Category: Poetry

Take Me Home

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Clarity will come

A gentle path between trees in summer with the sun shining down
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If I got to hold you, feel your energy
Wrapping me in comfort, the wholesome mystery
Of your mind, of your arms, and of your gentle peace
With the grateful knowledge of your light shining eternally

If I got to hold you in perfect symmetry
Waking to the light of morning shining through my dream
Covering me in kisses as your fingertips caress
Every hill and valley of the landscape we cannot possess

If I got to hold you in the glorious simplicity
Of the recognition that the heart will ever be
Wild in disestablishment, contrary to the binds
Of a marriage blessed by hope, laid vulnerable by time

To all the ingenuity the separate mind can manifest
The certainty of troubles cast within a scene of jest
I recognise that deep within desires that machinate my core
Is the increasing clarity that all I want is more

To feel your gaze upon my writhing, rising certainty
That only far beyond the forms perception seems to see
Is cast the beauty that we choose to recognise and know
As from these forms of humanness we can afford to grow

Nothing will be lost as we traverse evolving realms
Nothing’s here to lose, everything’s part of you as well
The revolution of the mind, its glorious mysteries
Will show you, through direct experience, you are all you need

And the sacrifice that seems to occupy my seeking mind
The disbelief that Godliness will satisfy and never bind
Is quietly, in an instant re-translated to accord
With choosing to become the life that’s opening in my sacred core

So if I got to hold you, as I wholly want to do
Feel your breath upon my neck, your hands exactly where I want you
Such delicious fantasies that weave the dream-spell’s tapestry
Would be alive an instant in my mind within a dream

So all I’ll do, as I don’t know the route that should be known
Is hand all my desires to the one who always shows
The brightest way, the road that takes us back as fast and sure
To peace within the heaven of the love that is his law

I trust in you to guide me and to make all passions true
To take this needing, roaring heart, and turn it back to you
To leave behind the winding paths the troubled mind still wants to know
To wake me from the substitutes I’ve made, to take me home

The Piano

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The notes that fall within the fertile soul

Abstract image with water, sky (above and below the water), a mountain, and something resembling a broken down piano
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I am the piano, your fingers work the keys
And every breath of life that I’ve resisted is released
I am the piano, your fingers write the chords
I’m here beneath your fingertips, they intonate the words
Words like water, lilting phrases, stimulating tenderly
Rivers that exist within and far beyond the body that you see
As I am lying open hearted here before
The grace that feels the majesty of music at its core

Music is the water, emotion is the song
Translated to energy as we move beyond
Form and time and space and things that troubled beauty held
And restitute eternity with every blessed swell
As the zephyr rises and the crest is peaked to fall
Rolling as it rose, a building magnitude, a wall
Power built on power in its ever gliding roar
Soaring us to certainties we’ve never felt before

I’m delighted by the prospect, joyful rich simplicity
Unabashed by troubles cast within the world of empty dreams
To enjoy the consequence of driving forth the winding snares
That beheld uncertainty, the fear of loss, infinite cares
Woe betide the one who seeks to hold what cannot be
But the merest wisp of heaven cast within a dream
Let us rise beyond the dearth of this beguiling coup
Subjugating, pacifying, stifled and subdued

Contrast with the beneficent hope of certainty
Deep within the heart in this impeccable release
Rich in beauty, seamless joy, home to perfect mind
Infinitely pure and gentle, always soft and kind
Rising with the climax of the swelling melody
Bodies used as vessels of communication, peace
Intricate in glory, manifested through the words
Spoken by the keys as their caresses are expressed, adjourned

My heart holds the strings that feel the hammer’s mighty blow
Raining tones of complex beauty fall within the flow
Wrested deathly from the minor depths, released to soar
Out into a universe it’s never known before
I become the notes as you express your clarity
That the grace you play from knows the truth that we are free
Freedom is the tide that carries every one back home
As the notes that fall within the fertile soul are sown

Stemming the Tide

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A futile attempt!

A beautiful, gentle stream, bubbling over rocks, winding between wooded banks
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All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell this energy, to stem this tide
I’ve spent a lifetime alone with these words
Wondering if they’ll be written or heard

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that these shoots have been dying to grow
And now their trouble is quelled and dismayed
Shelved and uprooted, dismissed and betrayed

All I can tell you, all that I see
Now I’m allowing this water to bleed
Stream through the cracks of my travestied crimes
Soulful expressions of opening mind

All I can tell you is that I’m free
From my desires and grave inconsistencies
All that I’ve misunderstood and denied
Previous decisions, washed out with the tide

All I can tell you, all that I know
Is that the seeds have already been sown
There’s no returning, there’s no going on 
To a life I have lived many times and is done

All I am learning now, through this dismay
Is that the form of things is my delay
All I’ve discovered is all that I need
A space beyond time that is welcoming me

All that is opening, all I can tell
Is that this newness will counter the spell
Of the becoming that I tried to be
In the dark depths of illusory dreams

All I can tell you about where I’ve gone
In the deep spaces, discovering my songs
Is the magnificence, far beyond words
Finding the phrases that want to be heard

All I can tell you is that I’ve tried
To quell the certainty swelling inside
But I have failed, it has risen right through
Every expression of wholehearted truth

With my decision to be who I am
All that I wanted before is closed down
All that I wanted and all that I’ll be
Is right here right now in this instant with me

Where it Starts, Where it’s Sown

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Is where it ends and the only place it can go

Water pouring and raging through a rocky course
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I guess what I’m starting to see
Through a mist that’s beginning to clear
Is that there’s only one who I’m never too much for
And there’s only one I can always retreat to
Can always communicate all of my water to
Just let the torrent come crashing and finding its way
To the heart that will always be waiting
Will always be joyfully baiting its breath
For each future instalment of death-wrenching honesty
Nuanced bequeathing of tempested opening
Crashing asunder the firm dammed up walls of intention
To be more like something a girl should
And not let my water spill out on the paper 
So wildly destroying all things in its path
As its poetry rises amidst all the glory
Of thundering musical grateful expression

Its your heart alone that will always be willing
Will always be mine, never of the opinion
That maybe I need to learn, now, how to rein it in
Hold back the power that’s fighting my hands at the bit
Writhing body beneath me expressing
Its dissatisfaction as, twisting and turning,
Impeccable power, impeachable rectitude
Wholly becoming the force of my need 
To be free from desire and free from contention
To drift like a deep forest breeze through the pine needles
Holding all souls that I meet with a gentle becoming
Absorbing their tranquil conformity
To an existence that feeds all it sees
A deep rooted gratitude implanted centrally

So I decide, I discover, I see
All of a sudden that finding a person
To hold all my water as I flow, eternal,
From the true source to the depths of the ocean
Is probably unrealistic and all that I’m looking for
Honestly, in my expression
In my extradition of purpose,
Projection of power, inquietude, restless ingratitude,
All that I’m looking for, all that I need
Is to go to this power itself to receive all my water
The power that, past comprehension,
Is peace, but dynamic, is raging, and now flowing faster
This instant then ever I’ve seen it before
Crashing welcome through memories, casting asunder
The past that I’ve stored in my body
And kept, all consuming, as troubled identity
Now I’ve been given a new joyful chorus to sing
It’s alive in my heart as I memorise
All that it gives me in each new breath in
Gently absorbing its richness and clarity

All that I need to become or to do,
I can embrace all this watery goodness,
And send it all back in an instant to you
You are the source and the ocean that holds me
As I wend my mystical, musical way
Back to the life that creates me this instant
In mystical, musical, magical truth
Accepting your heart is the one true redemption
From wanting a something I never can find
Or asking for things that can never be given
From all of my dearest projections of mind
Expecting from them what you only are giving
The perfect, incalculable peaceful knowledge
That all of my water and all of my flow
Will infinitely be received and acknowledged
And loved, in your heart, 
Where it starts, where it’s sown

It’s Your Heart

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A lesson received and gratefully understood

Abstract swirls of creative flow around a magical light-filled pool of water
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Can you start to understand, it’s because it’s you?
It’s because it’s your heart that the notes flow through
It’s your peace, your energy, consciously aligned
With the flow of beauty that is present in your mind

Can you start to understand, it’s because it’s you?
It’s because of all you are and all you cease to do
As your heart is moved to spell the voicings and the words
Clarity becomes them as they spill out and are heard…

Deep within the mysteries that consecrate the soul
Waking in the centre of the one accepted role
Peaceful, unbound, soaring, out beyond the stars
Every moment you receive the music in your heart

It’s because you listen as the notes come through
Holding them within your heart, alive within the truth
Every note is sacred, it’s an energy
Wrapped within the instant it arrives here from eternity

Every note is herald of the gleeful tide
Rising from the trickles that between your pebbles sigh
Rising to a culmination, raging at their core
Wildest inhibition casting, homeless, to the score…

All the notes you couldn’t seem to understand or see
As the joy of quietude comes rushing through your dream
As you let the well of life come rising, bubbling through
The sudden understanding that it’s because it’s you

Because of You

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Finding the courage to give

Sunlight streaming through the trees onto a sheltered glade
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Because of you it opens
Because of you they come,
They hear the call to witness to
The ever pulsing drum

They hear the call to action
In their hearts, so blessed be,
And they determine to become
The light they see in thee

They come because they’re hungry
For what you have to serve,
The crops that you’ve been nourishing
Within your sacred verve

The spirit you have hearkened to
Each time that you have called,
Intrepid, to the warrior 
That tears apart your walls

In fearlessness we stride ahead
Through valleys dark and drear,
Amassing to our side
The hearts that rise amidst their fear

And heartened, blunder onward 
Though the path seems dark between
The glorious gentle openings
That in their souls still sing

We rise amidst security
Of knowing we are free,
In spite of the hallucinations
Haunting all our dreams

In spite of darkness clinging to
The self we knew before,
Our gentleness is conquering
The battle lines we’d drawn

Between the misty nothings
Of our hearts, so troubled through
Complexities of passion,
Contradictions to the truth

Between the old ideas 
Of reality, that sown 
Into the seams of royal robes
Had seemed to occupy our thrones

Because of you they’re torn apart 
And thrown upon the floor,
Their power disacknowledged
In the heart that looks for more

Because of you the souls 
Who had been struggling in the whelm,
Return to power, beauty, sentience:
Their rightful realm

Within This Instant

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A very singular solution

Worlds being grown in petri dishes
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Let me give this day to you in gratitude for all the peace you’ve given
And continue to within the certainty I’m living through you
In this present, glorious, powerful security
That deep within and far beyond the world of form I’m free

The separate mind is a confusion of a billion troubled cares
Confessing instability, transgressions, unaware
Of all the power that is circulating through its very veins and nervous system 
As it shuns the thoughts that it itself has given
But has bound up in a memory that seems to play before its eyes
Surpassing inhibitions, heedless to its troubled cries

Into this belief in anguished nothingness the answer comes
And offers to the asking mind one solution to its myriad questions
In a singular experience that shows
Far beyond misapprehension that the world is grown inside a petri dish 
Within the stark laboratory of separate mind
That seeks to circumvent responsibility for what it finds
For what it fears, as, troubled now, unconscious, disbelieving 
Of ‘the how’ the world is made each instant
Deep within the tempest of its own beliefs and every thought it thinks
And everything it sees; the circular experience of fathering a dream

In gratitude I give this day to you as I begin to see
That deep within the dreaming of such instability
There falls and lies and rises through the misted anguish that I knew before
A new interpretation that will feed me at my core

We know that a theology on which every mind can agree
Is stark impossibility and not to be alluded to or dreamed
But an experience that takes each mind beyond the tramp
Of trudging through the suffering of pain unto indignity
That takes the hand and leads the dance out to the starry universe
Beyond what it had previously allowed itself to know and see
But accessed only deep within and centred through the body mind
A root that guides the self to the experience that its free

A common experience is ours to know, indeed

I rest within my gratitude, my rancour is dispersed and cowed
As to this great awakening I open and allow myself 
To conjugate and be the beauty of the universal peace of clarity
As all I’ve been, within this instant, is released

All I’ve Ever Been

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A love poem to water

Pink blossom trees overhanging a beautiful still lake, a gently sloping bank just asking you to sit for while then dive in!
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I let myself be water 
As I finally choose to see
That deep within the mysteries
Of life, I’m always free

I let myself be water
As my tendencies to hide
Are loosening as the swell of beauty
Rises through my peace of mind

I struggled with my water 
Because I refused to see
That deep within the mysteries of the soul
I’m running free

Coursing through the fields of battle
Ever flowing rhyme,
Past such scenes of devastation
Guardians of time

I’d forgotten I was water
As I tried to be
Something that was static
Cast in stone amid the stream

In the dream of sanctuary
I’ve finally deigned to tell
Stories of the gratitude
That lift my heart to swell

With the water’s majesty
And with her sacred flow,
As I return to that which courses
Humble through the gloam

In gratitude I rise 
Amid the water’s folky rhyme,
Its purity immerses my
Intention to divine

The fear that I had lived within,
Believed myself to be,
It’s thus released and handed to
The flow of perfect peace

The mysteries that engulfed my mind
And left me crooked, bowed,
Are now revealed in candour
As my heart finds its way home

The spaciousness, a watery grave 
That’s separation’s tomb
Is waiting with her open arms
I flow into her womb

As I become the ocean
With such startling clarity
I recognise within myself
It’s all I’ve ever been

Just.. Wait!

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A perfect paradox

An ancient grove of trees, moss and colourful flowers with a path leading along the valley and up the mountain. AI Art Generator.
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Just wait! Wait a moment
Do not troubled be,
That everything you had believed before
Is being released

Just wait! Wait deep within
The mystery that you’re shown,
Dismiss the need to understand
The beauty that you’ve sown

Wait! Wait for eternity
To open up inside,
It’s beating heart’s within your own
As you let yourself start to glide

Wait upon the moment
Of such glorious certainty,
That stops you in your tracks
And guarantees your future peace

Wait upon the something
That is pushing through the glebe,
Gasping for a breath of sunshine
On its tiny leaves

Wait within establishment
And watch its crumbling walls,
Apprehend its leaving 
As within, without, it falls

Take your prior complexity
Uproot it at its core,
Loose the mind that sought for freedom
In the dearth of ‘more’

Feel your way to present bliss
As you begin to see
That everything you’ve ever dreamed of
Lives eternally

Nothing here in form 
Can ever feed or ever give
The light you need
To understand what it is to live

Nothing here in form 
Can ever feed or ever raise
The light you need to see within
For you to feel praised

Nothing in the nothingness of form
Can ever show
The beauty that admits a glimpse beyond
To what you’ve always known

Nothing in the nothingness of time
Can ever be
What you are, what you’re being given,
Just you wait and see!

This Blessed Flow

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A poem about dissolving into the mind that writes the poetry

A moody cloudy red sky over a beautiful still ocean.
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My mind, it thinks in poetry
I cannot quell this blessed flow,
As, hungry, I bequeath myself
To savoured riches I am shown

Cascading joys of ancient knowledge
Breaking through containered hoards
Of fantasy I drove before me,
Burdened by decisions worn

I humbly open to your mind
And let the hero of the dream,
The master I’d been playing
In the one repeating scene,

Return in his humility
To what he knows is ever true,
That all the meaning he’s been searching for
Is found in you

Between the saturated masts 
That line the wild tempestuous bay,
I’m redefined in solitude 
My fears are washed away

Remorse and ancient pity
Take their place now, side by side,
They’re sunk within the oceans
Of an ever grateful mind

And glinting on the surface
Of the ever changing whole,
Is changelessness itself
Arising in the wakening soul

It glistens at my heart as I 
In decadence disband
The citadel that was constructed
With my charred and earth worn hands

A limitless horizon
Disappears before my eyes,
The world succumbs to beauty
And a fire fills the skies

The fire meets the water 
And they merge into the one
That mystifies the mind
That separation has become

And I am lifted out of seeming
As I fall within
The body of this dreaming heart
That witnessed to my sin

The sin of separation 
Is now gently washed away,
As deep within the waters of the mind
I find my way