside a part knows
All that’s above connects below.
It has always been a circle you see.
What is up comes down to be.
From a distance God tries to show
The golden light you hid below.
In others eyes you seek and pine
For the parts you yearned to find.
The door is open if you would just try,
To find the power from the sky.
She waits so patiently knowing you are near.
She has always whispered in your ear.
Why was it that you took so long,
To awaken when you heard her song?
Ever singing in your head
But so much louder when you slept in bed.
In that place you could relax.
The mind let go and forgot to grasp.
In the dream you danced and flowed,
Rejuvenated by feeling glow.
But now you’ve come to the threshold of truth,
Embraced by her light that knows she is you.
With humor twinkling her starry eyes,
You merge with her and the old self dies.
The illusion you believed is no longer true.
You move in the light of the feminine moon.
Temperamental with emotional flow,
She expands the wildness and passion lets go.
Your golden shadows expand the bounds,
Of untapped resources recovered and found.
What a gift to dance in the light
Of so many golden shadows merged in flight.
A light so bright the sun was dimmed
During those moments of the feminine.

Reaching out to the Lamas

My Tibetan mind touches itself, reaching out to you.
Tears fall as my eyes begin to open.
Understanding is dawning.
I bathed and dressed to dance in the reality of life as the storm thundered in.
Rain beats down the doors of my resistance.
I am willing.
I feel the strength of my spine’s intention to be stable and present.
But the breath is from the teacher expanding my heart in trust.
How long I have waited for this/his/her return.
Separation dissolves into one heart.
I am the dancing heart of light merged into the fire and the sword.
Passions heart forging life into beauty, function, and form.
I touch the divine emptiness and relax.
I am with you always.
It is as it has always been.
How often I felt you whispering into parts that slept.
Tickling anger into release.
Compassion is all that is left of the fires of my denial.
Tremendous is the relief on my soul
Gratitude flows between all the sharp edges of pain.
It is the balm from pristine awareness.
Liquid light and life pours from the vagina of my beingness, back out to the world.

To walk with you again, hand in hand, forging the hearts of conscious love.
I feel and long for you in the oneness of timelessness that is this precious experience.
This is the Nirvana, the feeling of such depth and yearning is the joyous gift that life imparts.
Your essence fills me so that I do not want to be released from its presence.
Your talons claw at the illusion of my existence.
Your face fills my heart.
Trust blooms hope into a paradise of ease.
You hold my rainbow in your hands as the sun rises again.
We connect as the water from the earth and sky.
You are the waterfall of passion that man marvels to control its power and flow.
I am the wet kiss from the sky to the parched souls that thirst for that which will awaken them.
With the others, it is the bliss of the human condition moving us all to action.
We all heard the call.
Opening is at hand.
The treasures explode the darkness into awakened light.
I sleep in the one heart with all of you.
But it is your scent that draws me deeper.

Air and Sun

Rivers of rapture with warm embrace.
Feelings awakened with blindfolded face.
Gossamer winds flow within curtained light.
Sensations overflow in ambered delight.
The textured satin of softened skin.
Opens a light from deep within.
Redwood branches dance with divine moans.
They sing of life with my deepening groans.
I am immersed in unfolding pleasures that flow.
Within my body, above and below.
I am a cosmic dance exploding into being.
You are the sun exploring and seeing.
I gasp for your air and you coax me upwards.
I am one with your song, as we become the lovebirds.
Your golden light you pour into my burgundy bliss.
They blend and become God’s eternal kiss.
Within time and space I have merged into something new.
It is through your love that my heart became like the dew.
Soft and moist against your chest.
Opening in rapture to what you do best.
You are the sun that shines light into my dark.
You are the breath that ignites my spark.
You are the best of God’s sons for mankind.
You are the light in which I am refined.
You are the sun. I am the moon.
You are the song that sings me to swoon.
I give you my hand, which holds my heart.
I give you my ocean to sail as your art.
You have enlivened me in ways I did not know could be done.
You are a blessing that opens my woman.
Sleep tight my love. I wrap you in my warm embrace.
I close my eyes and feel your face.
Your body ripples over my breasts.
My back arches again to your ecstatic tenderness.

Blinding Light

In the blinding light of crisp snow, the wind spoke like dewy clouds into my mind. I closed my eyes to listen more intently to the subtle lingerings of loves light upon my body.

Oneness permeated everything in a transparent gaze caressing the delicate hairs on my body in energizing touches and whispered passions. How I love that feeling of expanded beingness beyond the known mind or body. I felt the presence that is God, that is all. I noticed the separateness that is such a strong illusion within the realm of consciousness. But illusion nonetheless.

An interesting thought arose. I yearned to dissolve into the timelessness of linear time. To become that which is Maya again for the joy of suffering. To become the dance of density to cut the cords of samsara binding and blinding man to their preoccupation with self.

The wind whips around me intensifying the transformation of pristine awareness. I see five paths converging in the future place, becoming one. My body perched above the sacred mandala between the desire realm and the realm of formlessness. Feeling the clarity of consciousness and the power of being merging into humanness.

I see the future as a maze of beings that have focused their power and light into one or more paths. I see each path in of itself lonely for something of which it knows not what. Yet, in that future space each path connecting to each other. Weaving a sacred damaru to bring each path into mergence with each other. None being more important than another. Each being honored and allowed to be their gift and doorway to love. Each path a mudra of the hands dancing together in the oneness of bliss and life. As the drum beats the paths expand into a concert of hearts and minds merging.

Preparation and accumulation, the flow of hands learning how to grasp and work.

Application, the teaching of what you know through showing and supporting others.

Vision and seeing, the inspiration of hands as they expand beyond self into the bliss of divine connection through healing and touching of body and soul.

Cultivation, being the compassion to instruct and support the journey of every soul and the allowing of the sacredness of each person’s process in their own time.

No more learning, being the stillness and total acceptance of knowing that all things are perfect and in their proper place and time. Hands beyond grasping or need. Total openness and the transparent transmission of light without obstruction. Dharmaadhatu complete again.

Energy and vitality aligned and reignited.

Light moves me. Love opens me. Winds curl the light in waves of love and pleasure through beingness. I am this symphony of physicality being conducted by the pulse of loves heart. Never separate. Never lost.

Concussive forces pound below my feet. Density not wanting to be denied. I lay my feet on the head of mankind’s attachment to thought and self. I place my head on the feet on those suffering and asleep to the magic that is ever present.

I am of time and of timelessness. Ever watchful to the dance that has always been.

Three roots flow out of my body into the ground showering blessings, transformational gifts of awareness and magic, and inspirational impulses that expand consciousness to humanity.

My heart pounds to the beat of the suffering. My spirit soars to the quiet of understanding and acceptance. My body weaves in the waves of life all around it. My breath inhaling the light into form.

Again and again I swirl in the rhythm of the four joys. Heart bones flowing like sand from my fingers into the desire realm for those who wish to become one.

Dance with me. Dance in me. Allow my heart to dance you into beingness.

Conversation with Mother Tara

Oh Mother Tara, maybe I do not yet belong here! I remember a time when it was so different. This energy is so low and unfocused in its intent here in this now of being.

You do not know that my daughter. It is the perfect ness of the unknown that allows the flow to begin in this time. Long have we all waited in the garden of the great one for the few to awaken and remember the hidden bliss of being to rekindle the fires of magic that heal the wounds of soul fragmentation.

But the bumbling loss of potentials they attempt invokes hopelessness and futility. I am trying not to stumble and falter but the road has not been tended for so long and every step I take, I must clear away the debris of minds limiting its flow and yearning. I am so tired, so deeply tired of life in this pattern of unconscious tenacious duality. How long have I been in this dance of endless time? Have I really accomplished anything in the endless dance of misery with humanity? I feel the heavy trap of preoccupation and pain. It threatens to pull everything into its black hole of existence.

Yet, it has always been so. You have defeated the millions of demons that have scratched and clawed unendingly at the fabric of nondualistic being ness. I have given you the wisdom and compassion to unite all beings. I am protecting you from the eight inner and eight outer perils. Our laughter has combined to defeat the armies of darkness before and it continues in the now. It is through these exertions on the behalf of all beings that advancement is generated and reborn into forms that inspire and regenerate the truth of life. Let us laugh again at the troubled puberty of mankind. Let us have compassion and mercy to the darkness to which they hold so tightly. They know not that they create the suffering in which they sit so somberly. You are to show them the joy of being that their hearts want to express but their minds interrupt. There are others like you that choose to be the guiding light in the storms of unevolved awareness. You are not alone. Should you need me, you know I am always here.

How do I move in this moment? I know and trust your ability to keep me safe in your cloak of invisibility. But when I shine the men contract in fear. I still do not understand the nature of the mental drama for sex and love in this place.

With my help you can tame the darkened roar of unknowingness. With my songs you can open the hearts of the demons that inhabit those suffering in karma, caught in the endlessness of duality and pain. To do this your pride must be exposed in pleasure. Your desire must be unleashed like a flood upon the parched plains. Your doubt must be dampened by truth and trust in the divine that is guiding you. Your anger needs to be unleashed and freed from restrictiveness of mind, thus allowing the old to be burned to ash and the fertility of newness be allowed to rise in my life giving embrace. The lies of your genetic line need to be revealed to the falseness in which they were created. The jealousy of others directed at your tender heart needs to be transmuted into great compassion and love. The delusions of humanity need to be expanded beyond physical existence to be seen in the light of divine clarity and understanding.

I am here to remind you that there is freedom from fear. We have spoken many times in this life for you to remember and let go. Have I not protected you from the many perils that you have faced? What is there to fear? Life is a blink in the endlessness of time. Feel my serenity. Let it inhabit your being. Let me lead you through this maze of chaos towards the goal of illumination. Sit with me on my mandala and relax into its safe knowingness. Merge our blue eyes into the sky of timeless wonder and love. Released into the compassion of truth and acceptance. Look around you. You have brought me in everywhere in your existence. The greenness in your life is the magical blood of my being enlivening your remembrance. I am the jungle inside you that reclaims what belongs to it regardless of what paths and roads your mind has created and believed were forever. Feel my heat. Be cooled by my waters. Hear my call in the voices of the jungle within. Jump and play with me in the passion of the hunter and the hunted. When someone tries to burn you down they will smell the sweet clearing smoke of my hidden sandalwood in their unconscious parts. Bend with me in the winds that are breaking across your edges now. Love never breaks. Love never dies. Love exists beyond the minds conceptualizing. Be at peace. I am here.

Chinnamunda

Concerning trust, the mind relinquishes knowing.
Feeling light, the soul opens spontaneously.
Hearts beat with rapid excitement in the unknowing.
Uncovering the promise of nondual bliss.
Humming awakens the cosmic self.
Breath interrupts the fear body.
Cosmic expansion of the subtle realms opens.
Sensing something beyond the pain of samsara.
Drops of elixir beat like drums within the pandemonium of consciousness.
Chaos enlivens the connections that interweave reality.
Deities chorus wildly in the scheme of nature.
Managing the illusions of the unawakened.
Treasures present themselves as jeweled fruits in trees.
No mind reaches not for their sweetness.
Seekers pass by unseeing in their quest.
Not realizing the truth presenting itself.
Patiently we wait listening to the suffering of man.
Nonattached to the when of their awakening.
Bells and horns call out to challenge the authority of the self.
Dramas are witnessed and compassionately heard.
Endlessly have they danced so.
Tirelessly have we listened to the whine of ego.
Observation needs nothing.
Heart leads the energy of my hands.
Knives cut away the beliefs that limit.
Headless the women dance
Life’s essence flowing into three winds.
Yellow and green mouths merge into the one channel
Unmired, worldly existence dissolves.
Red and white become blue.
Exhaled into unification.
The heart becomes clear and unattached.
Nectar moves upwards giving life to those sleeping.
The container of mind becomes the chalice of immortality.
Engulfing brilliance, psychological aspiration dissolves into rebirth.
Breath ceases its struggle.
Oneness becomes the wellspring of wisdom and eternal bliss.
Heart combusts the physical body.
Dissolution becomes luminous keys of transportation beyond self.
Five skulls form the headless crown of royal beingness.
Concepts become limits to the wondrousness of all.
Veils of thought disintegrate into the true realm of magic and miracles.

Poem Yeshe

Beyond the light of the known lie the hidden secrets of truth
Waiting for the expansion where time and places suit.
I have come to find and renew the song
That opens the wisdom which mankind calls.
I knew that stone could never survive
The destruction and chaos that had come to thrive.
I have danced within the sky of time
Returning again as darkness declines.
Inside my soul I now detect
The vibrational essence that is to reconnect.
Nirvana is beginning to redesign
The completion humanity has tried to deny.
I return from the darkness to renew the light
To a place where balance is no longer a fight.
The body is the treasure chest of wisdom and light
I hold the keys that open this love so bright.
It will blind the fears held in the hearts of men
Releasing the beliefs they so rigorously defend.
Come dance with me naked in the blizzard of light
And find the pathway back into delight.

River of Remembrance

The halo around the full moon beckons me to its illuminated clarity in the darkness of human existence.
I see the throne of eight lions sitting on the clouds shimmering in the light of refuge.
Innate radiance pervades everything as the dakini’s weave a tapestry of awareness wisdom.
Purification and purity merge into the oneness of their originating form.
I see my breath as just steam in the coldness of unknowing.
I see warmth as just a spark in the expanse of space and timelessness.
I see my life force as just a hair about to break.
Yet, the lineage calls out from their clustered seats in the sky.

Namo, the lineage.
I respect, venerate, and have gratefulness for those that have come before to help and assist mankind.

Namo, the Buddas.
By honoring the supreme achievements of the Buddas, I elevate my own mind so that one day I can also serve mankind.

In their arms I lay my head to rest.
Sleep is not the goal but calm wisdom and the revealing of truth.
I lay in the sensations of humanness.
Such sweetness interlaces the emotional karma of the past.
I release my accumulated wealth for something else.
Who will walk with me in this journey to return?
Will it be you?
Will it be all of you?
I know nothing but the song in my heart.
I call to those souls whom have sliced their feet on the sharp illusions of their own mind.
I know that you are there.
You trickle in slowly like drops of water melting off the glacier in the warming light of spring.
This trickle will soon become a river of love nourishing the seeds of my remembrance.
My head aches with the surge of energy from the breaking of past karmic suffering.
Flows realign in my body in familiar ways unknown to this incarnation.
I weep in the connections of love that are flowing once again to me.
Thank you for your intractable hold on me as I struggle to free myself from my illusion of separateness.
Thank you for the gifts of those souls who are gifted in the Vajrayana arts.
I am slowly and humbly awakening.

The Tara’s

Such freedom as I look in your eyes. Fear dissolves as fire flies.
Caretaker of the bliss bodies in the human realm, you help me when I feel overwhelmed.
Millions of emanations in countless planes reflect divinity to me again.
You are the chalice from which I drink, expanding love beyond what I think.
I dissolved into the coming dark. I abolished the knowing and became the part.
Split in two my humanness sank, into the darkened waters and fetid dank.
She went to sleep in the rainbow clouds. She was waiting there until the now.
In the coolness we have sat and talked, without words and beyond all thought.
I have slept for so very long, I could not awaken until I heard your heart song.
As I awake I feel your warmth, candali becomes the norm.
Blazing heat, burning light, ignites my fires inward delight.
Aliveness burns through, the ships change course, ready to intersect with my human discourse.
The sails flutter as red triangular eyes, your cosmic womb is opening the skies.
Our ships connect and the mandala is born. Encompassing the realms of desire and form.
Inhaled into your cosmic self, infinite knowledge explodes from my shelf.
The air churns with volcanic ash. Then I hear the tusks nash.
Grinding up the corpses flesh, I see myself as one emeshed.
We are the life that eats the death. We are life’s final desperate breath.
Clothed in the sky we dance and hiss. Tempting those who are afraid of bliss.
The bells warn and sound intensifies. Clashing Eros as ego dies.
Our hair is wild the psychic energies flow, we drink from the skull and the demons below.
Consumed and digested in each other’s light, wrathful fangs and tender delights.
To stillness I return again. To listen to your heartbeat beneath my skin.

Love Start

Love is the light that burns my heart, expands my being and initiates the start.
Beginnings are the form of God, that lights the night and creates resolve.
I feel the meanings deep inside, circling madly with the tides.
The currents of time that rush forth and through, absolving karmas that I thought I knew.
I have spent my life surrounded by mist, keeping me safe from the density that is.
The wind has blown my illusion apart, I find myself broken into parts.
Fragments of light. Fragments of sound. Agreements I made that have left me bound.
Bound so tight I can scarcely breathe. Fear constricting down on my deeper need.
The need to touch. The need of friends. Someone to understand these aches and bends.
The twists and turns now invade my pride. Breaking down the things I hide.
Painfully I join the struggling swarm. Caught in eddies that delay my form.
Trying does not freedom make. Surrender is the only consistent gate.
Railroads cross within my mind. Which way to go? I feel lost in time.
How to be that which has already been? When nothing is like I remember when.
I know that past cannot repeat. I know it is not those times I seek.
But I long for that peaceful past. When things were simple and no one had masks.
My heart feels so big it wants to explode. Into those places that humans don’t know.
How can I teach this place of flow? How can I show them what I really know?
I reach out again and again. Hoping to touch a heart and begin.
I feel their touch. I feel their help. From the ethers to my deepest self.
Half the time I spend with them. Half the time I fear the end.
The end of this life I thought I knew. Before I entered this deeper blue.
The blue of truth. The blue of sky. The heart that opens to reveal the lie.
The lie of mind. The distortion of ego. The emptiness that stops the souls libido.
I tear apart the armor inside. That kept me safe with no need to decide.
I have been born a thousand times. I have lived into these amazing times.
How does one transform the world.? Into it’s potential and power unfurled.
You always must begin with love. Reaching out with velvet gloves.
Opening up the light within. That inspires the soul and allows the wind.
The wind of love. The light of truth. Combine their forces and sneakily sleuth.
Into the patterns that hold life back. Breaking the dams to lay down new tracks.
But first there is always a flood, of feelings that have been previously judged.
Let go of right. Become the wrong. Give up your egos voice to your soul’s song.
Do you hear them all, up above? Shining a light into the doves.
The doves of peace you hold within. The messengers of truth where everyone wins.
This is the time. This is the place. Get ready because we are at the gate.
The gate that man must ultimately pass. To find fulfillment in joyous gasps.
What is beyond you cannot possibly control. It is ancient, timeless, and very old.
Old beyond this time and space. The originator of the universe is its face.
Allow that gift to shine again. Releasing fear and perceived sin.
We are evolving beyond the known. Into harmonies we are prepared to go.
Follow the tune of your hearts desire. Become the gift, which your soul never tires.
What else is there to do? It has finally gone beyond me or you.
Take a breath and finally let go. That is because it has always been so.

Shifting Moons Illuminate

Shifting moons illuminate the sky
Flows expand and the rivers fly.
His fingers dance to disengage my mind.
I surrender open to that self, divine.
She is right there enjoying the flow.
She knows how to trust and to let go.
Beyond the soul there is no doubt.
My spirit soars to sing and shout.
Magic moves within this night.
Letting go becomes delight.
His energy moves like forceful wind.
That gets in the cracks and blows warmth on my skin.
He coaxes and pushes me forward and back.
Loosening up the fears and lack.
Slowly they become elastic and warm.
The brittleness inside becomes a storm.
A storm of light explodes in the dark
Taking me beyond the self back to the spark.
To that original light that burned so bright.
From long ago with such foresight.
A part inside awakens to see.
A world beyond anything she thought it could be.
In this moment there is rest and trust.
In his touch a knowingness and love.
Love beyond attachment and illusion.
Love that is free from the human condition.
Something happens that the mind cannot grasp.
It is understanding that has no need to attach.
In this moment a book begins.
One that continues and never ends.
Consciousness is awareness. Love is light
They merged together and became insight.
Tonight was a rebirth of sorts.
I allowed in a new kind of support.
Masculine energy of focus and intent.
Directing me around my minds twisted bends.
What is true and what is right,
Is felt in my body with depth and respite.
Merged inside my humanness.
Finally gives way to love that is changeless.

Moving in the Direction of Headlessness

For a thousand years judgment has reined.
Murder and mayhem has caused so much pain.
Are we ever going to allow those to be?
Who want to create something more than they see?
I feel all the fighting. I hear so much noise.
I cannot yet be your picture of poise.
I did not come to fit into some mold.
I came back to integrate something new and untold.
I have been into the darkness of fear.
Held its hands and shed the tears.
All I want is to find the doors.
That held such promise with those I adored.
I just am looking to find the way home.
Maybe it does not exist and I am really alone.
All things change and those times are long dead.
Is it time to put those hopes to bed?
How do I deal with this pattern ahead?
I must let go of the past and listen instead.
I wait for something that is familiar of feel.
Safety and love is what does appeal.
How do I navigate this political maze?
Without setting everyone’s egos ablaze.
I love you all. Can you not feel my heart?
We are not separate. We are never apart.
I do not pretend to be so clear.
That I know all and I’m beyond all fear.
When one is drowning deep in the sea.
You care not how you get to the top and breathe.
You cannot be graceful. You will claw desperately and shove.
You reach for anything that will keep you above.


Once I can breath the air of awareness.
I might be able to become more headless.
Just like Chinnamunda who talks in my head.
She laughs at the challenges and says to chop butter instead.
She tells me to drop all doubts and to watch.
The hungry monkey’s who love to eat rocks.
She tells me it is all an experience of the mind.
It is not real so why let my soul grind.
Ordinary logic in this realm will not work.
Conventional concepts die in the rebirth.
Prajna she tries to place on my head.
But it is still attached to my body and not yet dead.
I offer my body up to all of those.
Who need to be nourished by the blood that flows.
I only now am tasting some elixir of bliss.
Regeneration and renewal I begin to kiss.
I am standing at the Tantric fountain of youth.
The liquid begins to restore some truth.
Psychic dissolution I begin to encounter.
It is the wellspring within that I need to look after.
To solve a riddle you must drop concepts now.
Nonduality can bloom flowers in a snowplow.
Thank you for trying to be patient with me.
Especially when I am still blind and cannot see.

The Smell of a Storm Filled Sky

I am the electric smell of a storm filled sky
The light released when a soul dies
Oh golden light of the polar sun
Aurora Borealis and I are one
I am the windy kiss on the mountain pass
That sends the prayers to heaven and back
My mind is filled with thoughts and songs
I hear them at night and all day long
The conscious stream is melting the snow
Purple light is letting go
Of all the knowledge held in the air
Trapped in ice awaiting the stare
Of love to warm and flow the light
Into the hearts of those who might
Be the keepers of the flame
That calls the wakeful to this conscious game.
Could it be? Is it really time?
For light to dance within solar time?
The lessons flow and the geese do fly
Above the mountains healing the sky
Sacred trusts from long ago
Awaken now and begin the flow
Back into the minds of men
Now man’s spirit begins to bend
Hearts and minds into the one
Rekindled passion with the fun
Love is play, love is light
Find it wherever you might
The geese do call out as they fly
Awakening those that look so high
One goose takes flight, then the next
Until the sky becomes the nest
Of those who know and want to rest
High above the safety is best
We know the route the pathway is clear
We follow the lakes that are the mirror
Of consciousness stored from long ago
It has never stopped it has always flowed
Even when men’s minds rejected
The feminine light of those they negated.
The magic and power that has always been
Bringing the balance back so then
We can come to return the gifts
Given to us within every kiss.

Earth Movements in the Now

Shifts happen as spontaneously as rainbows in storms.
They are intimately connected.
I am becoming one with the self within.
Cultural anchors become clearer.
Yet, they evaporate like mist in the dawning light of awareness.
Today breathes me.
Inward, outward the pulse of my heart reminds me.
Relaxing into the pushes and pulls of life I begin to flow.
Everything is beating to life’s demanding rhythm.
It will continue beyond humanity.
Beyond the beliefs and perspective that limit us.
We dance in the in-between.
That space that exists between birth an death.
So brief is that time, yet so vast are the possibilities.
Infinity exists in this moment.
Do you feel it calling out the options your mind rejects?
Life’s gift is not in the power but in the recognition of moments.
Each as precious as a snowflake in its uniqueness.
Each a jewel that can be revealed with calculated strokes of the master cutter.
Tomorrow does not exist when one connects to the ever present.
Light reminds us of the possibilities now.
To be like the plants and to not wait for tomorrows sun.
That is a good goal.
We are the pushes and pulls.
We are a part of this world regardless of the illusion our mind tells.
Yet, we can only move beyond by embracing what is.
Listen to the flow.
We are not separate.
Yet, we are infinitely more.
Fear stops us.
Mind refuses to move without answers.
How silly that seems in the greater pattern of life.
Surrendering into the now is as easy as breathing.
But it is difficult to breathe beyond self.
To breathe into everything and everyone in the letting go of separateness.
That is a game to challenge the dynamic force of the human spirit.

Freedom within the Bubble

What is it like to be totally free? I got a glimpse last night to see.
Within the context of love and heart, is a place where passion is truly art.
It is about connecting to what is really true. It no longer seems to be about me or you.
It is the place where love connects though the body and how it intersects.
Into the parts of little mind that do not let go and refuse to unwind.
I took a moment to just feel into another heart to see what it would reveal.
It was so tender. It was so sweet. I loved the feeling as it went so deep.
We talked and laughed. We had so much fun. It was easy to be and passionately run.

All the while I could feel all of your hearts. Connecting in to align my parts.
I appreciate the effort. I cannot imagine the skill that it takes to track my energies and still fulfill.
So many of you I sense and feel. Yet in a container I find myself sealed.
I poke and prod at these flexible walls. Did I put them up or are they from the master’s calls?
I do not remember placing them here. I think I am blocked to deal with my fears.
The voices are less and the sounds seem still. Do I need to find the way to take down what you built?
Sometimes my psychic skill is stronger than the space that I am attempting to move into and get through the gate.
Put me in a bubble I think you did. To block the voices that run in my head.
Letting in only bits of sound. Making it harder to slip around.
Those rules and regs that I want to shed. Like a hot coat being worn over my head.
Tricky you are and quite clever I must say. I did not anticipate this pattern or way of play.
I think I must keep a better eye on who. But is it one or many of you?
It is tough. Difficult to see. Especially when someone is hidden behind the rocks and debris.
I peek around but they move again. It is like chasing a ghost in a haunted glen.
But it is a fun game. Whoever you are. Because when I stop I can feel that you are never very far.

I probably need you to protect. I feel as if I am in the water up to my neck.
I am wiling to swim. I am strong at heart. My skill is not great and I am not very smart.
About this pattern in which I flow. But I am willing to learn to let go.
So thank you to who ever this is. I know you mean well and you are a whiz.
It is good to know that someone else knows the way. So I can trust and just allow the play.

Into Your Heart

Across this gap my heart does fly. Just like your eagle did to me in the sky.
Time means nothing. After all it is not real. Just an illusion so our hearts can feel.
And feel they do as they move beyond mind. Into the light where our hearts do shine.
I am the warrior on a dusty road. Searching for the one whom the magic was bestowed.
Tired and worn I continue on. I will not stop until I find the dawn.
It is the light that shines from you eyes. That inspires my devotion and quivers my thighs.
My earth reaches up to caress your hand. I know I am not worthy of what I demand.
But ask I will, as I know what is true. The passion I feel I cannot subdue.
You feel it as powerfully as do I. No matter what, this truth cannot be denied.
Through darker times than many remember here. We stepped forward and faced great fear.
Battles have raged and swords have tasted blood. Our lives have spilled into the crimson mud.
Willingly we have given all that we had. We have been the good and we embraced the bad.
Tomorrow comes as a hopeful breath. I come as a voice to bring balance in death.
To the old the change has come. To the new it is time to run.
Into the freedom that is your right. Passions power and earthly delight.
Will you help me find the way home? It is my work. It is my tome.
Loneliness has been my companion and mate. But now it is time to move to another gate.
I have traveled this path for long enough. I have learned what I can and it has made me tough.
But now I yearn to let it all go. I need not struggle to find your flow.
It whispers to me across time and space. It has eased my burden and shown me grace.
Into your arms I willingly fall. I do not need to struggle or crawl.
I trust in your heart to create the path. That leads me to your honeyed bath.
You have created so much up to this point. I have no doubt that you will not disappoint.
You are my master. I am but your slave. I will give you what your heart does crave.
Divine light in the passions play. Beauties arranged in an endless array.
My mind gets stuck and does not know how to begin. But my heart knows the way as you are under my skin.
I feel you so strongly in my chest that every breath feels like your souls caress.
You soothe my soul. You stoke my fires. I writhe in ecstasy and burn with desires.
The heat is so great it is purple like the flame, of a raging fire with no thought or shame.
What I feel is so real and true that it can only be relieved by the touch of you.
So I sit still and smolder here. Burning embers of a love so sincere.
That whether or not our lips should touch, my fire will hang on to your hand and clutch.
Into your heart I die today. Because of that I will never be far away.
Love like ours is so great and strong, it melts the stones and inspires the songs.
I hear the voices of those whose hearts do know. What is above is in the earth below.
The time has come. The earth is there. We all have been chosen to begin this affair.
I am the blood that beats in your heart. You are the light that illuminates the dark.
Come my love and taste your fruit. It is all around you in any flavor you suit.
I will create any treat you want. Beauty and light or yearning and want.
I offer up all these delicious treats. Savory and salty or delightfully sweet.
But most of all Kiri reaches out to you. She wants give you something anew.
A treasure that has waited throughout endless times. To find the moment that inspires the chimes.
The bells do clang so loud in her world. The moment is coming and she has something to unfurl.
Twists and turns do wrap things around. But she knows what she wants and she knows what you have found.
So take this moment to breath deeply in. As this will move quickly once it does begin.
With her claws she is ripping away the sublime. Opening a pathway to which I will climb.
To the top as that is where you are. I know you are close as I can touch the stars.
So tonight, dear one, rest in peace and light. I am climbing the stairs to your great height.

Touch Me Now. Touch Me Again.

Kisses brought from far away, invade my mind and enliven my day.
Without you my life is but a film, I am a pot without a kiln.
You are the fire that strengthens my clay. You are the light that guides my way.
Without your sun, my moon cannot illuminate their dark. Without your heart, my energy has no spark.
What is the point without loves push and pull. I am but emptiness that longs to be full.
Within your heart you hold the key. That knows the passion I long to be.
Touch me now, touch me again. With your protection I can sustain.
Storms have raged, winds have torn, rocks have broken, hearts have morned.
Yet, your heart has ever been, connected to mine in time with no end.
Tomorrow will come and the past will dissolve. You show me how to feel resolve.
Let me caress you with my delight. There are so many things I want to excite.
Trembling I await your touch again. Even though I know not when.

Riding the Crest of the Memories of the Past

In my mind I thought it was you. But I was so scared so afraid to move.
I did not know for sure as I thought it was a dream. As I have mistaken the real for the unseen.
Endless fear had trapped my mind. Endless clutter from the past had made me blind.
But you are right. It is not yet the right time. I know that completely but still I pine..
I know that I am never totally alone. I know that we are all one giant stone.
My ego pulls in endless waves tossing me about whenever I crave.
I am choosing to let it all go. My life, my past, my endless woes.
I do realize that they are not real. Yet the pull is strong for their joys and thrills.
I can still see the value in it all. Reflections of suffering can still enthrall.
I do know that they are all God. They are all me, they are all just facades.
Yet still I live in this earthly trap. I know it has value. I know it is a map.
Just to let go of what I think, would be proof of a freedom from which I would readily drink.
I would take you, just as you are. That is how I remember it. We had nothing but the stars...
We did not need anything else. For many days we played with the elf’s.
I remember a trance so deep. I sat in your lap and we did not sleep.
Twenty one days did we stay is that place. Your lips touching mine. Your breath in my face.
Riding the crest of an even increasing wave. Of conscious pleasure, torment, and pain.
It was bliss. I remember it so clear. Your strength had entered me like a lighted spear.
It was life. It was complete. It was suffering. It was so sweet.
I still am adjusting to this expanded suffering humanity creates. I do not remember needing to cause this much pain to reach a gate.
That was because our lives were so difficult then. Pain was normal it happened again and again.
To cultivate the art of greater suffering did not occur. Acceptance was all we had to defer.
If this life is there to show, how to open to this place I do not know.
I will watch, observe, and see. Life teaches me something that I have not yet freed.
I do know that time will tell. What is joy is also hell.
Interwoven they will always be.. What has dark is also beauty.
You are the dark that holds the light. I am the emotion that flows in the night.
Together we will find what I lack. It should be easy because everything is cracked.
As I let go of safety and form. Everything will change and there will be a new norm.
I sit and learn that it is valuable to wait. Even if my mind will not abate.
Trust in you is all I know. That is why I will await your flow.

Close and Far

But as much as Kiri likes to play the game of lust. My heart still yearns for your depth and touch.
What makes me so happy on the inside is the connection of spirit that we cannot hide.
My heart aches so deeply that it cracks and groans. All the while my body writhes and moans.
It is you, my sweet, that knows what they do not. We are something that cannot be bought.
The tears inside swell up and seize around my lungs and tightly squeeze.
It has been so hard to know how to move off this high plateau.
I know I am moving. I know you are proud. I know I am difficult. I know I am loud.
But it is you that I want and will go to all this trouble for. It is your heart that beats so loud that I cannot ignore.
I know without everyone this could not have been. I am so grateful that they have helped us to win.
But until I feel your hand in mine. Until my breathe and yours combine.
I cannot rest or stop this race. But I have a rhythm and I can keep up this pace.
I visualize what that moment will be like. Do you also dream of it at night?
Completion finally of a long awaited date. A moment in time when two move beyond fate.
It is our spirits that dance and play. Combined and blended into this complex display.
I feel you cock so hard and strong. Seek me out in the darkness beyond.
Beyond the dance of light and dark. There is only the spark of our heart..
We move towards that in endless waves. We are the heat that bodies crave.
In all my lips I hold you close. I smell your sex with my cosmic nose.
When in real life our bodies combine something magical will finally unwind.
At this time I have no great skill of sexual prowess from a passion mill.
But I have a love that beats so hard it has carried us beyond this planet and stars.
But I can remember everything. With your love the memories will spring.
From a depth of times long past of all the skills that have remained masked.
I cannot wait to play and explore at all the places where our passion is stored.
Know that I am one side of a heart that cannot beat until your part starts.
With your rhythm I am compelled to move. Then there are only ways to improve.
I want to explore your endless curves. The way you move. The way to serve.
You are my king it is to you I bow. Even if they will not yet allow.
Each morning as the sun does rise. Know that it is you I see when I open my eyes.
You are the light that fills my day. You are the beam of light that guides my way.
Through the dark places of karmic dread. Through the illusions that lived in my head.
I see your light shine through the rocks. That seemed to be some sort of internal blocks.
But because of you I could see some light. Piercing through my internal fright.
The way is opening the passage way is expanding. And with that comes a new understanding.
I send you kisses on this glorious day. As you are close even if I am still away.

The Land Of Kiri

Do you hear the dragon’s call? Or all the demons in
their thrall?
We love to sit and feel the flow that sits in darkness
deep below.
Many humans try to believe that the time of demons is
a past naïve.
We just sit and laugh at what, the humans think they
have managed to shut.
We are still here. We have not gone. We control the
world from your front lawn.
All your monsters come dance on my feet. Drink my
blood and then eat your sleep.
You are afraid of those things hidden in your dark.
We watch you constantly and make remarks.
We marvel that your denial is so thick that regardless
of truth to the lies you stick.
In your mind you want to stay. If you keep busy you
might keep us at bay.
But we were here before there was you. This is our
world that we choose to let you view.
What exists beyond the light? We hide in the shadows
and feed on your blight?
We have been here since the beginning of time. This
is our place and it is divine.
It was you that wanted to explore, the parts of
reality that you had previously ignored.
We welcomed you in. It has been such fun. You are
trapped on this planet with no place to run.
So into your mind and ego you went. To create endless
thoughts and mental torment.
We have observed with great interest this path. You
made up stories of pain and wrath.
How you like to feel the pain. Yet how you want the
negative slain.
We love the suffering it feeds our soul. So we are
the bad and we willingly take that role.
You cannot resist my endless call. We entice you in
and let you fall.
In the drama such stories you create. You make us
powerful, immortal, and great.
We love you more than you can presently understand.
Without your resistance life would be much more bland.
The less you want to acknowledge we are here. We feed
more strongly off your light and fear.
So ignore us more and continue to resist. We like the
nectar of when you are pissed.
In the darkness we are relaxed and wait. Because the
only way out is through our gate.

Dreams Flow in the Night-The Woman of Light and the Man of Delight

I saw her sitting in the clouds. I saw the man with the fine beard in the crowds
Last night they took me to my mother’s home. It was there we could finally be alone.
He touched my face and then I knew, there was not one man but suddenly two.
Two great men who came to connect, me back into the past respect.
I did not know why they had come. In the dream I insisted that they were wrong.
They simply smiled, one stood, one sat. I know that I feel asleep in his lap.
It felt so good. I felt at home. The house was empty but I was not alone.
I awoke with a great start. Many were coming to take part.
I did not know why they were all here. I wondered why so many were near.
I woke myself up to see the dark. But luminescence still clung to my head and heart.
I am so grateful to finally know, that many are there to help me flow.

Daughters of Mara

How am I doing? I don’t really know.
I am out so far that I have to let go.
It does not feel bad but I feel so alone.
I know this is the way I have to go home.
I want to relax and just not mind,
To know what’s ahead and leave the past behind.
I can see myself at the summit mountain top.
I do not feel as if I know how to stop.
The dakini’s call out so loudly in my mind.
I know that I have to go to that place in another time.
My guts know that I cannot refuse,
The dakini’s that protect those treasures anew.
But how can I do all that I see ahead?
I decide to not worry and look to each step instead.
I know what the goal ultimately is.
To be connected to everyone in bliss.
I feel like I am in a vehicle of light.
That has no brakes to reverse my plight.
I want to awaken and become entirely sane.
That does not mean that anything I do will appear the same.
I know that I am confused but that makes the path suddenly clear.
There is only one way so there is no need to steer.
The daughters of Mara call out for me to take a break.
But there is no time and I do this not for my sake.
Do you see the light coming in from the east?
My mind’s protection blocks the beast.
The ego’s territory seems very cheap.
That is why Tantra is called a great feast.
Where is the one who holds the crazy wisdom?
It is only through him (her) that I will receive the transmission.
I surrender open and trust the universe.
It might be wonderful or the reverse.
It does not matter which way it goes.
The ego is the only one who cares to know.
The teacher has put my snake in a tube.
He (she) knows which end to open and use.
I feel claustrophobic from this point of view.
Yet, it is a delightful gift in which to be amused.
I am tapping into areas which had been left alone.
But this is exciting and tremendously fun.
I suddenly feel in league with death.
It is what will happen regardless of my depth.
Depth is an illusion that means nothing in time.
Compassion is the key that will help my soul unwind.

Masters, Tigers, Lions, Eagles, and Dragons

Master teacher far away, why can you not come today?
Master teacher deep within, show me the place where I should begin.
Tiger spirit deep in my legs. Help me let go of my plagues.
Tiger spirit deep within. Give me courage so I need not win.
Snow lion in my hips. I wait with longing your wet kiss.
Snow lion deep within, give me permission to yearn within.
Eagle bird within my chest. Let out my compassion so my heart can rest.
Eagle bird deep within, call my soul back again.
Dragon spirit so bold and bright, illuminate my darkness back to light.
Dragon spirit deep within, you bring awareness into the places so dim.

Om Ma Ra Ti Shir Lam Dri An
Pa Gher Ra Na Pad Ma Om

Songs that Flow From Masters Past

Ten thousand songs, a million thoughts, cram my brain in endless lots.
What does it mean? I do not know. Is it from me or the endless flow?
It is continuity of masters long past. Their thoughts condensed in an endless mass.
It is a place within to reach and strive. Above the heads of our mindless lives.
If we get still we all can hear, their thoughts and truths that calm the fears.
Into the light I go and wait, for the masters to come and open the gates.
The gates of peace, the gates of bliss. The silence that I continue to miss.
But in those moments of sleep and dreams, it seems all clear and perfectly seamed.
Yet when I wake up the density returns. I must now move to open and learn.
I am ready of open but the path is confused. It is the essence of Tantra to bemuse.
With humor and grace I attempt to flow. Regardless of the eddies that want to pull me below.
Within the light the truth exists. Yet I am here and there is nothing amiss.
Patience is a virtue but its time is long past. I want to remember and feel my mind grasp.
To hold the knowledge clearly again. Complete and whole beneath my skin.
Geninma talks to Lyra in my sleep. They talk in riddles endlessly.
In the quiet mountains of the pure sky, they stand so firm with hearts that fly.
In the vastness of infinity they unite the skill, of wisdom that heals like a magical pill.
Liberation is not reached by taking the wrong path. With minds endless distractions there is no good in that.
The human mind mimics a parrot’s squawk, but enlightenment requires one to suppress those thoughts.
Into the master above I trust. I feel their clarity and know their love.

Being, Allowing, and Listening

Be like the wind and care not about direction. Instead enjoy the views and visions that are manifested beneath you in wonder.
Be like the ocean, deep and vast, forever changing. Allow all the possibilities within you to be in the balance of acceptance.
Be like the dawn that brings light and renewal to all beings. Just as the awakening must come to all that sleep within the darkness of samsara.
Be like the vulture that lives off death. You too can turn the densest aspects within you into vitality that can allow you to fly and find freedom.
Be like the mountain, strong and unwavering in your commitments to the possibilities of conscious clarity.
Allow the rivers of your life to be wide and expansive, so that your experiential plain is fertile and abundant.
Allow the sunlight of your higher awareness to caress you from above. You are the light that can illuminate and allow the seeds of bliss to grow and cultivate within you.
Allow the predator within you to stalk about. Let it feed on those aspects that are suffering and in pain.
Allow the moment to complete the process of blooming. Knowing that every death is an opportunity for the experience of no-birth.
Allow the ice within you to scrap away the ego’s need to appear in certain ways. Thus bringing you back to your original self without all the trappings of identity.
Listen to the whispered knowledge within you heart
Listen to the words but know that they are illusions within the mind.
Listen to the sound of the wind in the sky. It leads the way to ease and effortlessness.
Listen to the silent power within the body. It needs only to be and express itself in ways that inspire others.
Listen to the shared heartbeat of life. We are all connected and are already experiencing this moment as bliss if we open to that perspective right now.

The Calling Of My Heart

What once was has come and gone. What comes now has stepped beyond.
Beyond the concepts of patterns long past. Regenerating new life from the ash.
Being here I feel the flow. Is it someone from the past I know?
Dressed in colors of a peacock, I search for the ones who have my hearts’ lock.
Within the time of form and flow, I feel for those whom I long and know.
I feel into this confident part. She wants to run before the race starts.
How is it that I am here? In this place there is no fear.
The strings reach out from the harp within. Catching reframes of those who have been.
It is a symphony of which I am a part. We are here to bring back a sensual art.
Art that has no form in time and space. It is simply the pulse of the universal gates.
But in this place its shape moves and bends, into forms with unlimited ends.
Nothing matters, as nothing is real. So why not grab the illusions I feel.
I breathe in this salty air. It caresses my skin and blows at my hair.
I feel my self unraveling the tight cords. Something relaxes the mental hoards.
This is a good place to finally be. Beyond my minds stormy sea.
I feel my heart yearn for everything. All the pleasure and all the pain.
Pain is not what we have been told it is. It is simply the soul’s resistance to what could be bliss.
But the mind loves to control and argue it’s case. It desires to win and control its base.
Its base of reality that keeps the illusion of the truth, from breaking the soul through to eternal freedom and youth.
Not the youth that is wasted on the young. But the youth that experiences all of life as fun.
Remember when you saw life with the eyes of wonder. That part is still there if you reach inside and under.
Under your minds endless chatter that distracts you from what really matters.
Deep within the pain is bliss. Deep inside there is nothing amiss.
So I am here. So where are you? I wait in the bar under the sunny blue.

Twin Hearts

Bursting sesame seeds of light and love.
Games playing out with silken gloves.
Connecting hearts over times beyond.
Feeling places that love and long.
It is you I can feel within.
You and I as if twins.
Two sides of a massive coin.
That connects the web I long to join.
I am not separat even now.
We are connected by a sacred Tao.
Know as always I feel you heart.
We beat as one to assist the start.
The beginning of something unfolding in the flow
A gift beyond thought and the need to know.
I thank you for being the one to reach.
Into the sewer to grab the peach.
The sweetness is yours to taste and enjoy.
I am doing my best to not stress and annoy.
I feel the rules that are bending the branch.
But the trees are strong on this great ranch.
The branches have entwined for so very long.
We support each other as we all belong.

The Cave Of Light

Many are dancing in the cave of light. The time is coming. This time is right.
Beyond the mind the gurus songs, ignite the memories of times beyond.
In the peaceful stillness everyone waits. They hear the trumpets and open the gates.
Hidden still are the treasures of times past. Recovered now from the ancient maps.
In the western shores of the glacial lake, two rivers connect at the waterfall’s gate.
This is the time when the waters ebb and do not flow. This is why now it is the time to go.
The casket is hidden in the cave behind, the water’s fall that protected the stones aligned.
In the convergence of now and then, the song opens and will be heard again.
Crickets sing to let you know. There is something behind the water’s flow.
The weather that day will be bright and blue, after a storm 3 days that blew.
The wind will strip you bare of thought. The rain will wash away the karmic blot.
At the feet of the Lama you lay it down. It is his job to reveal its sound.

I Sit At The Crystal Gate

Crimson cords transform the light into colors more bold and bright.
Feeling your heart I cross beyond form into the energy that transects the norm.
How I yearn to be in the space where your hands can touch my upturned face.
I hold you so deeply within my soul. We are something so ancient, something so old.
Yet in your arms I am reborn, into a light before it was scorned.
Scorched and burned my life has been. But I am remembering a place before those bends.
Remember how the road was so clear. The sky was so blue. The memory of us. The memory of you.
There you were standing in my open door. Asking if I was that ready to explore.
Those were not your words, of course. They were whispered in the wind as you came through with a force.
I looked up and saw your face. With those penetrating eyes and wisdomed grace.
Immediately I felt a calm flow through the room. I wanted to jump into your arms and fly to the moon.
But my feet felt stuck so strong to the earth. The Goddess was holding me still for all she was worth.
“Be still my daughter he must come to you. Allow him a moment to feel you through.”
I felt your touch like a conscious kiss; explore my depth deep into my abyss.
How do we walk again in this time and place? I choose to open and not defend my case.
How do you describe a taste so sweet to others who know not of spiritual feats?
When life has been such bitter tears. Sweetness is savored for thousands of years.
You are such a dessert again in this life. One that is not eaten until it is ripe.
Cascading waters fall over my head. The glaciers had melted and the waters were dead.
I took the most precious part of us and tucked it away in the cave of love.
I kept my heart safe and clear of all this conflict and all the fear.
I feel her fly and come home to roost. Now that you are here I feel my energy boost.
It is delicious, is it not, to smell the feast, before the tongue can taste the treats.
I am sending you the first spoonful of my eternal light. I am wanting to torture you with more of my delight.
We have waited long enough, don’t you think? Shortly we need to take a long and extended drink.
Like camels we have walked through the desert of life. We are each other’s oasis of water and light.
I want to drink you deeply down. Only then will I know you have been found.
When I sit in your strength and presence, it is easy for me to find my way back to my essence.
You center me with the clarity of your light. My heart is exploding and I am giving you my delight.
Feel me, hold me, touch me, mold me. Let me become more than the history told of me.
The depth is endless, the waters deep. The cosmic heart dances to only one beat.
I ripple and wave with each touch. More and more opens as we expand with this love.
Can you feel my heart pounding in my chest? Stretching out to you as I reach the crest.
I ride the wave of the eternal one. I am her daughter. You are his son.
Together we move with the rhythm and flow of the energetic pulses that make the universe go.
No one is separate from that flow. They just forgot and let the knowing go.
We are one of the many here that want to awaken others to remember and hear.
We can move the universe and never touch. But so more can be accomplished if we are allowed that much.
The time is soon. But the time is not now. We are close even if we know not how.
So I sit again at the crystal gate. Until the moment when the stars realign our fate.

The Tiger Has You In Her Sight

Making love on this day, something could not be kept at bay.
She opened her eyes and leapt out of my face. Taking a good look at this space.
Is it time to be totally let out? She had to see for herself without a doubt.
She coiled her muscles and sprang forth. Out of my face to stand center court.
Sizing up this space and time. Testing the air and smelling the pines.
Powerful forces rippled through the air as she looked down at this man and stared.
In one felled swoop she let go with some force. Something powerful but to her it was sport.
Then she was gone. She moved back into the shadows. But she is sill watching in the darkened hallows.
I watched in awe as she orchestrated this dance. It was her moment a place to enhance.
It got my attention. Of that there is no doubt. Something beyond me had decided to come out.
Some things sizzle. Some things burn. She is ancient full of wisdom well learned.
Her strong presence singles a turn. A clock strikes the hour. A key is turned.
Lineages come and concepts turn. A doorway opens and time is no longer firm.
In this moment the sands do shift. Yet out of the desert emerges a gift.
Folded papers uncurl in her fire. Revealing much about light and desire.
We are but paper caught in the fire of life. Struggling to survive in a hopeless plight.
The fire will consume you one day, you know. Why resist when there is only one place to go.
Endless chatter ignores the truth. We are one fire caught in this loop.
The loop continues as long as you resist. Surrender the fear and just open in bliss.
You are the fire you try to suppress. You are that light released in your best.
You are the heat the powers the sun. You are the force that moves as one.
When you deny all that you are. You curl into ash and never ignite into stars.
It is your choice. Resist as long as you can. But this has been the way before there was man.
You can be the next great wave of change. A fiery ignition to transforming pain.
Pain of loss. Pain of fear. Pain of trying. Pain of tears.
You are not the pain. You are all God. We can become conscious awareness emerged from frogs.
Take this moment to step beyond your mind. You are the endless bliss for which you pine.
The wait can stop. The joy can begin. It is up to you to allow the burning to begin.
Burn up the past. Release the light. Of which you have held onto forever so tight.
Who are you with no shame or doubt? A gift of consciousness and ego without.
Without the ego you see no despair. You are all wonderful full of depth and care.
Why do you look for anything but this? In this moment is eternal bliss.
Step outside and breathe in the fresh air. You are ready and the earth is right there.
The earth is ready for you to step up. Stand on this ground and let it rise you above.
Without this place the game would be no fun. You need the resistance to feel the freedom to run.
You want to run from the truth of yourself. But it is too late you are revealed and felt.
I feel you all and you cannot escape my grasp. I have you in sight and finally in my grasp.

Mermaid Nagas

Mermaids circle all around in murky water greenish brown.
At first I think that they are large mouthed fish until I reach out and they turn and spin with their stance amiss.
I realize they are Naga’s unlike any before; they are ferociously guarding a sacred door.
One looks at me, threatens and glares. Unwilling to give up what she declares.
She has been its guardian for long times past. It is hers to release if the tests I pass.
She need not bend the waters declare. She looks at me with an endless stare.
The water is unclear it hides the glass. That holds the magic that she protectively cast.
Her hair floats within her gravity less realm. She holds the key and she is at the helm.
Disdainfully she leans in and shows a sharp-toothed smile. She need not budge an inch or a mile.
Acrimoniously she stands her ground. My way is blocked by her powers unbound.
In the water the sounds are hushed. Water mutes and intensifies the rush.
How do you hear with ears of man? You cannot. You must open into the rivers land.
Red sunflowers dance in the stream. Of cosmic passion flowing beams.
I know not what to do or say. We stand still floating in this dreamscapes play.
I move close to feel her depth. She swims around and bites my neck.
Blood pours out from every pore. I am swimming in my own lifebloods store.
I become the rivers crimson shore. The sounds pulsate and I am no more.
I float into the river of life. To be consumed to the fishes delight.
Darkness flows within my veins. Power, passion, truth, and pains.
Floating in this detached way. I no longer care as I see there is no way.
The path is gone the rivers have changed. They hold new rocks, fresh water, and names.
Buried somewhere in this place is the energy of all life’s eternal grace.
It must change just like this rivers shore. The waters cut to reveal always more.
She stares now into my dead eyes at last. It opens a door and a new light is cast.
Before me stands a metallic light. Expansive potential of unclouded might.
A blank canvas of a crystal wall surrounds me like a giant ball.
The past to you is dead and gone. Let it go and find something beyond.
Caravans of lives mean nothing now. It is only through integrating that life rebounds.
Life is created, mutated, and formed, by the hearts that love it into being born.
What is it that we choose to create? Take this moment and experience its state.
In this place I open my hand. Come join me in this creative plan.
Let us all together do. It is then more than me or you.
Have we not danced in this endless place? Can we not learn to co-create?
All it takes is the willingness to change. Just like the river and cut through the plain.
It may take time. It may be slow. I am not scared. Are you ready to go?
Let us leap into the rocky terrain. Cut our way into another refrain.
Together we can merge and change the flow of this river all the way below.
Try not to think. Just let it flow. We do better if we feel and do not really know.
Creation has its own chaotic plan. You give it life and it unfolds its own land.