Rhyming Verse and Poetry
Number 54
Up
the path
they come
pitter patter
pitter patter
a barby swill
'brella
party
at number 54
Bubbles
and still
nitter natter
nitter natter
tinkling laughter
titter tatter
titter
tatter
silver cutlery
clitter clatter
clitter clatter
where platter
upon platter
of groaning tables
overflow with
chitter chatter
chitter
chatter
as people
come and go
at number 54
The
cook
audacious
sauced and aproned
splitter splatter
splitter splatter
oversees
the voracious crowd
while
the hostess
ever convivial
proud
and gracious
opens her heart
at number 54
Flatmates
flow
back and forth
all add their flavour
before they
scitter scatter
scitter
scatter
however
a hosts handy help
is another matter
as he remains
happily
ensconced
at number 54
The
years pass
memories light
a certain glow
and all the while
in and
out
people forever
come and go
pitter patter
nitter natter
titter
tatter
clitter clatter
chitter chatter
splitter splatter
smitter smatter
shitter
shatter
before they
scitter scatter
at number 54
1. 4. 2010
The Breast is at Rest
The
mighty oak ivy cloaked
stands centre stage
as a world of creatures
come out to play night and day
to tall tales tell
and make wild wishes
in the well
Life
has begun
in the garden
of the setting sun
where the Hands of Grace
fly a full flame flush
over Heavens face
as the hum of day gives
way
to a night-time hush so still
and an unseen will
takes birth
to herald in a new earth.
This
night
my breast can rest
in the garden of dreams
to sleep down deep
as the last sun-beams
castaway the day
of fading memories
I bury
the past
…at last
to claim the stars
and spread my arms
into the dark night long
where winding pathways
moonlight spark
until the flight of bird-song
the
damp dew dawn
kisses morn
to dance in the day long light
winging
in a wild dove
singing
'Life is a never ending love.'
11. 2008
The Ever-shining Sea
Memories
past
cast long shadows
clouding
the ever-shining sea
masking
the clear-light
of eternity
Future
thoughts
share shadowing
with memories gone
as thoughts are
time-bound
children
lost to
freedom's song
Dive
deep
into the ocean
where the motion
turns still
where the sounds
of silence
resonate
to a long forgotten will
Beneath
that churning foam
no ripples crease the sea
sacrifice
on the altar
of time
surrendering
the separation
called me.
The
mystery
sits mighty
majestic
on it's throne
as the serene song
of the sea sirens
seduces you
home.
15.
3. 2005
May the mystery
take you
weaving solar strands
webbing your heart
dancing the dreamtime
as invisible hands
guide the winds of change
Oh to be taken into
the mystery.
1. 2005
I took a lone walk
at the close of day
gazed over sea
shot red
shattered gold-glass
and tripped the sand to the
shags and sailing seagulls.
Gold gave way
to granite glistening
milked with moonlight
where the ink filled night
heralded a hush
as the birdsong bedded down
cloaked in silence stilled
I am standing
awe-filled.
8. 7.2004
The
language of life speaks universes
spinning a glittering tapestry
into
the dark velvet deep
as the cosmos stirs from a timeless sleep
planetary
arms radiate space
in a mutual gravitational embrace
we are blazing and
orbiting each other
stargazing the spheres
revealing the dance of the
cosmic lover
spiral tunnelling light years
worlds within worlds
undulate
in a stellar sea
a cosmic flame laser arcs
where constellations transit
eternity
as the heavens bed down in our hearts.
12.4.2003
In the bed of Being
life and death unite
soul mates eternally wed
where creations womb ignites
birthing universes pulsating red
Life dances to the bells of time
singing
a lovers song
when the bells no longer chime
and time weighs heavy and
long
And the long bow quivers in trepidation
as the arrow finds its mark
death opens in anticipation
into the long night of the dark
Voided within
the inner space
a whispering melody is heard
a ripple creases heavens
face
as Grace sounds out The Word
“Life and death are partners in
a cosmic game
When life has loved and satisfied its thirst
death stakes
a claim
on the sons and daughters of the Universe
Yet there is only life
loving itself
Death is an eternal sea
the arms of love welcome us home
spirits soaring free
to roam the heart of space
eternally”
19.3.2003
Seasons of the Heart
The
Heart is blooding
grieving the blue
flooding
rushing
flushing
old debris
allowing the new
The Heart is throbbing
bursting anew
garnetted gold
spinning into view
toiling the old
no more
winning
I soar
The Heart is pulsing
webbing waltzing
weaving delicate strands
ebbing the flow
rippling sands
a mind captured
letting go
taken
by invisible hands
enraptured.
The Heart is bringing
a wellspring
whispering wisdom
self fulfilling
willing
fed from depths of Being
pure and all seeing
The Heart is winging
singing
ancient tales since
time began
trading time’s tune
for the Eternal Heart
of creation’s
womb
I enter
the centre
I Am.
10.9.2000
Early morning sunrise
‘Tis
a dawn day
quiet pastel flush
spreading hush
water colour world
fireball golden rise
redding
Aotearoa skies
granite sea reflects
first light
song sets
the day
early morning sunrise.
2000
The mystic heart
There
is a living word
whispering in the silence of the soul
shining in the
compassionate heart
calling from moment to moment
voice of the timeless
life ever-new
ever present
guiding light of the Mystic Heart
not written,
not a doctrine
not a religion
dynamic
loving
creative.
2000
Body bird
mauling
forsaken
last word
grief screeches
a lonesome call
death reaches
the final fall
Poised and hawking
swoops a flutter
taken falling
beats a breast
calling awaken
and scutter.
Hushed and still
flushed
and feathered
tethered
dust to dust
until
a rising upthrust
winging
skywards
cuts the ties that bind
Severed and flying free
unwind espirit
to soar and sear
the heart of space
for evermore.
1999
When I suck the Kumara
When
they drop me down
I won’t go down with a frown
When they drop me
in
I intend to go down with a grin
And when rigor mortis takes hold
I hope that me grin is big and bold
And as I turn to dust and dirt
I hope
me stiff grin doesn’t hurt
I’ll smile smile smile all the way
I won’t let death ruin my day
I’ll keep me humour no matter what
Even as they till me plot
Even as they carve my stone
I will accept me
lot, won’t moan
Whoever writes my epitaph
I will have the final laugh
Refer to me as the ‘dear departed’
I will laugh and be light-hearted
They think I just sucked the kumara
Dead? No way, ‘tis just a rumour
1998
A lament in the Void
How
does a heart sound the pain
where the rhythm of love
trips to the rain
falling
into the wild the wide the deep
reaching
the other side
in a never ending sleep
suspended
in a nowhere place
aching
faking
sun-kiss upon the face
dying
lying that all is well
a tin pot robot
hell
fireless and soul lost
screaming the silence
unbearable nothing
place
trapped
eternally in empty space
20.11.1995
A gentle lapping
song
shores at the edges of my soul
an inarticulate whisper
holds
all harmony
in a heart-beat
let us serenade the innocence.
15. 5. 1995
Dreamtide
lives
ebb and flow
we are travellers
tunnelling time warps
like
garrulling ghosts
echoing on
Lifestreams spray
the land of dreams
into a wavelike whirlpool
falling we enter
far flung we forge
another
3D reality
lifetimes.
1993
Fear = Death
A
long screech into the lone dark night
on the altar of the sacrificial site
night claw predator swift and sure
glides ghostlike down deaths corridor
Prey is dead
Pray for the dead
Pray.
Impaled upon the wheel of destiny
bulging eyes blood-lit and spinning
galactic freak-show out of control
free-falling forever faceless
black as black and spaceless.
Love = Life
Day
floods the night that fills the void
illuminating the dance of the planetary
actinoid
children of eternity whirl into life’s embrace
choreographed
by the hand of Grace
Praise the Light
Praise Life
Praise.
In the
silence of perfection
mind mirrors the divine reflection
The soft breath
of a snow white dove
whispers
life is a never ending love.
1993
At
the core of Being
bonhomie
all power and potential
in perpetuity
where world’s scatter-seed
creating universes
spinning time into
truth
on Love’s Loom
endlessly.
1992
Aotearoa rising
windward
Emerging gold gaseous
Visioning flushed flaming
Aotearoa
setting seaward
Corralled in liquid-light
Ripples crease the aquatic deep
As the breath of life
Swirls sea-spray
And the heart-blood pulsates
Preparing to people the land.
1990
The wind feels
its way over hillsides
flies into cliff faces
the sky at midnight blue
rushes in to greet the days first blush
as the song of morning rises the day
A black-eyed gull
beady and bald
takes stock
over a sea shining
a compliment to the dawn
The shell-shore litter
trails the coast
scattering
rock croppings
that perch
staring out to sea
oblivious to the Pohutakawas
bent in quiet expectation
exercising their natural right
It’s a days
divide between dawn and dusk
As we sit and soak the scene inside us.
1989
Golden fingers
long and tenuous
rake the horizon
revealing welts of purple-red
a
hush holds at days end
toi toi sways in a still frame
A shrill cry splits
apart flaxen
castles where
long shadows lie
A lone Pukeko
leaps
silently into the fading light
as the marshland opens
it’s arms to
the night.
1989
Blue water deep
skeletal fragments float
suspended
caught in a cross-current swirl
swinging to some soundless rhythm
fossilized forever.
1989
Haute Couture Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
a quiet buzz
ra ta ta of laughter
moments minutes
days weeks
months years
a drum rolls into distant
time
The room fades
no walls
no floor
no ceiling
to the topic
Suspended animation
long days
sharp and clear
where
the mind
reveals itself to itself
and the other so near
In tune
a long time
through the years
You wear a revealing suit
so do I
I like your style
your cut and thrust
Ever exchanging garments of the mind
Haute Couture
Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
through the years.
1989
Deep down
the
bowels of the earth
erupt
to spill over into the cavernous deep
where
worlds submerge and subside
A dream-womb
entombs
melting pots
granite glazed aquamarine
and fashioned by an invisible hand
A mind remembers
the place
where sea-coal embers smoulder
and vaporous gases
curl and
cup
to pour lubricant
on an ancient scene
Once dead
the heart-land
explodes
and earth’s blood-streams
molten gold
echoing visions
from an epoch
of old
as told
in a dream
deep down.
1988
Gulf Gazing
Blue
fades into distant hue
dappled white and pink
lined grey
a long forgotten
melody chimes
carried wind-wards
The Master arranges a pastel palette
I’m captured and sung over
Pencil grey horizon mists away
as evening
takes the day
way
down.
1988
The Past
Ten
years ago
I took Plato, Descartes to bed
Now it’s the financial report
instead
Moved ahead?
The Now
I
carry grief
in my briefcase
for unborn paintings
and tears of unshed
poems
Black leather griefcase
Symbol of an achiever
the eighties success
story
First step on the corporate ladder
to where?
A career woman
just trying to survive
Long born griever
yearning to pluck on gentle strings
Strung out!
The future
Tomorrow
grips the potential children
of my art
Future time runs faster than I
all hope recedes
I bleed
and
grip my black leather briefcase.
1988
Early Morn
Early
morn
Rushing down
Dawn arrives all fresh and flushed
But
I am
a leaden rogot
Incarcerated into grey glass and concrete
A voice within
whispers
Why weave a weary way down old roads?
The bright gold-pink
Skirting skywards
Shines high with hope
All is not grey forever
Seven
days
And I’ll be back
To where the sea’s song is heard
And birds fly full and free
Where the sky is stretched over canvas
Sun-gold
and splashed by rainbows
I’ll be back where I want to be
Where my
heart holds secret dreams
To seed tomorrows destiny
1988
Switched on
I tingle at your touch
near
two years on
we spark together
day
in
day out
a power of love surges
urging us on
I plug into you
wired for moments of fusion
tangled together and buzzing
The current generates
high voltage energy
turned on
charging us up
amplifying all
and
we do the circuit.
1988
A spark
deep
within creations womb
Earth laboured
life began
the Cosmos pulsated
and sang
with the joy of Being
The
skies frowned ominously
as mortal man
laid waste the land
Earth trembled
once pure
chaste
lowered her gaze
as a blood-red flush
crept over
her face.
Earth
sobbed
beating her breast
quaking in fear
as the caretakers
began
to disappear
Darkness ensued
the earth was subdued
Earth ached
in trepidation
poised for annihilation
A
pin point of light
filled the night
Earth glowed
eternally held
in the arms of clarity
Being
bubbling joy and delight
infinitely
free
forever home in eternity.
1988
In coffee bars in holidays
Busy
hum
a drillion drones
people hum
in coffee bars
in holidays
Caffiene queen
pen in hand
surveys the land
through chatter cups
crashes of laughter fall
a child weeps
for another cake to eat
in
a coffee bar
in holidays
Pen poised
Amidst the noise
gazing into
nowhere
to birth another poem
from the air
in a coffee bar
in
holidays
1988
Long
ago
a smoke filled room
was ripped apart
as white-hot lightning
flashed
filling eye sockets
searing my heart
sending it spiralling
down
into Hades
to burn
to yearn
to drown
a decade.
Times
tempter
hung hope on the lure
to fan the fire
of the fallen one
but an unfed flame
burns low
an ember
and hells gate beckons
go
free
The devil I’ll not want to remember
Will Satan surrender me?
1986
Life's crazy carnival
is a roller coaster ride
a merry go round
wheeling
I want to tear
free
not be
crucified
to the round-a-bout
of eternal heartache.
The house is haunted
gaunt ghosts
wail
skeletons scream
at the
festival for freaks
Throw the ball
hit the wooden clown
Win a prize
roll up roll up
is the call
but
you pay
1986
The whole world has gone home
Sunday
afternoon
the whole world has gone home
the houses stare vacantly
the bare-boned silence
is cut
a lawnmower moans forlorn
desolation
dawns
the wind howls in mourning
downcast
sleeted in shades of grey
I am an onlooker
eclipsed in a crowd
as a dim glow struggles
to pierce
the cloud
I am alone
the whole world has gone home.
The dance begins
sunlight
spotlights
the leafy forest floor
a solitary harpist plays
as morning mist
gently lifts
a lonely dancer glides and sways
The
harpist plucks a summer fantasy
the dancer swirls
centre stage clothed
in ecstasy
All day long the dance goes on
accompanied by a woodland symphony
the forest pulsates with the song of life
as birds chorus a mystic melody
Sunbeams fade
the harpist goes
twilight curtains the forest floor
The dancer slows
takes a bow
to no one there
silence applauds a single
tear
and moonbeams cloak her nakedness.
The dance has ended.
1985
Today I went back
to the sea
my great love
and I was set free
I stood as naked as the
day I was born
as I shed the last covering from my form
a gentle breeze
embraced me
encased me caressed my soul
my lover came in
at last I
am whole
A gull hovered near
the gull my soul were one
I watched it
soar and disappear
into the sun
Up up until the light became me
and
at last I knew I was free
I ran
the waves tumbled
my heart burst
I revelled in the beauty
of the Universe
Millions of grains of sand
coursing through my heart my hand
and I knew
I am that I am
We the
sand the sea the sun
the experience and experiencer
are really one
I flow as the tide
as the spray
the waves I ride
I soar on high
I own the sky
I know I glow as the sun
I and my love are joined as one.
1982
I love life and
life is you
I am you and you are too
you are me and all you see
truth
is a vibrating sea of energy
To try and hold the flow of life
freedom
goes and we hold strife
We are that pain until we let go
and trust to
be carried along with the flow
You see we are all that flow
would you
hold and not let go of yourself?
I love you and love lets be
as it draws
to itself eternally
As long as you are, I’ll love you
and you are
forever know that its true
Listen carefully to what I say
I am the Watcher
of my life’s play
It is all just a cosmic mind game
you and I are
exactly the same
No matter what road you travel upon
go with a heart full
of joy and a song
God that pure intelligence knows
It’s aware of
itself wherever it flows
Go do what has to be done
but know truly we are
that One
No matter wherever you go or tread
unfolding, unravelling your
life’s thread
pull back the veil behind you mind
and it is Me that
you always will find
Eventually no matter wherever you will be
you will
find yourself back home with me
because
we are the
I Am
1981
Dreaming the dreams
of life
the eternal sea
Me
I am no thing, no one, no face
still
silent
watching
everywhere
in every place
Knowing
only that
I am
When a life’s dream
fades away
I live to dream
another
day
1980
I tried for so
long to see
who I was in reality
I dreamed many dreams that came to pass
the world is just my looking glass
I watched myself in my dreams
an actor
my dreams a play
and it dawned one day
there was something watching me
the silent spectator
the me that only sees
the seer
I have never seen
that face
at any time or any place
Yet I know it is
me
I am
a sea
of awareness
1980
Images passing
through my mind
appearing as a linear flow
They come from nothing and
to nothing they go
Where is your past that brought you here?
a memory
in mind or it isn’t there
The great illusion of space and time
the
other is that I have a mind
separate from everything I see
There is no
separation, there is no me
Imagine a movie you made one day
then sat in
the theatre and watched your play
there you are in the drama on the screen
you are the watcher of your life’s dream
and because you focus on one
little actor
you falsely believe that there you are
You get caught just
like me
in a false identity
Play your roll lightly
laugh at it all
play it with joy and have a ball
because the time will come when you will
see
your pain was as wasted energy
No one ever leaves you
Not even
when they die
They are you
You are I.
1980
I love you
Could I hate my toe, my eye
You are I
Wherever you look you are
Wherever
you think are you
you cannot run from yourself
Don't try
Silence the
mind
and there am I.
1980
Loves Dream
Meeting
you I expanded inside
no distance between us was ever too wide
Love spun
a bridge that spanned the divide
Love does not think in terms of a distance
too far
it reaches out and captures a star
it plunges to the ocean deep
it knows no mountain that is too steep
Love frees
flows as warm as a summer
breeze
being a subtle mysterious thing
Love elevates the spirit and makes
the heart sing
It binds us more firmly than words can express
and holds
us gently in the hands of happiness
Love flows grows entwines cascades
Love it
serenades
Love accepts
it does not look and say
that
you must be a particular way
it does not measure analyse divide
separate
berate or hide
it is limitless, indescribable, cannot be seen
and words
cannot capture my love's dream.
1980
I
had a dream the other night
of myself trying to find the Light
In my dream
I found my Being
What was this thing that I was seeing?
I discovered something
to make me quiz
I was no thing, nothing, just Is.
19. 9.78
It is my vocation to give voice to a voluminous amount of vile and vulgar verse in a vicarious vernacular. It is a virtually valueless variety of verbiage and you are my victim, that I am about to violate with a vengence.
Just
as I sat quietly in my chair
I said ‘God are you in there?’
And He said ‘Yeh’.
‘Stay with me OK
never ever go away
You see it’s been so long that I
thought that I knew
that I was me
instead of you
It’s so hard to give up, give in
and let you take
over within
I always thought that I was someone I knew
and all the time
I limited you.
Really you were always there
you never ever had gone anywhere
I wish that I could let go of the me
so that I could let myself be
but
old habits die hard Lord’
And as I write I sigh
I’m implying
a duality between you and I
and there is none is there?
‘So if Chris
doesn’t exist’ I call
‘Then who am I if I am at all?’
I suppose I am that and that and that
There is no experience that isn’t
my own
There is no place that isn’t my home
‘Oh God! Show me
your face’ I cry
‘I am that I am. Am I?’
1979
The game is a play
of mind
it’s all happening in mind
and behind
the mind
am
I
Watching shining
allowing my light to show the stage
Watch yourselves
watch the play
watch each second fade away
Don’t identify with the
play or the plot
know yourselves and know that you are not
who you ‘think’
that you are
1979
The
sea snakes silver-green
slides into the open mouthed shore
that swallows
the foaming head.
Dark clouds march across the sky
gathering their armies
leaving a slither of metallic light
the land lies stark and vulnerable
trembling in anticipation of the night
Earth heaves a sigh
opening to
the inevitable.
A wild-war frenzy tore the land
lightening flashed
armies clashed
and the rivers ran red
The seas turned in fury upon the
coasts
the battered body wept
canker crusts
the face a mask of former
ghosts
time for old wounds to heal
as she slept.
3.
11. 1988
The Wild Sea Roars
I
look into you and you into me
a swell begins in a restless sea
we flow
together
swaying in perfect symmetry
You are sucking me softly
lapping
a the edges of my mind
arising swell surges and I glance
a sea-snake poised
to strike
swaying in a hypnotic dance
my lips slowly part
and you
plunge into the depths
of my heart.
The waters begin to ebb and flow
A gentle lapping motion
we sail upon a tide of feeling
pitching and rolling
two minds reeling
I am drowning in an ocean of love.
A tempest at
sea
a tidal wave is breaking
symbols clash repeatedly
the sea escapes
a drum roll
turbulent, wild, a whirlpool of passion
biting, tearing at
my soul.
The current gushes squirting spray
as spasms of thunder crash
upon distant shores
the wind moans
a lone bird cries
the wild sea
roars
spewing forth the force of it's power
in one last tumultuous burst
satiating the hunger the thirst
shuddering the waves subside
leaving
me gasping at your side
only ripples crease the aquatic deep
touching,
caressing each other 'til sleep
My eyes mist over with a salt sea-spray
the sun is going down on me once more
who knows what distant shore
we
will see on some other summers day?
1.87
A
fart has always fascinated me
possibly
because it erupts involuntarily
Usually
over a fart we have no control
it sneaks up on us from that little
arsehole.
Arseholes arseholes
there are plenty around
some higher
up
some lower to the ground
Nevertheless
an arsehole we all possess
to pass a fart and a solid mess
Everyone knows how to flatulate
everyone
knows how to defecate
two perfectly natural functions
we all know that
so whey do we try and hide the fact?
Wherever you are let your wind
blow
free
but
please don't shit on me.
14.
8. 76
A
litte town called Bethal
decided one fine day
that marathons were far too
common
It was time the arses had a say
People
practiced months ahead
they came from far and wide
for Bethals famous fartathon
willing
bums were sought the
countryside
spirits
raised to fever pitch
and arses raised still higher
a shout was heard above
the crowd
as some smart arse yelled Fire!
Fanny
Flinders determined not to fail
farted up and down the scale
the ol' vicar
drew a round of applause
When his toupee fell off
not to mention his drawers
Some
fellow, a simple comedian
farted a melody and others joined in
a trio gave
a Vivaoldi rendition
placing the fart arts in an exulted position
The
winner a very gifted young man
dropped his trews as he took the stand
and
as he turned and presented his rear
an incredible sound ripped through the
air
That
anus could whistle could wink could sing
no one had ever seen such a talented
ring
thunderous applause was heard far and wide
as that gifted arse puffed
further with pride
Contestants
complied with regulation
flatulence was fine but not defecation
disqualification
would surely ensue
if any arse slackened and dropped a poo
The
air around Bethal became heavy and strong
and cries went out to cancel the
fartathon
an enterprising MP received great praise
when he implemented fart-less
days
arses
were stamped with the days of the weak
many were outraged, they thought it
a cheek
they can't do that, they'll make us ill
we want the freedom to wind
at will
Still
it is a small price to pay
for the entertainment provided that day
people
who had been streets a-fart before
suddenly developed a real rapport
And
in the closing speech for all to hear
another arse turned and presented his
rear
listen they said, we can't believe what we hear
Aul Lang Syne exploded
from Bethal's mayor
Contestants
joined the mayor upon the stage
and fartathons became the latest rage
barriers
broke down between the sexes, the races
as people broke wind in each others
faces
And
as I close my tale, I say to you
if you feel like farting, go ahead do
but
kindly wait until I depart the eve
incase you crack-up before I leave.
1985
Take my hand, come
soar with me
winging toward an unknown height
lovers flight in ecstasy
weaving patterns of pure delight
My
heart flutters, my soul burns
blazing a trail across the sky
the deepest
part of my being yearns
it is not time to say goodbye
Do
not grieve
be not poised to take flight
the time is not ripe to leave
only an eclipse of the sun
can bring the night
Let
us float on as one we can hover
flying our way up to the sun
gliding in
unison, stay be my lover
we have only just begun
I
want to dance under the stars
dip, dive, sway and swoon
bathe in the beauty
of Venus and Mars
make love under a summer moon
The
time for us is here and now
let us rise to the call
to the hand of fate,
take a bow
two lovebirds quivering, ready to fall
in love.
God
if I give myself to you
Will you give me freedom too?
Somehow I think
that the freedom I'd feel
Is the only freedom that is truly real
Because
when it's my will be done
And I'm tearing around and having fun
Satisfying
every whimsical desire
Drinking my wine and getting higher
I am alternating
between a high and a low
Where did that fun feeling go?
It went back where
it came from
Into the nothingness it's gone
I've searched for freedom
in my life
For truth for God for Love and Light
So if I give up the search
and give up the me
I am all those things that I could not see
God the
journeys seemed so long
But I had no choice I had to go on
And yet I never
went anywhere
I'd get so confused, feel so blind
And ye the trip was all
in my mind
I, the self that I thought I knew
Was seeking truth that already
was you
And as we melted together in mind
It was my own Self that I could
not find
No other mind exists but God Mind
The Mind of all there is I
find
Eternally Present.
1980
Travelling through Life
Travelling
through life looking for love
Look around down and above
Will external
reality
Be able to give love to me?
I search but can't find it anywhere
Because I already have love here
Peeling back layer and upon layer
What
do I see?
I see love and love already is me
It's incredible to think that
we
Are groping in ignorance and can't see
That what we are searching fro
all along
Is the self realization song
Travelling
thought life
With its ups and downs
Traveling through life
With it's
joys and frowns
We hurt, we laugh, we fear, we die
Only to discover our
own true I.
20.
5. 79
I
love you
Could I hate my toe, my eye?
You are I.
Wherever you look
You are
Where you think
Are you
You cannot run from yourself
Don't
try
Silence the mind
And there am I.
1979
Like
two pebbles
resting quietly bedded on
the river of life
we allowed
the stream to
carry us
Was it all a dream?
yes and no
both are
true
and I love you.
If one day
Life's current
carries me away
and we part
swim upstream
dive into your heart
and there I am
always a part
of you
Still I am
only one voice
so rejoice
don't despair
if I am not always there
and you can't hold me in one place
three days of love
are in my mind
are a part of me for all time
A
beautiful love dream
of two pebbles flowing with life's stream
let us
trust that flow
and let go
allow life to take us
it wants us to grow
flowing on
many streams
many dreams
all running to the Sea
the
Greatest Ocean of all
where we will meet again
you and me.
20.
5. 82
High
on a hill
the wind the night the rain
are a witness to my pain
and
still I cry
Space time
Who are you
Who am I?
The voice of time
spun back tome
humming through the halls of immortality
and from that
infinite, eternal place
I gazed into the starry eyes of empty space
Mysterious
time
Fathomless space
sang
as they rode the wind on high
'Space
and I are wed
Our bed
is the sky'
And as light dust drifts
timelessly
on
lovers unite in a celestial song
a child of life is born
Father
time
Mother space
enveloped life in a heavenly embrace
and is gone
The child cried alone on the hill
Life
aware that it was
yearning
to know from whence it came
sat alone with the night
and the rain
straining to hear times whispered message
'My child, I am endless time
illusionary elusive
space cannot be caught
and neither can I
chase
us we fly'
The winds whispered song
drowned in my pain
and life distraught
soaked by a purposeless plight
sat alone
with the night and the rain.
1983
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