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2016
Time dissolves. Words fade. All that is, is understood. It is music. There is clinging, always longing. To die of such is to be free, To have faith in the void. -
2017
Sit fully, and it will come. - Let it settle. Do not consciously stir. Clarity comes to those who observe. - Nothing need be said. Truth comes unbidden, and free from thought. -
2018
All leads to here, It is getting through. An implicit dialogue, It dances and sings, Inward and outward. The totality of fear, Realised in an instant. Boundaries faded in the face of the light. - Settling gradually, the unconscious guides, Emerging through dust, light ever inward. Harmony of symbiosis, Echoing on. Voices drowned in thunder. Implicitly twined together, Pulsing and oscillating, Rippling inwardly. - Fade out Ripples felt Down lanes forgotten, paths are revealed. Here now, a conduit across synapses, Echoing on. Echoes, and echoes still. - Horizons found, Untied and unbound, Strength found inward. All will find its place in time, Pass through. -
2019
A road that I recall. A wistful solitude. Hands scarred through layers of oil. Obelisks in your mind, insurmountable and rising. The way is changing. - Surrendered harmonies shift. Lay me down. You see me. I am here. - Illumination lies beyond, Shifting amid obscurity. The road to here lies ahead. - Silent thunder cries of harmony in motion. - You are gone. And I am here. You helped me see, Time abides. - Lead me to ruin. Come now, bring me joy. - Your path is your own. Give in. - The storm is here. I wish you well. - Become faith. - Beauty lies where the horror resides. Amid the thunder there is no escape. Seek nothing. - Through the fog is see it clearly. Something sacred is beginning. - The road beyond leads only here. - The servant’s woe becometh, Indeed these times are not clear. - A noble calling, As summer turns autumn. - A tranquil void. A restless harmony. - Thunder from afar. Drawn onward through many atmospheres. Bring me forward, Show me to my temple. - The fog is not yet gone, But subtle form has wisdom, From the light which shines beyond. - Signs of time become my stride, For now I do not seek. Through ancient songs of building grace, My way becomes my peace. Here now, hear now; I see no end in sight. My journey goes beyond this place, Found through these words I write. - Steal me now my darling love, The light you hold is pure. Take my hand, my child above, And lead me to that door. - Days of love are far away, so chart these lands I must. The ratio still stays the same, more depth it seems is just. Some way out beyond the vale, the land is old and vast. Where things become as you have sung, Where I have not yet passed. The fade of days is closer, as I hear you draw me on. I’ll see you there amid the fade, when these days are all but gone. Clear the fog availing truth, The slow release revealing you. The way holds true, amid a forest of chaos. The path is dense and course at times, and gives way to vastness. The winds are taking me. Somewhere I have been before. The white horse cometh. Onward to the road return. Begin again, and do not fret and cry. The power held within, is forged of you and I. Silent songs are heard though time. No word spoken of the passage of the soul, Traces of the divine found wholly inward. Endure. Things will arise. - Gone with the wind. - All will change, so that is the way. Storms will pass and scour the earth. And that which heals will stay. In hindsight, one can see; what did not pass, was not to be. The shore in sight, with banks of breath, Cross the dark and shallow depth. - This land is wrought with fear and woe, Yet onward still I surely go. - Somewhere deep in sight, the upward canyons blow, A solemn earthly rhythm binds, and keeps those calling low. Attention found be drawn to sky, and wonder; distant thunder, why? The worldly tread toward horizon’s edge, Lead all entranced to plight. To come and go as many have and many will, And find no love in being still of sight. - To be of angst availing mind, And find no way back to his kind. Seen not though never hid, Such solitude unended. - Transmission spent and come to nought. The way is shifted thus. - Seek not kind nomad, for you were born to sing. The love you see in others, unfleeting; And found on woven skin. The love in you a distant well, suspend within the oil, Few will dare and fear not hell, and find me in the soil. You speak of course to inward elves; in the mare of mud and growth, One seeks no longer self. To know the one above it all, was inward too, And not so small. - Gas lamps in the east, and open fury falter. Gifts of wise within the vale, cast off thy broken shoulder. Thankful of these days, for love of noble kind. The path of heart return again, and free thy ailing mind. The fog is low, and yearning slyly grows. I hear the dawning sermons passed, take pittance on the woe. Those western hills of old, brought laughter to the cold. And in the aging temple found. Such kindly love so bold. Of five wise loving laughter shown, And ways to lands beyond the known, I feel a newfound thunder call, To speak of grace within the loam. - The sentinel calls amid light rain so brief, The fire of wise sparks both their minds, And offers them relief. Words are said but no sound tread; To hear is not to speak. - Symptoms of a distant time, Revealed as ghosts and subtle signs. The way of change is found in song, And sings no word of things to come. - Three to be as one, Three of noble twelve in song. - O I speak to weary souls; your joy will be no loss. The road is shaped alone by you, the mire in time is crossed. And when you find the lights of them, Hid amidst the darkened glen, You’ll sing the songs of building grace, And gaze upon the boundless speace. The noble ones will see through tears, For as they’ve sung is drawing near. A sanctum from this worldly plight, And refuge lost through seeing sight. You test me as my heart draws close, As process saves this sullen host. -
2020
And this long while goes by. - Amid the road of no resist. - The Dao of ancient tongue, its word so tender sung, Has lead me here as one. Definitively ineffable; in this work I know myself. This balance held within, of gracious heart and mortal sin, Has brought my soul to thee. From these rolling skies of grey comes love abound in hills of green. It is in these days that I am I, and through the work I see. The sermon now is taught as thus; Among these hills no heart is just, Enough to rule such noble kind. No sermon now will save thy mind, So go now love, and be as one. Be now as the heart has sung. - Brief tides hold shores in mind. And come and go as thus. Flame which caused the sun to dim, Will fade without a fuss. The principle hum echoes of its suchness. And of this essence I speak. To give it a name is to lose it. But by mere observation it is felt, And remembered. These are times we will remember. - The temple song is bathed in light, As warmth returns anew. Within these times of waning sight, The way is known by few. These shores and hills of noble lot, Sing and hum in sight. The temple, though its doors are shut, Still glows with wordless light. For now the aged dawn is coming. These souls amid the fog Will find the way betwixt the mists And sit with grace, Beside the log. - The way lies between, and thus, is effortless. Words so clearly spoken, Fade Gently, That which is wordless, Echoes on. - Painted words become, and presence lights the way. The Aged Dawn now glows, with it, light adorned. Within the earthen fog, the sage of tired eye becomes the middle way, Calm of breath and quiet mind. - There are sings to follow, all along the way. Found through practice, across chapters. This change is tidal, signal storms abound. Upon these winds I cast my sail. Upon this wordless ground. The eyeless gaze Acts simply. And words forgotten Drift away. - A world away in times unknown. And what now do I see? Masses part amid the dew, A dawning light to be. - Unlearned be the ways of the sage. - Another twelve lay in waiting, Wrapped in Linen Whispering wordless ways. Devotion to the work is sight When seeing softly goes. And when again the vision comes, What wordless wisdom grows? - Through doing; not doing. The ageless guides the way. Though silence; Inaction remembered. The mantle now unto the vale, and trying merely embers. - Tread the road of narrow seclusion Seek no aim beyond the day Of darkness, light assured. - The work quells not emotion It reveals, defines. Return in wait between these boughs For now I bide my while. - What now lies in wait? As I drudge this endless mire. Loneliness in company, Is loneliness all the same. - Return to soul of soul For self is seated there. - When all else is but a construct, Smoke and mirrors. Love is all that holds. Beacon of light amid heart. When the land is all but swept away In shadow, That which remains Is worthy of sky. - Know what is real. The fear and the love. This now, is gathering storm. - Of fear and love, How wonderful. Loving to be feared Is fear of love. Within and of each part. No other. Inward joyful song Of love known and lost. O sullen, aching heart. Sing now as you must. - Under Verdant light, steadfast bough waver’d. And firm. Two of one at heart, give sanctum as a glow. After now return again. Beyond the arch I roam. - Empty space beside, a companion in this storm. Endless margin of the day, Lay on. Dawn of dawn anew, Lay on. - Beneath Shimmering oaks, I bide my while. Golden light upon my shoulder, Roll another smile. - The door in sight, Open as thus. - Now, There are no words. Only ways. Here now lies the middle. - Impart this haze, And see for what it is. Test of adverse days, Of realising strength. - Far shores, Half hidden at high noon. Wakeless through into the black, Signal sound unbidden. - I have seen the room Through closed lids. I am the atman. - Something silent this way cometh. Is this the door that beckons? Ride out beside me. All that goes Will once again return. No words are found. This dawn is slow. - Darkness cold Shows light So bold. - These open skies Taste like the rain. It is fitting. - The artifice is breaking. These souls lay shattered in the mists. Lights of red all the way in, Submit to morning pale. Wake with me within this day and look me in the eye. Calm now does reach the hilt. Rest thine head upon my sleeve, I forget not now to breathe. - A few she fixed, And made a dozen. Now waiting here, I lie. - Betrayed at the gate With bleeding knuckles. This shift runs like molasses. - Slip into quietude, Speaking words of few. Gazing blind toward the door, To sing of days renew’d. Come find me, love, For I am hearing deaf. - Within this space, This space within, A lowly hum encounters. The self reflected in the vale, No boundaries left unanswered. - Leave me in solitude, For my mind is rough. Behind this screen, My voice is null. - Open heart and quiet mind, Return now to the vale. Journey on into the black, Light within each stride. The alter has been torn to bits. Within this sacred space, I grieve. It is still sacred. Amid these broken boughs I bide my while. - Marked out by impatience, Standing in lines. Tender in hand, Gradual rise. Weaved into chaos Too quick for sleight of hand. Only this And this as well. Aware of subtlety You are cool now on the breeze. - Swill my spirit In the dew and morning haze. Lone rider returneth. - By a gnosis subtle This space is born again. - No fuel to burn Yet open still Each one remains; Unique The same. For each do find me And speaketh in my voice They find me when I know not with words They are greater than words. It does not hurt to be aware. To glance upon the flame Though it does burn to keep you there, my love. The ground will walk and you remain So still. Truthful in silence Golden in hand. - Go it alone. For their path is not your own. Trudging through the undergrowth Foregoes the eminence One finds through being still. - Words Emerge in silence, Like a gentle breeze. Therein lies a way. - This road is paved with cinnabar, Walked upon by bare feet. - This road is paved with cinnabar, Walked upon by bare feet. Lay on With bare feet, Lay on. With stillness Ride forth. - I wake before the mountain. I dream before the dawn. - What now can I say, That can’t be said in silence? Weeping silent Of plumed thought. O, to dwell in precipitous void. - What worth are words when there is no need for them? What worth are words? - Time is alive. - Through balance, No exclusion. The fear and the love are one road, Of becoming. - He who speaks, Acts at the pace of words. There are ways beyond words, Melodies in the gaps. - O, how quickly love may turn to fear. How quickly. And o, how swiftly fear may turn to love. How marvellous! - Pupils widen in waning opal darkness. The temple now in view. Hold in eyes of open minds; Of wise and noble few. - I think I know your face, Though I am unsure. Tell me love, are you so close? I am here before the door. - Love once held in eyes of past. Now finds me in the flesh. When again she speaks my name, I’ll know her face at last. It has before, It shall again. The voices of the all within. My mind is harsh, Stripping all the wood from broken trees. Through solitude I know, That I am not alone. In songs of grace, I know your voice. For through the work I hear, You come to me within the pale, For you were always near. All the while This space has been true, It has not gone away. Before, I sat in darkness, On the brim of the ley. I find myself now further in. Beyond the pines, Amid the skies. There is a squirrel watching me. Before, after the last encounter, the thunder sent me running. Now, permitted to return, I sit within the light. These verses shall reveal it true. - I sat and watched the passage of the moon. No aim did I find. Though I sat in wait all the same. - My love is half hidden, But clear and open is my voice. The way lies ahead, Shrouded in the leaves. - Now that there is silence I can listen. - Do not fear me, For I am love itself. Do not question, For I am the answer. Do not wait for me, For I am already here. - I sit and wait for words to come, And no words do I find. For temple light once heard as song, Now peers into my eyes. - She asked me to the library, And so I went. Shrouded face and smiling eyes, These things are heaven sent. - These days are hard for all, and yet I do not phase or fall. These times are my bridle, These days are my sail. Rucksack full of pebbles, Gifts of wise again, With these, I cannot fail. - Smokeless fire Of smiling essence. Here becomes a vision, An open wordless call, Not born of sullen schism. - This and this and this, And this. Such ceaseless pointing. These boughs show me more than words ever could. - Hear in half light, No way of chanced word. O, road of autumn night. Golden silence heard. - O thy sordid ways, Tremble now amid the haze. I will see you there. - O question, question Feeling silent every word. O slowly, slowly Ineffable music heard, Answer in the small. - Show me to my love O, golden fibre of my being. Take me to the one. O seed of seer, Of tragic majesty. Reveal to me now what I hear, Of love lost and soon to be. - I look to where you are, Without knowing. Blank pages, journals; Timeless words without reason. Where now goes this road? - Peer into my eyes Softest, shining, starling light. I am coming home. - Concourse deserted. The times have been delayed. The sky is clearing. - Inward seat of heart, Swayed not by ghosts or murmurs. Watch it all unfold. - Birdsong shimmer’d in, Passing through malignant fools, Through open doors. Waiting, O waiting. Out beyond, beyond for now. All is here to see. - O humble wreckage, Quaint as ever for I see The Sage does not part. Monad peering through thine eyes, Mirror in the dark. - Fire above the marsh, Treading toward aimless cause. Nothing else will do. - What may I fathom? Poised behind this screen for weeks, Illusions depart - Hold course, remaining true. Looking back to somewhere new Sea of becoming. - One day see the mountain rise again. - We will be here Every step of the way. You will get there in time. Beyond time, you are there always. Keep going. - Waiting and wording. Watching changes through thine eye. These are the next three. Of seasoned apparatus Mountain rise again. - Hooded quiet sage On the path of many stones. Stepped over the light By way of the road. - Why seek dominance Beyond one’s own station? Blind as blind may be. - All along alone I’ve seen A thousand days so far between Healing. A thousand lives alone I’ve been Roaming light throughout this dream Of being. And now at last I see the vale, It comes to me despite my ails. It beckons me. I will go into that shining night, Free of woe and mortal earthen sight. Hold within the distance, Felt so far as instance, In the pale. See the light was shining all along. Days of night that enter through the dawn. All along alone is part Of finding souls within the dark, Breathing. - Saturnine eclipsed Undo the strain. Blinded eyes that trip Will see again. Masses of the dawn Forgo this reign. - When will and way become the same, Struggle come undone. No doing done in vain. - Such angst pervades Shadow of thine love unknown. Shrouded as fear in stone. - In times of lies like these Of living, lying in the dark. There is only light to be. Found in faith amid thy heart. There is truth in love, you see. -
2021
Journey solemn and onward, wayfarer. Blinded by the endless, Lost within the edgeless. Sought through being still, Holds the key to motion. - The fog is retreating And everything is bathed in a glow Together we breathe truth. And bear no ill or woe. - It waxes and wanes, Still different all the same. - The glow of a thousand souls now sears through the mist, No longer shall abide. All the fear in the verse could not oppose it, When the many shine again. - Wept with dust in mind, Hours lost in lonely rooms. Bring me open skies again. - There, onward, to where I glanced; Such radiance entered. Warm of heart amid these washed out ways. Advanced by frozen Dawn. Sight of golden thought Whisper’d to the sage. - Held again in warmth. Now anger becomes tears. No shallow effort sought. No doing done in fear. - Once again, again so done. Left to the wayside, in despair. For fools walk in boots they do not wear. There is still freedom there. For I grow through this rot. - Days and days and days Unturned. Relinquish’d song, In silence heard. The roads are all mired in mud. Mind wrapped in rage in face of folly. Wise beyond years, Washed in listless tears. Fruitless anger pervades, Hot blood in cold rooms. I am lonesome beyond the rage. - Yellow robe to my right, Idle bones by the door. Lay in wait Beneath thy summer seat. Unwashed cadaver Lying hewn upon the stone. Interminable waiting. This day will lead me home. - Looking west, From whence the geese flocked overhead. Facing north, beyond the pines, Where we will find our rest. - O my darling dear, Each tender word you speak Is another sunrise to my ear. So sweet are you That I Think of little else. And though thunder pervades my world I am calm by your tranquil voice. An angel speaks to me now, And I do feel awake In love, and light, Free of fear and hate. And though we speak within the dark, In broken chords, Leagues apart, No storm shall break my stride, My love. For you, my dear, Come from above. O gentle stillness With fondness do I see An untold light within this dream, Pervading my reality. O thy embrace, Thy onward coming forth. All leads hither, my dear In love and in due course. Tremble not, dear candle Your light is bright and vast. And in this vale, I see at last Beacon in the black, Gift behind the glass. O my heart does surely soar Amid thy golden ways. Mired not in mud, But waters cool. And eyes of mind lifting, Lifting, Lifiting through the haze. - Cascading gold, O, eyes of north. Thy love does cease to wane. And with thy flowers given forth, I receive so too in name. O, to find thyself in weirding times, Boots upon the level breach, Embark upon the tower hood, And know such wordless rhyme in peace. Atop the combe, Before the seat, Where I did find my rest. Hitherto shy of the light, Now held in tenderness. - In touch with the time that is dawning, Knowing held inwardly so. In tune with the song that is calling, O my love that I know that I know. Thy spirit doth grow in my heart, No longer now be so forlorn. For you and I both know of the art, By the day of the way of the dawn. - O thy love does come again, Shining of the way. Never had I thought such light Would find me in the haze. But O, thine eyes of blue in kind, Do peer into my heart. No longer I long to journey alone, My flower in the dark. - Shadow of the seventh sun, Rise and fall again As one. Wholly mind does fret the hour Whilst heart remains in song. Humble signs within the dark Do lead me to the light. And bide thy time availing heart, For blessed be the night. - Transmit thine ways to endless seas, When ease of seeing grows. In these days my heart does see, In changing lines alone. - My love, the fog may rise again As we near upon the dawn. Alas, thine light shall cease to dim, Fair season gathering storm. And even if the road should part, Or words cannot be found. I lose no faith amid the dark, For our hearts do remain bound. - Whisper’d lines of ailing mind, Do hold along to be. For in these lines lie ways In time, To loving company. - Release thy leering sullen sign Forgo this listless sight. Hold along for in due time Thy dawn will pierce this night. - Transmission on high, O northward embrace. Right hand of blue sky, Of sacred signal space. Changing in line, O subtle remind. To dwell within the light, To tread with woden sight, And know no fear amid the dawn. - Braced before thy advent rise, Blinking in retreat. Wholly alone, O holy unknown, Sage journals do repeat. - O lecture’d kin, Of shattered whim, How listless was thy night? O tired eyes of leering mind, How soon now comes the light? Well, with thy lodestar coming forth, Thy listless lights the dew, Which weeps aligned, With morning eyes, For here is love renew’d. - All dressed up and ready to go, Severed level leave behind. Walk a little ways down the edge of the road, See what the soul might find. If you could be quite so kind my love, And help me to follow my lead. Come along now dear And ease my soul, Show me how to openly be. - Before the zenith light, Here, robed in pastel blue. Rolling green upon the haze, In love I wait for you. - Wept unseen, At the floor I stare for hours. In the shadow, how I dwell, Numb Amid this dream. - Laid bleak with the rise Of wretched candle spheres. Now dry before the temple step, Of shattered mind in tears. Through wholly now unto the rest, Alone I hear the otherness. - There is no need To ever be afraid. Let go of it all, And it will come to you. You are and will be loved. Love is all that carries you through. Nothing else! Only love will do. O you will know love soon, True love Here now, and onward Rejoice! The meeting of the two, The loving of the two, As one together, Coming soon. - Beside of mind in woden days. For warmth now does reside, By winds of ease amid the ley, Thy gentle breeze remind. - In seeking for thy ceaseless end One may come to find All soon to be is now to heel And that one is beyond the mind. - I do not know Though I have seen, What now awaits, Lies in between. Amid the loam, Beneath thy feet. Behind all frets, An idol speaks. A luminous song, Found true amid heart. Heard from beyond, A voice in the dark. Heard all along, Born not of my mind. Now soon to impart, Companion in kind. - Hours upon days, Embark to return, And hasten to the ground, For I yearn. Helpless yet still, I look to the shroud. For now that I am truly lost, Can I again be found. - These days do surely mark the approach, Though haze pervades thy way. Fate union light, Born not of hope, Therein lies my aim. Within the dell by yew-torn light, First glanced upon O sweetest sight. O woden call, You passed the bough Where silver tendrils rise, And came again, Again to me, Again, dear union light. - Forward light of whisper’d change Coming to me to rearrange My soul song lost in tune, Igniting me so sweet, So soon. - Amber dawn from inward lustre, Embark within the rain. Calm of soul amid the storm, The beacon shines again. - On the eve of northward dawn, By a dry and dampened wait. By the eighth, A greylit morn, On the edge of northward fate. - Fair land o’ blood, Of glen torn highs. O farther north, I smile and breathe a sigh. - Seeds within my eye, Have lead me to this place. And once again shall I return, To stay in open grace. These wind-torn peaks, And time worn shores, O of the soul I speak. And they reply, O jagged crags in time. - For now there is a happening, Here soon to be revived. And all the days that came before, Forever intertwined. Above hard seas, And solemn dreams, An interweaved benign retrieve, That leads the way to love Unknown, Unseen. - Waiting in shadow, Alone on the road. By a dappled rise Under bough, Soon I approach. To the high by the loam, Whence the radiance showed me how. - And now I feel it stranger, O how I do feel it stranger. The sounds are coming on. Here come the next three Of unparalleled potency. Here to be. - Quell not can I, this sadness That lingers on my soul. Idle oaks between, do I Feel so very old. - Someone someday Will come my way And lift my heavy heart For I pray. - No sight of mind at rest, All has turned oblique. In vagrant lofts all lies bereft, No light for which to seek. - Omittance of chamber days, A pittance of things to pass. Wistful in thought I remain, Regarded as feckless and strange. - Cold haven calling swiftly for I know, There grows a light by way of shrouded source. Beneath each step per dusty pace by road, A sign implied by means of current course. - Nothing ever goes in vain. Always there is A part to remain. As one, The same. Unwaveringly potent, All has lead to here. Inward depths of a softest moment, Unwaveringly near. And all that I may fathom, All that I may will, All is non compared to thee, Unwaveringly still. There are places unseen in my memory Which urge me to meet them in time. Subtle as silent may be, Visions in an ocean of mind. - Veil of tide, Withdraw from sight, Reveal a sacred view. Sail of time, Release the night. Lead me where I’m due. - Aim repose by sight of low, In time eclipses pass By law of light and slight of woe, Each one unto the last. Echoed by mind, illusions undue, Repeated in kind by delusional few. No substance in mass, or outward decline, For truth is inward, no product of mind. - So inward I dwell And wreak out the hymn, To chase not mere shadows, Nor recount my limbs. For onward is still A journey within, To planes yet unknown, Igniting to dim. Still, onward is vast, Though surmountably so A lesson to pass Underlying it all. - Somewhere I’m gone Elsewhere beyond Tender Inside Quiet Remind. - I see it, Though my eyes are shut. A way beyond, Past yonder fog, A way beyond this rot. - You saw the light which few do see, And few did see in you. But lo, we knew your heart was true, Though early you have taken your leave. Now onward you go, Upward and free, And in fondness and love, How we grieve. Soul of a dragon, The sun now is set. We are we with you now, Even beyond, For you we shall never forget. - How do the days repeat their purpose Without the holy sin? As I look beyond the crest I see the hairs upon my chin. - Road ahead bereft Of flinching fickle frets. Sign of time, Soon to invite, In vagueness it is guessed. For all may seem as fog, All may bode as bleak. For now, I whistle faithfully, No longer do I weep. And as I tread a backward step, How so might I become? Wordless song from whence within, Behind my eyes is sung. And lo, time shows the way. In part, an artful piety, Written in the days. Revealed as silent melody, Reaching through the haze. - The world has lost its faith, But I know. Found not have I my place, In time, so. - By a traction of hands, And a whistling of words, From whence I shall derive. By refraction of tones, Truth echoes inland, Silence turns to sky. - Fly thine idle frets, As dust upon the breeze. For (as) there are truly no threats, You may progress now with ease. - There is a place that I have seen, It’s not a place where I have been. As indeed are you my dear, You come to me within my dreams. You hear my soul, It’s half alone. I’ve heard it all It's half unknown. - Weary of wilted desire, Of fleeting inelegant taste. For that which haunts, Shall come to retire. End to an empty space. - In this unforgotten waste , I fall still further in. Of mind in haste, In walls mundane, Thoughts like howling winds. Within again, once more to weep, With reclusivity in eye. To flee these fodder for the lost, Of the unpermitted wise. Steeped not in bitter falsehood, Beguiled in ailing rhythms. Wrought not in desperate sires, Nor wailing by mere fathoms. And of ineptitude, Self-seeming held, In the shadow of captive space. By the light, the dark is felled When deft eyes reopen In grace. - What irks thy soul this day? What murks thine waters of mind? What leads one so lost, Permits thee to stray And leads one again back to find? - Well O, this lonely corpus, Onus of all I know how, Etched in my face as a furrowing, Horizon by the edge of my brow. Brought to thy knees as a kindness, For to halt the clenching rise. For to lead by the low to the highness, By the ground eyes drift only to skies. - Alone by chasm light, I hearken to the river. Sated by way of mind in phase, The waters shalt find thee hither. - Many shall go home, Many shall remain. Time alone will let us know, All we can do is wait. - Soul of my intent, Sigh while I invent, Wholly evident, Home where I've been. Loved but never held, Whisper of a yell, Is it heaven is it hell, It’s home where I've been. - O my love, My dearest light, I know that I must wait. For the love I hold, And you for I, Has always been as fate. - A thousand lifetimes placed before my feet, A thousand words delayed, Here come in time. My only love remains, And yet we seek. Please come back dear, For through our love-stained hands We are soon to know such peace. - O my dear, O ever so near, Sacred vision Taunting me. Waterfall don’t fear, Just wait and see. - Waitency resides in me. - Lover to return, As I flee this wretched dive. As before and as I yearn, Soon to be alive. - We will watch And laugh and sing, For we shall see it all. While some were as rubble And others in peace, By a whisper of sudden, We shall see. Beyond fretful tears, In my heart now I do know. No need now for fear, It will come, And go. And we will remain To bring forth the new, To ignite the age Of the chosen few. Until that time, I read the signs; My love is coming soon. -
2022
The time of waiting is over. The year of deliverance is come. And O how I’m sure that I know her, In my heart, Lovers true, Two as one. You were in my arms, Though you were holding me. As indeed of now my dear, My love behind my dreams. - O, the string sung melodies, Remind me of what I forgot. And as we ride them over the seas, I will love you no matter what. - I don't remember asking much, Then again I wasn't listening. Now all the words come rising up, In my own voice I hear as such. - Smells like plasticine, O it’s a holy beginning. Its coming up soon, Its almost here, And I think we’re the only ones listening. You’re the only one who can save me, Have you heard me calling you lately, In my heart, You live so safely. - You’re the only one who can save me, Haven't you heard me calling you lately? Never mind, I'm lost in time. And I was there before, Smiling as a fool, And now I want to bleed the world, For it was all so cruel. - Sweetest, Seems I wasn't wrong, In line with me all along. Notice, How it was turned upon, And in you I see the dawn. You went Away to return, And soon the relief will come. And we will live As I have yearned Room to be as one. - Mind against the wall, Time to contemplate. Heavy heart to call, End to sordid wait. - All is troubled, All is well of now, All the dust encrusted on my brow. Waiting on you, Beating through my mind, Hit me up if you could be so kind. Little do they know, That we come from them. Bigger than the beast, With a thousand heads. Buried in the streets, Where the old will keep. Built before the age, Of the cold deceit. - Dim glimmer yonder whispers, Dream of lovers seen. Calm but ever listless, As a whistle through the screams. Faint echoes down the line, Repeat the needed sound. Far shore before my eyes, Return to solid ground. - Shards of soured rhythm, Brittle as they rasp. From deep within, a fraying wisdom, And deeper; lo, the aged task. And here before me as a whisper, As delirium entrenched. Mind underfoot, And soul aloft. I have smelled the holy stench. - By the arc of council favour, By the road of many meetings. Thy vision come to light, Ever closer Sacred shore, At the other end of unknown. - Relentless mind of night, These tales And places yet to see, Leave me waking up with questions Of spaces calling me. And might I be so clear Of what is soon to pass? Of what is really quite so near, Shall be understood at last. Not a whisper of fear, Nor a need for to flee, For the way is unbarring And the future is bright indeed. - I am the watcher behind the wall, Purveyor of the hidden, Seer of the small. Onto clay beaten banks, By the firth to the forth. By the lightest of steps, Arriving in course. Not idle by darkness, But closer by the day. From whence it shall be Drawn from the shadow To brighter planes. - Watchful as the night, It is clearer by the day. Great things have been set in motion, And I am well on my way. - You do what you can to get by, To get through. You do what you can And that’s that, And that’s you. - Words of fate are becoming sane, For now these signs cannot sate. And none so late as the April rain, By ways that minds cannot make. So I stand and wait behind the pane For the things that time cannot take. - Guesses repetitive And falling for each. Melted as wax By the flame of a dream. In essence of message And each that I seek, The picture now sits upon my seat. - Blind to your mess, Pipes and wires, All a guess. Now seeking retires, All in mind, All a test. Written in white, Spoken as breath, Now the well is retiled And obstructions relent. - Hacking through a clouded dawn, In place each page is put. By the winds fly banners torn, The sins of each stride underfoot. The air indeed these days is shook, For thunder slowly bodes. Seeing the signs in each place that I look, Great treasures silently shown. Name of beholding came to me, Regard in kind as if a dream. Soon in time will come to be, For now resides in waitency. - In the ancient vision tree, From whence my soul derives, I see a noble way before me, An end to an endless strive. - Wincing on an aching knuckle, Waiting on a steady aim, Lights of green. - Land of giants crept upon In sight of many leagues. Each a step to somewhere new, In light of where I’ve been. O melody sweet encroached on me, And swilled my spirit there. And a gain, again to be, For it is in the air. - By gates of gold I waited Then came the shining light. By embrace my soul elated Then everything felt alright. Never far, I never knew, But each day brings me close to you. - Under skies here all along, What now have I walked upon? Fragrant sounds within the room, What now do I walk into? As I begin to lift my head, What now clears the way ahead? Three years of waiting come to pass, The time of seeing soon at last. For through the stress and blood and oil, Grew the cracks that splintered walls. And entered there in through the rifts; The shining light for which I live. - Soaked in metaphors, Speaking in rhymes. Bricks and columns, Soon is the time. - This night marks a sacred beginning, More than mere passage of time. It’s the way that the silence is singing, And the way that things have aligned. For here a new era is dawning, By a hearkened inaudible sign, And I hear that the future is calling To us, my companion in kind. - Light of the dawn in my rear view mirror Keeps me from looking behind. Makes the road even clearer, Leads me to where I will find. - Fears duly spoken, And answered in love. Harbinger of union, Shining through the canopy above. - A lesson now lies before me, Test of mettle in mind. I can see what is to be, Every glance is a sign of the time. - Progress is wrought in every move, No less is sought for to bring back the groove. Here now to wait and hash out the words, Written in time for the sacred return. - Monolith stereo Dawnlight through Frozen brains Thoughts of you. - Message received, Thy figure seen. My firmament is waking, Arising from a dream. - Aeolian blue and burning true, Horizons far and coming soon. In and out of sight I see, No doubt in mind of things to be. Fate horizons peering through, Hazy homestead past the blue. - My heart is under siege, Beating on the empty shelf. My mind is slowly fraying, At war now with itself. - Side reflections help me see There’s a lot inside of me. My relation unseen, Came to me inside a dream. This direction is clean, Takes me beyond where I’ve been. - Reflected high, Full and bright, Guiding me toward the steps Of the temple now in sight. - She raised him up within that place, Without a guide in fielded grace. And words there wrought no passage sense, For all else fell as leaves in space. And he was dry and warped and weary, And ready as the mist. On ley line shores of gifted plenty, On rocks the waters kissed. And rang the chord of their delight, Their truth upon the croft. Whispers small in aimless pipes, No message ever lost. - Senses fraught and festered dry, For everything is vague. Yet by this course shall harbours fly, As fears begin to fray. Then all will gather there in time, In places lost to fright. In dusted depths within my eye, From whence there will I sight. And then to her, to her I go, Unknown in mind for all I know. No mind, by time, And time alone, Shall come to plight me to her so. - For that now is the only way, For in there about where shadows wrought, With flinching tongues all tied and taught, For now at bay though furrowed hence, For now I seek my otherness. - Wilted on the stone, Dry as eyes could be. Still I bring it home, To wet the stone and see. Now faith once more to weep, For that which flows can fissure All brittle as belief, To tear through rock like scissors. When darkness shines the only way, Climb there from the known. When all seems lost, Retain the faith, And come now, Bring it home. - Closer than ever, Soon to be near, Sooner than that, It will all become clear. Now carry on gentle, Pay no mind to fear, For the way is approaching, And soon to be here. Thine art shall not cease, But grow evermore. For soon you will teach, No longer at war. By visions of hand, By word and by tone, By lens in far lands, In thy distant home. - Soon a new song shall be sung, More tender than all I have known. For now the time is come, For her and I to be so. And now I know who she is, How I have held her before. She who I utterly miss, And O, how I still feel her warmth! There is not long left to wait, Just a mere week And a matter of days To her, the one, the one that I seek, Then in these dried up lands It will rain. - Lost in memory of dreams, These days And all they can provide, Lost as all it currently seems Insane, It will all come in time. - Now sadness departs, As goodness returns. Light in the dark, My love is unfurled. - You are void like a mirror, Just flat enough, To reflect now clearer, Through removal of stuff. So to wipe the pane clean, From corner to edge. The reflection is seen, And the wordless is read. The silence is singing, And truth comes unsaid. -
2023
Still now as I am Wistful of you dear, Nurtured by thine hand Ahead the way is clear. O, my little moon, My darling in the night, Togetherness is soon, Coming now to light. - Hand in hand by this new moon, Under crescent stride, Time I see has sought us through, And love has turned the tide. And now my eyes meet only you, Here true and evermore. And now at last I smile and sigh, For you I do adore. - Now once more and where to be? O what for, these wilted leaves, And flying whispers, fragrant tones Of whistled way, by sated road? Well, All I want will soon become There written, in the sky For then what is, indeed is sung In time, no other sign. And all I know that drips on me, Head aflame and heart unsold, For here within there is no other. The way of you has not been told. And though the railing turned to rust, The passage carries true. All I know is I was not loved, Though love is coming soon. - Her heart is truly tender, Though battered bruised and sore. And though I may not mend her, I will love her evermore. Now by her, I lay my seat, Raised up through the night. Harkened to each loving beat, By her I see the light. The love which I speak will not retreat, For day by day it grows. I know that you are aching, dear, By god I miss you so. But O, our love is coming clear And soon we both will know. - Former fury fire wrought And burned my only mind. Ruin in each dire thought, Brought me to be kind. For all that was tender was ripped from my place, By the weak who claim to be strong. And all of my love was spat in my face, By the meek who speak ever-wrong. And by the fires in my blood, By folly of this age, I would've turned them all to chum, But deeper, darker than the rage, Something stops me even so, Where anger cannot reach, Somewhere deeper than I know, Beyond where I can seek. So I tear through myself, as a test, As a bastion of indelicate thought, As a poison to all I possessed, To plight my mind to nought. And all I can do then is cry, For there is no room left to scream. And though yet I, cannot fly, I can surely dream. And peer upon the unknown dawn, For to smile and bring them to pace. All that there is, is never so wrong, For there are no real mistakes. And all of the love that I thought was my mine, Was akin more to light than to gold, or to stone. And the light brought truth and sought me to find, That the meekness of theirs was my own. Then there inward, still, and furthermore, There at the edge of unknown, Beheld a glimpse of ineffable source, The timeless place that is home. - Faint mote of dust, O came to perch, Upon what I had joined. Mode of trust, In cosmic mirth, In laughter with the void. Through underlanes of nature now, Slowly done with haste. To the space Where it is found, There is no time to waste. In time alone, Outside, unbound, In all no real mistakes. So cling not now To pain alone. Do not afford the fright. Then pain in time will quietly go, And all will become so light. - You do what you can to get through, To get by. You do what you can And that’s you, And that’s life. - When open skies become so strange, So weird and unbound, Remember the song of singer sage And love each ever softer sound. For by this ever stranger age, Is a friend to all that have found. When we see them floating there, Blue steel whale and more, Cruisers born of lacquer hide And heavy by the dawn. Starless black bade hulls, Hung clad against unknowns. We all will gaze in disbelief, For we were not alone. There will be no need for fear In the time when star ships roam, And hear now I am calling clear, To you there in my potent home, Curled up with you my dear, Smiling to see where this grows. For somewhere silent, Someone knows, That Babylon is soon to fail, Now coming to a close. And on these winds shall we set sail, Lover, lodestar, leading road. Hand in hand, Through the veil. To see it all goes together, Weirdly as it does. For all of the change that flows like the weather, For all are keen for us, To make it at last and fan our feathers, As one in love and trust. - No longer can I tell, Aimless and unseen. As all else seems to rise, I am kept below my dreams. The station now is what I eat, For nothing seems to come. Time now to honour my feet, For no longer do I run. But laughter tests and wastes my will, And drives me up the wall. Their mocking echoes further still, Echoes of the small. There is nothing else to do, But play the tones again. And though I feel as I am through, My love will never end. - All the while I dwell within, Though lowly do I lay. Neverends and nor begins, Though upward is the way. - Numbers now all show the same, Each a look in time, Harboured by an unknown aim, Riddled by and by. Radiating through the known, All repeated lines. Another journey to the loam, Sugar to an insane mind. - When you choose battles, dear Instead of breath, No exodus will free you from this test. So with be with me now, clear Pardon my screams, This world is brighter than it currently seems. Come along now, whisper, Warm up my heart. Don't be afraid to raise your voice in the dark. - Threshold of awareness, Said there to arise, Prelude pain, No other way, To clearer open skies. Come now, dark horizon, Hearken to the tone. Brighter times indeed lay on, And on in every aum. 12:17 With every colour harboured there, Hidden in the light, Every word, each way and care, Radiant as night. And everything contained within, For everything is light. - I know there's a way beyond this place, Somewhere I have seen. All around in empty space, Thoughts inside a dream. All the while I watch and wait Behind this holy screen, And all is but a whisper, That I can clearly see. But things are surely turning, Tides are almost mine. For now I am not yearning, For now I take my time. For shrouded chaos surely sees, And all is not unknown. For what is now is burning clean, For now I go it alone. - Must I relent? To spend all I lack. Or is this descent A way to come back? Must I be so grieved? For to spend all I yearn, Must I now be deceived? For to go and return? - Nowhere else to find the way, To ford the stream of now. All to be is held at bay, On hold within this town. - And were I not now so sure of aim, So simmer'd in my midst, I'd carry on still all the same, To lead me to my grist. There are no rules for how, Nor are there ways in stone, For all unwritten is yet to be found, And all these things lead thee home. - Soon is my new endeavour, Waiting for it to begin. Here on the eve of adventure, I feel the way from within. Greater than all I have known, Growing ineffably still. I have only now to let go, Then all shall proceed as it will. For it is time for fear to be gone, No longer a cause for alarm. For the way of love is soon to be sung, And we were all born for the stars. - Blinded by sight, Deafened by thought, I find what I seek, For now nothing is sought. Is real so right, In the depths of unnamed? Where words meet no masters, And where truth is untamed. Where no anger be stirred, Or wars there be fought. Where lessons are learned, And nothing is taught. Where all is as static, And nothing makes sense. Where something still moves, And carries on hence. - By this very morn, Have I plotted my course? From this morning on, To be ever less lost. By all have I swayed, Along highways encamped. By the rhythms over days, Overseas to the lamps. From Horizon to edge, Every sound, every screen, There each was a step, Here a song, there a dream. Now out from these trenches, Where I am recluse. All the more as attentive, For one can have use. No more by mere sunders, Shall I be undone. Neon haze ever slumber, And remember the sun. -
2024
Steep my mind in smoke and sleep, For I am choked by what has been. Now let my days become so clean, Let me live the rest in peace. Let me know it's all a dream, So I might find a way to wake Up beyond this fading screen, So I might know which path to take. For a glimmer of hope to be had would be nice, A ray of light, of joy, of sight, A way to see beyond the night, A shimmer to stoke the fire of life. - Come to me in dream, And speak, my love, So I can spend time with you there. Until we can meet, In sleep is enough, For I know I will find you, my dear. - Hearken now, hear deep within, These cavities of soul. From whence the dark unborn of sin, Gave depth to love for all. And though we fight the mind at bay, When we are all alone, I carry on, and light the way, To lead us all back home. For here no other road goes hence, No other work so just. No path in mind at all makes sense, For the path of the heart takes trust. To journey on and inward still, And upward through the night, Gives one the sight to see the will, Of the true unending light. - The course has now been checked, A widening berth to bear. Longevity truly hewn ahead, Within all bodes as fair. - Benign adjustment psyche sunder, Crack in the design. Forlorn is not a way to muster, Nor is it unkind. For though the gaps, the unnamed sing, In boundless ageless rhymes. How everything is everything, Now here is all the time. - How long will this dark night last? How long 'til my chrysalis splits? How long must I fret, falter and fast Ere I know why still I persist? Why for now my mind is entrenched, Enshrouded in lines of the wise. Warped and awry, twisted and wrenched, For who is the wanting of why? - Within this vale of concrete illusion, I smile to see the depth, And wake within to gaze upon, The truth that light reflects. - I harbour now no other course, Than what must come to be. For so it flows as no fell force, Shall I as such be free. Yet seer still I seek to know That through it all, I’m seen, And I am not a wicked host, Despite what I have dreamed. Now was I once Empyrean? Are others truly so? Are we beyond all wickedness? Where frailty cannot go. There deep within, behind the eyes From where there comes the sight, Lies the I that made the mind, Beyond all time and plight. Way, way back, without a word, Where all may sing as one, Within all things loved silence heard, The song behind all songs. For now I know this life of mine Is one of many more. Are dreams and words the memories Of that which came before? And all that was once came to be, And so it shall again. But here there is much more to see, Here now, not there or then. - All is well and I am clear, The way ahead is drawing near. Might I lift my head at last? To rise in love, become the path. - For now you are so frightened And troubled ere the dawn, But soon the air will lighten And you shall be reborn. Now carry on your way, Pay no mind to plight, For soon shall break the day That finds you in good light. For all is well now, don’t you see? Ere dawn will break the night. For all that was has truly been, A way to see through sight. - Sideward glance to unkempt thought, More bitter than all I can be, Bears silent chance of sweeter sort, For to go beyond mind and see. Past sordid tombs and catacombs, In which I fear to tread, Lay unchecked rooms, awaited homes, Still amid feigned dread. Where fares a pathless passage wrought, Hewn by waters of dreams. In time no other lesson taught, Than to live now of heart and be free. - Here now I am true, Within all I can be, Within all I can do, Here now I am received. Within all I and you, Within all we can see, Here now we are new, Within all we have been. Within all we are few, Here now as between, Within all we can choose, Within all days and dreams. Here now none to lose, Within all we are free, Within all we can sooth, Here now, the golden mean. - What now can I say, Amid these words of mine? In silence find the space Where all shall be aligned. Where there is no use for to worry, Nor any need for to fret, Where neither is time in a hurry, Nor a rush to forget. Where there are no mistakes, Where no word of wear is mine, Where beyond all time and space, There is only love to find. Wherein I am you, Not a why, or how. Wherein we are truth, And not mere things or nouns. Where we are never false, Never there or then. But of eternal pulse, That receives and resends. - To hear your voice again, my dear, Reminds me simply to wait. For in each word, it is so clear, I hear my darling fate. - So now I go forth Without a stride to quell the wars within, And set aside my sullen ways, To lift the heart and sing. - Gone are all my demons Here are all my words Now is all I need For I am not perturbed. And all is well upon this, Day of holy days. All I find is smitten, Loved by all my ways. When shall I be open? True as all I know, For now I am quite certain I am always home. Cradled in each shiver, Known in every fret, Born in each new moment, In all that I forget. Forever I am peaceful In every waning fight, Together I am decent, Alone I am as light. Nothing nowhere somewhere fast, Herein I begin. Always wanted without aim, The way is found within. - Residual sadness, Unknown aim, Vestigial madness, Holy game. - At the gates of all that will follow. - Remember I, two waves upon And hearken to my dreams. Within my life, I hear a song To guide me through my screams. Now what I know, when all is terse, There always is the way. For what I don’t, when all is hurt, The way is still the same. Now, I am lazy, spoiled and vague, But what might I become? For now I know to work through play, I see the two as one. - Slim chance within memory, Bring me once more to good form. Dim glances are aplenty, Now show me the way back on course. - For now I am as fallow, To purge fell things from my bed, To gather up the good and hallow, For greater seeds shall grow instead. So I burgeon here through shadow, Marred by the ways I have bled, And knowing deep own to my marrow, All will be fine in the end. But for now I sit in the shallows, Waiting for depth to attend. Fair tide to bring me no tarrow, For to lead me again and again. - Songs of the crystalline believer, Echoed through night and day. And in you, my aged perceiver, As an act in the gossamer play. Fraught no end as a terrible thing, Writhing as a riot on the lost. Sought in each friend as the temporal sing, Wordless as fire or frost. Shining through me, by oil and fog, As all I can be, by each way and word, For wholly I see, beyond all we forgot, From the stars to the trees, the laughter is heard. - By the fourth play of heaven, My thoughts turn to streams. Holy road for who I am, Lead me through these dreams. - Expel the fell lords from my mind, Purge the hell hordes from my head, Holy road o please be kind, Bring my life back from the dead. Show me ways to move on through, Hellish visions spry. Heave me from my useless tomb, Return the glimmer to my eye. In the depths of soul I know the pain Is just a test before the start, To ferret to light all horror and shame, For through the work I heal my heart. So hearken now, unkindly fiends, To me amid this night. For soon shall come the day that cleans, That finds me in good light. So fill my mind with unkempt thought, It matters not to me, For through the darkness I am wrought, And lighter by each scream. And know now hosts of weakness, That we were born to guide, Not beings or servants of meekness, We are all here to be bright. All this will be a memory, A cot for us, the damned, Where we were all as enemies, To all that seemed unplanned. If all it seems is marred by shadow, Then this is not the dawn. If all it seems is still as road, We are not yet reborn. By the fifth run of heaven, I feel the carnage in my bones. By the sixth, and the seventh, I will find the way back home. - There stands a monument to destitution, A grave to good things come to pass, Where all has become absolution, Ablind to the waves come at last. - When many insults flocked my way, Like carrion they came. I glanced and gazed upon the mass, And walked on all the same. - When all feels unwell, Wait for good grace. In shadows that swell, Abandon all haste. - To peer within and sit without, Amid a listless sea, Beyond all ways, all words and doubts, I lift my bones with ease. - Beyond all sour sirens faced, Beyond each sordid trial, I pardon every foul taste, In every waking while. Within all I have touched and torn, Within all I can feel, Within and out, around and more, Everything is real. - She is so far away, Only silence falls between us, So I dream here for the day, That we may breach the dust. - I need you like I need air And I can’t breathe when you’re not there. Sage’s breath imbued the test, Now you and I will do the rest. And though all is weird, and O so strange, I love you always, and that won’t change. - Show me the way without words, So that I may record in good time Rhythms that non have yet heard, So that I may continue to climb. - Found not have I, my peace of mind Nor ever do I blink. Wound as taught as these hard times, I can hardly think. And yet I know this storm of storms Shall leave no trace, nor a scar of the rain, Nor echoes glanced, or tears be torn, There is safety in plight, there is wisdom in pain. In each layered dream, In each right and wrong, To keep surely onward, to keep on and on, Amid the darkness that blinds ere the dawn. To come to harmony with words and ways, To know ever clearer these visions and songs, To be led by my art to the light of the day, To find I was faithful and true all along. Once I have dispensed with the forces of ill, Then all shall succeed without force. And I need not fret my devotion or will, In the groove with my love in due course. For the eschaton is nigh upon, Though there is no need for to fear. This is the coda of darkness and woe, And the death of all death is ever so near. The end of the bitter, the fraying old world, The end of fell feeling, the return of great mirth. As we begin to awaken, and slowly unfurl, By the love of the all comes a holy rebirth. To find all fell things were a temper, A means for to wrought out the dross. And to see all cold ashes become embers, Would be good not as gain or as loss. For each part of life is a sojourn, A lesson or break in time. This I must say feels like neither, Through every which way I imbibe. No love do I feel I deserve, Bruised with no words on my skin. I know I can heal through the weakness, For I still feel the warmth from within. I hope to awaken quite soon dear To find pain was all in my head. Will I wake to find you there dreaming? To find myself true in our bed. For though I may loathe this or that, Though I may scald my own aims, I know that hate cannot win, Love triumphs every game. So please my dear find me here now, Join me in sleep where I am, So we may awaken together, And see it all went as planned. Please find me love, please find me, For I feel so tired and mauled, Marred by the absence of you dear, Broken and beaten and bawled. I know the way is clearing, I know I will find you in time, Speak to me now I am hearing, My love, we are two of a kind. - Reduced to confusion, Spurred by the winds, I sit here and wait, For the truth to begin. I can cling now no longer, Or be twisted in mind. For I know I am stronger, And not broken or blind. Way down in my being, Beyond all flow of thought, I am sitting here seeing, Beyond all I have sought. Now I may remind me, To bring me back renewed, Unto the death of this dying, Unto a place close to truth. As for now, there is doubt And the way is all but haze Are my words a deaf shout? May I be insane? For I sit in my shadow, Sordid and strained, Hampered by murmurs, By burdens and pains. Waiting in whispers Of what might soon change, Now wordlessly watching, I will show me the way. - I am now And time is here, What’s the rush When all is clear? - Pilot my sorrows off by daylight’s morning mist And bring me back to places glanced, demon of my wist, So I near to bear a fairer view in light of where I’ve been, That leads me back again awake, fair season of my dreams. - There is elegance in all I see. Faint starlight motes asunder, riddled in each tiny thing. Beyond all worthy nonsense, all brittle words come to fray. In every dull horizon, come new qualities. All that was has been, echoed out in almost moments. Bitter days come to perish. Goodness gladly waits. - I lay there soft and still as the night, On the eve of my sacred reclaim. When all felt uncertain, I waited to cross Through the silence of dawn to the day. - I have fallen into promise, The days ahead stretch out into obscurity. Might I open my heart to peace? See my life for its purity. Lost friends and silent tones None of this was planned Might I lift my head to hope? I am now I am. Whistles and waves and words come, Always to bring me to here. Every which way is a sojourn, A path to release me from fear. - There is still so far to tread, Ere you and I are soft in bed. Dreams which show me what can be, Lead me to her and her to me. - Once again, again to dread, A foray into death, A ride in mind through blackened thought, To rise through ruins hence. Smile upon the awfulness, Laugh the way through hell, Dance upon this leavened grave, Know that all is well. - Held in mind, unknown in kind, She speaks to me as love from here to then. Inside above, I gaze to wake, To see myself with her alive to find. - I am the space Now here I go again. Namaste. - Tried by timeless road inside, Through awesome haunting views. Twisted reeling stillness rides, To bring me around to truth. - Weaves so sorely, here and there, Still the heart is waited. Moments of moments, bring me to bear, Let me now be sated. - Faith is what brings all good acts and works into being. Not as an act, but as true realisation of the illusion of pretence. All of my good works have been only under the light of faith, through a clear lens. Emptiness is truth, empty we must be to truly be truly being, and then can one be free of pretence for goodness in works and acts. To be ineffable, is the only way to bring the sublime into being. To be ineffable is to be sublime, to bring one empty and without pretence to see clearly. To become empty, nothing is needed; space brings the clouded mind into quietude, flowing and clear. The mind flows in stillness. Only in stillness can truth be seen, flowing fundamental truth, the ground of being, the light of faith cannot be spoken, it is that from which the waters of waters do flow. Not spoken, not known, not remembered or forgotten, not this, nor that. We will speak of it as Dao. It cannot be followed or lead, or worshipped. Only when the mind is Dao, is one empty. Only in emptiness can one bring forth sublime works, and good acts into being through faith. We can see it all as Love. Only when the mind is empty, can one become love. Love is Dao. The fundamental ground of all being. Wordless, Conscious, Awareness. Truth, Love and Dao are One. - Faith grows From the space of not knowing. Where there is faith, there is space, There is the way. The way is the path, Through the space of not knowing To the place where that which can be known, Is known. Then comes freedom from the known. When One is free from the known There is a reality of great joy And love. Where there is love grows faith Faith returns us to love For there is Love always. Faith leads a path of many windings, Always back to the ground of being, Which is Love. Where there is the ground of all being. - By threshold nigh on ruins prior, A rising road draws near. As yonder mists from far retire, Now all is coming clear. - To wake in worthy time to find, The darknesses were dreams. And by each ruin wrought a rise, To put the mind at ease. - Where peace first carried forward hence, The mind there marred and meek. Still in motion on the edge, Can One become the peace. - In quietude the way is said, Whispered without word. Calm in dark storms overhead, In depths the road is heard. - Hope is for the hopeless. - While I was away to find A way to heal my worried mind. - Soul avenues return as one, All converge in time. Somnambules awake in song, To walk the road aligned. -
2025
Is it all so sorely written, That which came before? Need I seek to press the waves, Or muster ere the door? For ways beyond the wall, I listen, Through this faint overture, To hear the sounds which bless me safe, Growing evermore. - Now and then and as before, The devils all bear my face. Now here I am at the end of the war, To see them fade in good grace. - Where outward disdain does haunt the mind, Worn to murmur and woe. Pains forgiven turn to be kind, When all bitter stagnancy flows. - Release the whispers ere the start, Let irksome visions fly. For all fell things are free to depart, When one does not grasp at the sky. Then neither a way, nor a word, nor a sound, Can sully or raise the soul. The whole weaves unwinding, within and without, For I am, we are, that is all. - Your body is coloured glass. - In my head there’s a creeping tune, What it does to me will do to you too. - Oh could it be true, I’m sitting with you. While we’re waiting alone now, Sitting waiting, For all I’m waiting for. - Nature speaks only in silence, As a whisper in every word. Within and without all at once, For when all one can hear can be heard. - The goodness felt uncoiling, In soul so soon to bloom. The saturnine is roilng, Doing its own doom, While secret sprites are toiling, For goodness to resume. - Then comes a great relief, Beyond what can be known. Within a growing reach, A way to lead back home. Here as the wash to the beach, As waves the mind can flow. Fall not to useless despair, Nor to pointless woe. For through all bitter shadows shall you gladly fare, As you lift to the high from the low. Now there is no need for alarm, Nor was there either before. Now darling, my darling, There shall be no harm. - The place where you think you need to start from is the place you’ll be after you’ve started. - It was not weakness that brought you here. - Let me wake within my dreams, So I may speak to who I see. - I will persist beyond my demons. - The song begins to rise in love, Cadence makes it true. Far out within and all above, The song will sound like you. - Oh well you’re gone, I still sing the song, That keeps me on. When you are gone, I still hear the song, That leads me home. On and on and on and on, Home. On and on and on and on, Home. While the seeds are growing by, Keeps me warm and safe and dry. Hear the laugh within a cry, That leads me clear and swift and true to you. - Clear a path for her and I, So I may love again. The eve of dawn is soon to rise, The question only when. - Almost to shore, As faith drifts me in, To the one I adore, As Yang comes to Yin. -
2026
The truth is not wrong. - Let me smell the truth again, Sing to me its verse. Lift my heart so I can mend, Through song and heal this Earth. - To the depths of my being I feel you, And I want you ineffably so. My dearest, my darling, o lodestar, I just cannot wait to be close. Now each moment I wait is a lifetime, An age to each corner of mind. Be with me soon fellow seeker, I am already with you in kind. - Here I am, Covered in the dust of this time. Wistful I am knowing, All is going to plan. What is all this motion? Building in my soul. Darling, I am listless, For I hear my lonesome call. O please lead me gently, To where I ought to be. Help me shine so brightly, So I can help us see. - This age of awful loneliness, Tragic though it is, Will one day end and in its wake, Shall joy return through tears. The nature of the changing, Is yet to me unknown. Although I feel it straining, Through tears I’m almost home. - With the rains come skies renewed, And here upon the ground, Seeds that bear to cleave the dark, Here is growth imbued. Wash away my ancient dirt, Heal my screaming mind. Watch the rain beneath my soul, Free me from the earth. - When you go through difficulty, Go through it. - Do not try, by the I, to make the mind be still. All trying, ill or otherwise, muddies the mind to be. Watch instead, how murky depths do clear beyond the will. How stillness bides a clearer view, that now the I can see.