The Mystery

 

Cells vibrate at Ascension speed,

Chakras spin like tops,

Universe orbits infinitely,

Sacred music never stops.

 

What seems without is deep within

Reflected like a mirror.

What is projected outside

Is like our breath, but nearer.

 

Seeming differences

Can confuse us

‘til Truth teaches

how Life uses us.

 

We are that!

Source of life itself.

Same as every species,

nothing withheld.

 

Life force draws us

deeper into mystery.

Peace drops us down

liberating our history.

 

Transparent NO THINGS

dancing in the light.

All the same God

laughing in delight.

Quilting

 

In a quilt of quietude

golden threads of souls merge,

in a tapestry of silence

all therein submerge,

 

in a needlepoint of Awareness

emerges the path of inquiry,

patiently joining all together

in a patchwork of Leela's mystery. .

 

 

Props

 

Props shore up

the mind's plays at entertaining,

yet nothing it can conceive

hints at what's permanently remaining.

 

It's not until the fortress implodes

we see what we were after;

every elusive demon met

digests us in bubbly laughter.

 

 

The Ocean Within

 

The sea is misty,

The waves roll in,

Ocean pulses to the beat

Of the Mystery within.

 

How deep is the ocean?

How quiet is its core?

Can i be still enough

To be with what is more?

 

Can i forget myself

And drown with no hope?

Go further than imagination,

Further than i can cope?

 

Explore beyond all limits,

Wherever Essence leads,

Lose all control

And still be able to breathe?

 

Rejoice in This Moment

 

Rejoice in this moment, it is all you have.

The point of power in a life of mystery.

 

Focused like a laser beam

In your personal history.

 

This small increment of time

Razor sharp like a dime

 

Spent on a momentary passing fancy

or going deep and trancy

 

Either way makes no mind

Judgement will never find

 

home.

 

 

Queen of the Jungle

 

The jaguar is master of all she surveys,

Tho’ surveyors burn all that the rain

forest purveys.

Her obsidian eyes no longer gaze,

Rather they melt into reverie of

better days.

 

A time when otters and tapirs

would play,

When Incas and Aztecs made

their way,

When time stood still . . . on a holiday.

Vivid memories, forever branded on DNA.

 

Now Sheena, Queen of the Jungle,

hides away

From the searing blaze of her dismay,

Wanting so much to continue her stay,

Former regal huntress reduced

to prey.

 

 

The Grab Bag of Life

 

The grab bag of life has many pockets.

Highways and byways and might have beens,

Small Rosebud hands reaching . . . for what?

An intimate surprise calling my name.

 

I have grabbed and been grabbed by life.

I have been stippled and stickled, scarred and tickled.

I have been disappointed and reappointed with destiny.

Coincidence has grabbed me by the throat, crushing the truth out of me.

 

Somewhere between the intention and grabbing the brass ring

I ended up with a handful of blessed lint.

 

 

Destiny

 

I am on the road to my own death.

The bolts of broken promises jolt me on

my way

It may look like I-70 just outside of Denver,

But I know it's just my mind at play.

 

This highway paved with good intentions

Surely descends, spiraling into Hell,

Scalding clouds into cauldrons of doubt

Confirming this rare life was not done well.

 

So little time and so far to go,

Round the next bend of will,

A lightning round of possibilities inspire

Scorching thoughts of future thrills.

 

When this jagged journey is over

And life force leaves this one

I will hitchhike on the lightning

And claim my place in the Sun.

 

 

YOU Can’t Make Me!

 

YOU can’t make me:

grow up, do what YOU want,

be nice, be a good girl,

eat what I should, lose weight,

exercise, write a book,

do what’s good for me,

obey YOU, follow directions,

have a career, have a nice day,

be a good mommy, love YOU,

love myself, plant a garden,

scratch your back,

make you tea, walk a mile for ice cream,

love YOU,

That’s my choice. . . for the Beloved.

 

Where Are You Going?

 

Child of darkness

child of light

where are you going

in your flight?

To the fridge

or to the mall

count your addictions

you’ve tried them all.

Where did it get you?

Not very far,

everywhere you go,

there you are.

 

 

My Nike poem--Just Do It!

 

I’m not as scared as I used to be

being on the verge of being me.

All I’ve ever done or hoped for

has turned into a misfit metaphor.

A Goddess body swollen with seeds

of unplanted and unmet needs,

roads taken and dead ended

relationships blurred and blended.

Spirit always calling me home,

”Sit still a while no need to roam.

Follow the blueprint of your creation

and bring your True Self into full manifestation”

 

My Cat Loves Me

 

My cat loves me

that’s a start.

I can build on that,

mend a broken heart.

My son loves me.

I feel so blessed.

He forgave me,

who would have guessed?

My daughter loves me.

It’s a no-brainer.

She thinks her mom’s

an entertainer.

Sometimes, I love me.

It comes and it goes,

ripples of radiance,

on the outside it shows.

 

 

Intimacy

 

Come close, go away

was my pattern every day.

Then a miracle occurred

showing me how absurd

the notion of me was.

Obscuring the world in gauze,

cloaking True essence,

shielding the presence,

of this Heaven on earth.

 

Halloween

I am haunted by shards of memories

sharp as a razor's edge,

ghostly spectres inhabiting me

rattling chains deep in my soul.

Jingling from room to room

brushing cobwebs from my mind,

lost in the mist of gloom

my mute voice shrieking eerily.

Only the undead can know

there is no escape,

no hidden panel or trap door

this spirit can pour through.

 

Rinoceri-i

 

My skin hangs down like a rhinoceros,

enfolding and scolding my softer parts.

It's really a preposterus

invitation to a game of hearts.

Here i go into the forest primieval,

taking a chance on cupid's bow,

not quite ready for intimate upheaval

still afraid of how far i'd go.

Someday i'll pare down to a sleek gazelle,

able to dodge hunter's hands,

trusting all will end well

and i will gaze instead of glance.

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