Cosmic Reminder

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Jul 30, 2017
Cosmic Reminder

A cosmic reminder

awakening in the middle of the night

Thinking of a shooting star and seeing one

A wink from the mysteries

or sometimes when they embrace

with those compound synchronicities

a thought and then multiple meaningful moments

that stretch beyond the realm of possibility

to tell you that we have a trickster in our midst

that song title that displays itself in affirmation of the preceding thought

or a shooting star that of all the moments you could have awoken

you witness

Some say you only see synchronicities because you are looking for them

others see a gold and think it to be dog shit

Maybe I am mad for believing that some force is presenting itself in front of me

or Maybe they are mad for taking something so magical and reducing it to dust

But alas Dust, what a mystical thing that is

A post card from the past to the present

To tell you that it once existed

Dust, made up of elements of all the life that have lived

and dirt

dirt both tomb and womb of life

when I die, burn my shell and place my ashes at the base of a tree

the abandoned shell of a hermit soul

watch a fairy ring take hold at that spot

as my final wink and a nod that there is more to this all

 

I am on a spiritual journey of involution by loving the pieces of me fractured by past actions into the alchemical gold needed to fill the cracks.

Meditate on Madness

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May 26, 2017
Meditate on Madness

A Train of Thought Poem

I meditate on Madness

To tell you where I’ve been

words cannot express

The landscapes held within

Pristine, Perfect, Paradise

Decaying, Desolate, Death

I choose heaven or hell

with every single breath

Any thought I follow

Can lead me where it will

I have to lead my thoughts

I have taken the red pill

no antidote for knowing

can’t unsee the seen

The curtain it was lifted

I saw behind the scenes

Am I the dream or the dreamer

The butterfly or the man

A puppet, prince or pauper

are the same where I stand

in middle earth, I meddle

for Tathagata,  I toil

in metamorphosis, I exist

my chrysalis the soil

my soul was stained by actions

currently, I soak in bleach

I came as I was

This was out of my reach

No Mud, No Lotus

No Madness, No sanity

No Magic, No Hocus Pocus

No Dreams, No Calamity

No anguish, No peace

My body is the living tomb

of my eternal spark

the leash of infinity

my human walks me in the park

I came from nothing

to return to everything

this life is the transition

a footnote worth mentioning

in between joy anger and sadness

I meditate on Madness

 

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Desert Breeze ( A train of thought Poem)

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May 10, 2017
Desert Breeze

The desert breeze it greets me

Like an old forgotten friend

The dust of who I was

Is floating on the wind

I inhale the memories

Of the person, I escaped

Those broken bits fill the cracks

Of who I am today

A shaman wise fool poet

Knowing to unknow

The parched stars twinkle above

In the arid abyss below

This blackness contorts the mountains

To these 2d silhouettes

The demons of who I was

Breathing down my neck

Alone at this mountain top

Alone when down below

Alone in all realms

Not alone in my soul

Connected when I breathe

To all the life that’s lived

I inhale my ancestors

someone will one day breathe me in

 

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An Invisible Path ( A train of thought poem)

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Apr 28, 2017
An Invisible Path

An invisible path to nowhere and everywhere

It is both where the sidewalk ends and begins

Infinite grains of sand falling

into limitless eternity

having found the traces of

the ethereal graffiti of my past carnations

I ebb both towards the shore and the sea

this body is a driftwood canoe

my soul the waves soaking into the sand

I am both a piece of everything and a piece of nothing

slow vibration condensed into matter

my tonality has been imprinted on this existence

before I as I currently am existed

It was a matter of the tuning fork of my soul

connecting to forgotten frequencies

Frequently I find in Familiar new places

Not in Deja Vu but Deja New

Similar places to where I once roamed

but also in new physical existence

Lost locations in new creations

I have finished my puzzle by losing its pieces

Having viewed the veil of the mysteries

and sneaking a peak of profound proportions

I am perplexed by the simplicity of it all

The ultimate knowing is knowing it ultimately unknowable

Through my own loss, I have gained

Through my own gain, I have lost

I inhabit the hallowed halls

of the invisible mystery schools

but I have to run

I’m late for class

 

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Light Seed

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Apr 21, 2017
Light Seed

In the depths of my darkness

a seed of light was planted

it took root in the ruthless soil

of a toxic mind and soul

the tender tendrils of illumination

searched through soul scars

finding purchase in the putrid parts

through organic natural processes

ethereal enzymes eliminated the toxins

the mud puddle of my mind cleared

only after I stopped thrashing in the silt

The seed was love

The seed was hope

the seed was strength

The seed was purpose

The seed was life

It could only thrive in the correct conditions

can only be cultivated in confusion and calamity

order out of chaos

pleasure from pain

life from death

Sacred from profane

joy from misery

water from flame

light from dark

I chose to be warrior priest in a garden

While I waged tireless wars against myself

The internal landscape became unkempt

the streams became clogged

the land became swamps

riddled with reptiles, insects, pestilence

a hurricane ignited a wildfire

the force of water cleared some debris

the fire burned the rest

this seed of light grew through the skull of my former self

an ever unfolding lotus in a tranquil meadow stream

surrounded by fragrant flowers

Honeysuckle, violets, Jasmine, Rose and orchids

The fruit of the pomegranate and apple trees

mature in the orchards of infinity

Although I know not the date or times

Who I am now has lived on this earth before

in darker times and brighter ones

when the conditions exist

I am reanimated into the souls

the broken, the bleak, the black

this may be one of my last existences

but I may propagate new seeds through soul sex

the pollinators of my purpose are my words and actions

will I achieve my purpose of spreading my experience

sharing the unwritten laws and the initiation into the invisible mystery schools?

Who is to say I haven’t already achieved this?

Regardless if I alone can or do, I am not the only seed of light that has sprouted.

Countless others exist and have been successful

When I slip into infinity crumbled to the dust of eternity

My legacy won’t ever be understood by material eyes

In the eyes of the All I will have achieved my purpose

To blossom, To share, To die, To return.

The cycle of a seed fulfilled.

 


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A Beast Inside ( A train of thought poem)

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Apr 5, 2017
A Beast inside

A beast inside is breathing

roused from tranquilized sleep

into my mind he claws

surviving on my peace

he is my oldest enemy

I used to think him a friend

from his slumber, he has arisen

to come face me  again

Many times I had tried to trap him

every time he did escape

He and I are in the arena

the outcome rests in fate

I have sharpened my arrows

and honed my skill

He won’t surrender

He must be killed

His heart beat is anxiety

His mind is made of muck

His blood is my tears

His every breath says ” You’re not enough”

His Aura is fear

His eyes reflect death

His mouth is a sneer

To reason his ears are deaf

This once thought friend

Who is a foe

We have battled for many years

He chased me to the ends of the earth

and he found me here

He doesn’t know I’ve been training

He doesn’t know I’ve got support

He doesn’t know I’ve been praying

He doesn’t know I’ve found worth

We may dance until I die

and fall in times abyss

He may chase after me

my whole life was preparing for this

the ever looming battle

before gray dawn may break

failure is not an option

my future is at stake

So before the twilight I am humbled

I wait for the trumpets of war

In my temple, I am praying

While he gnaws at its doors

A beast inside has arisen

That beast was always me

I was the one who raised him

I set him free

It is my time to right my wrongs

and sneak into his soul

to bring him peace and tranquility

illuminate a beast inside

 


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The Eye of the Storm

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Mar 28, 2017

The Eye of the Storm

I woke up this morning

from a recurring dream

my mind had been a swamp

murky, dark, humid, hot

and in it, I was lost

In the midst of my internal everglades

I was neck deep in the stagnant cloudy waters

Beneath the surface lay a breeding ball of snakes

writhing around my body

in any available space, I could feel the death rolls

of crocodiles and alligators

that huddled, crowded, cold-blooded movement

echoed throughout my rotting soul

In the distance was a hurricane

it came progressively closer

I could smell the salt on its winds

and taste the electricity in its air

The stagnant waters became turbulent

A lightning bolt ignited the thick damp over brush on the bank

I was trapped in the water, imprisoned by a multitude of monsters

multiplying my misery in each movement and moment

The ever increasing pitch began to manifest more natural disasters

Tornados trampled across the burning landscape

flinging flaming debris into distant recesses of my mind

As the Mental Appocaplyse reached its crescendo

the earth shook toppling trees and splitting soil

The reptiles wrapped themselves tighter around my body

the frenzy of their movements magnified

The twitching of their tails enticed a Tsunami

Amidst the burning, churning, spinning, shaking, misery of my mind

A ray of hope pierced the veil for one moment

Only within that ray of hope that engulfed me

did the waters stop swirling, did the earth stop trembling,

did the fires become smothered, did the winds stop their insanity

In that moment of calm, the eye of the storm, I found my peace

Only to be swallowed by a tidal wave

And in the death of my dream, I woke up here

my eyes opened in heaven, the life after death

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Mountains in My Mind ( A poem)

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Mar 21, 2017

Mountains in my mind

mountains in my mind

The most dangerous terrain

It holds the richest jewels

the source of the deepest pain

I can climb for many days

In one Instant I can slip

to bounce upon the rocks

and plunge into its pits

It is misery and joy

It is heaven and is hell

It is liberation

It is a prison cell

Do I rest in its valleys?

or relentlessly approach the peak?

Do I utter words of reverence?

Alas I cannot speak

How do you explain something

to those who can’t understand

you turn it into art

and let destiny take your hand

The mountain is endless

at both the peak and the base

for above the peak rests another

into limitless space

The higher I climb

The greater the fall

The lower I stay

The smaller the awe

I can be at the base

in endless amounts of fear

or I can summit the summitless

before I disappear

My memory will fade

from the lips and minds of men

I will live on in infinity

In the light that is within

 

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Fire Dance of Creativity

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Mar 9, 2017

Spark of Creativity

from ashes, I have risen

to ashes, I shall return

no matter of destination

in the interim, I burn

a billion times a billion

stars inside my mind

they are the source of light

causing my soul to shine

I dance amongst the flames

A whirling dervish

with no religion

A spiritual being

thankful for what I’ve been given

I create to free my soul

from the shackles of my flesh

I create to become whole

in those moments I am the best

I create to inspire

I create to bring peace

I create because I desire

To be more man than beast

So dance upon my pyre

We will sing a cheerful dirge

As the flames reach ever higher

Our former selves are purged

We dance for we are living

We dance for we will die

We dance while we are on the earth

We dance when we return to infinite sky

We are the crazy children

of infinity

We are the crazy children

imprisoned to be set free

dance within your speaking

dance within your acts

dance within your paintbrushes

dance within your pacts

You are an eternal ember

that dances in the flames

while this fire will burn out

it will be restored again

Nothing is ever lost

It just changes shape

fire to smoke into infinity

a chain that never breaks

 

 

I am on a spiritual journey of involution by loving the pieces of me fractured by past actions into the alchemical gold needed to fill the cracks.

Hidden galaxies – A mantra poem of peace and truth

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Jan 30, 2017

Hidden galaxies is a mantra/poem based on the tarot card reading for the week of 1/30/2017 – 2/5/2017.   These tarot reading based poems and mantras are not just useful for the week of the reading but whenever they apply to your life.  I suggest if this resonates with you to bookmark it and save it for later.

Hidden Galaxies

An invisible sun always surrounds us

and it guides through the dark

a peaceful resolution will be found

for the competition ignorance sparked

Celebration is soon at hand

as anything positive can be held

seeds from the labors of love

grow friends sent from above

a firm foundation will be established

regardless of the mud

As we walk our path intuitively

reverence for the past comes naturally

Our inner artist, dreamer, poet

birthed from the phoenix flames of yesterday

our abundance will increase

when we take the leap

hidden galaxies exist

in our minds, under our feet

The mystic hermit ponders

The invisible threads of life

what foolish rulers squander visibly

invisible threads make light

 

The mantra of the hidden galaxies can be used as a reminder that things will become peaceful again, and the truth will always surface.

I am on a spiritual journey of involution by loving the pieces of me fractured by past actions into the alchemical gold needed to fill the cracks.