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A Misdirected Passion

…In a wholly senseless dream

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Death of the body is nothing
Death of the mind is all
Death of the deathly mind
That seeks to know itself in form

Death of the heartless body
That suffers, falls and dies
Is nothing to deciding to
Awake from deathly lies

My mind is dead already
All I see is war
Conflicting tongues pull out their guns
Travail: the body’s law

Attacked, I am attacking
Or this I wouldn’t see
Beneath my mask of smiles
The darkness hides my murdering

My mind it is the murderer
My eyes perceive the form
Of ancient grievances
That propagate what’s earthly born

Destruction is the engine
This entrenched, deluded mind
Is desperate to presume control
Of what it cannot find

So death is my salvation
Whichever way I die
Death of the body serves the mind
That wants to stay in time

But what I choose to kill
Marks out the different paths I’m shown
A murderer I’ll be
Whichever way I choose to go

And death will feel the same
Whichever way around I die
The difference only
Death once or another thousand times

And so I make my choice
Within the dreaming of the world
I choose to die to death
And all its extraneous forms

I choose to see the minds
That are at war within my own
As one conglomeration
One single form, my home

And as I enter into
Each and every one I see
As I receive them, cellularly
Energetically

They penetrate my being
With their anger and their fear
Every attack I’m humbled to
Receive and hold so dear

As they become the one
That stood here, separate and alone
The death of all their dying
That I’d savoured in my tomb…

Becomes our sacred joining
As the two become the same
The million-bodied one
Is sanctified within my heart again

And as the phoenix rises
From the mighty mountain side
Her wings translucent fire
And her scream a wakening cry

The souls that cried within my own
Released to freedom’s shore
Their own decision reigns
But this true gift remains for all

That there is nothing left
Of space and time and putrid form
That into the immensity
Of holy life we’re born

We stand upon the parapet
Infinite space below
We sense the rushing of the wind
Into the void we flow

And, falling, we can understand
The body’s ever been
A misdirected passion
In a wholly senseless dream

Free

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Lyrics and live video of one of my songs

A beautiful lake with trees all around and mountains in the background underneath a golden full moon
Author image, thanks to NightCafe AI Art Generator

I willingly slip into the waters that run
Deep within the self that I’ve begun to get to know
Deep within the self I choose to be
As I learn to let go of the dreaming of duality

And this time I let myself fall
Welcome the comfort of the arms that aid my understanding
You are my canvas covered walls
You are the structure that gives shelter where I’m standing
And each time you call
I’ll be there in leaps and bounds will fly across the heather
For our laughter says it all
The love that I’ve found here rips apart my twisted tether and I’m free

I’m free

I willingly slip into the riches that hide
Deep within this force of light, the power of my mind
Deep within the self that I am shown
As I raise my eyes and take this power as my own

From this time I decide to be
Everything that I’ve discovered in the light of love’s direction
Now I accept that I am free
And I believe all that I see within the light of love’s reflection
Each time you need me
I’ll be here in love with every joy and every sorrow
For I have faith in the love I breathe
And I offer it up anytime for you to borrow for it’s free

It’s free

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

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

Freedom’s Welcome

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Here are the lyrics to one of my songs

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I don’t believe in the lightning that floors the trees
But in its passionate force I retrieve myself
Floating amid a dark storm I called grief
It’s a bolt driven home through insanity’s hold

And I won’t believe in the self that was hateful 
I’m regenerated, born into stability
Wrapped in the grace of my own last resort
I find gentle humility turning to port

And my anchor’s not tied to the sea’s rocky floor
Where it ripped up the surface and cut to the core
It’s invested at last in a promise that’s kept
As eternity melts into all that I’d wept for

And rids me of any last necessity
To hold onto my fear or to doubt that I’m free
As the sun glistens clear through the depths of the waves
My presence is here and my past is erased

I am freedom’s welcome
The increase in gravity offers my gratitude
Peace and security
The dream state released to a certain reality
Home, I’m home, I’m home, I’m welcome home

And cast into the fire of all I once believed
Is the certain release of all I have perceived
And incredulously, I find myself free
When I choose to accept total responsibility

And the only response I can give
To all that I see now to ensure it lives
Is to breathe it on home, and to know that it’s mine
’Cause perception’s a dream, and reflections divine

Are created the moment I open my mind
To a generous beauty that words cannot find
I allow myself here, I allow myself now
Because everything else is as boring as hell

And reality’s sight is so deliciously
Full of light and of freedom, the juicy totality
Rises to greet the new mind that I am
And all my reflections stand here hand in hand

We are freedom’s welcome
The increase in sanity offers my gratitude
Peace and security
The dream state released to a certain reality
Home, I’m home, I’m home, I’m welcome home

Grace, so still, invisible to me
In each moment previously

Is holding my heart in the palm of its hand
Is providing the runway on which I can land
Is here and is now, in this space and this time
Is directing these passions, providing these rhymes

We are freedom’s welcome
The increase in frequency offers my gratitude
Peace and security
The dream state released to a certain reality
Home, I’m home, I’m home, I’m welcome home

We are freedom’s welcome
The increase in frequency offers my gratitude
Peace and eternity
The dream state released to a certain reality
Home, I’m home, I’m home, I’m welcome home

The Snake

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POETRY

A poem seen and felt in my heart

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I feel him rising at my heart
The temptress tamed and wrest apart
From all his wicked winding ways
So straight the path he climbs and stays
Upon, as through my heart he glides
His body’s movement nimble, lithe,
He casts a stone upon the shore
Of welcome at my beating door

And then, as sudden as the tide
He rises to my throat and chides
The darkness that was trying to hide there
Now releasing, open wide
He lingers, filling all I feel
With tender energy and zeal
He lingers, gliding quelled a while
And lifts his heart within my smile

Sated, now his sliding trills
Into a movement upwards still
As up to my third eye he climbs
With gliding body, perfect mind
Into grace with every sweeping
Movement, now my faith to keep

As he rises to my fore
His lust presents to patent core
A memory succinct, agree-
-able to every worldly taste
But ridiculed by all who see
The freedom that surpasses thee
Thou tempting, crazed, deluded one
That eats from earth, rises by sun

I now am free to finally choose
The light of truth that in me glows
The peace of truth that rests in me
The eyes of truth that in me see
The grace of perfect, loving care
That rests within and finds me there
The gentle, lilting vocal tones
That rouse me here and take me home

I Become My Lover

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The heart of you is rising in my deepest brightest soul

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I become my lover
In the mystery of the night,
He sees within my breaking heart
The waking of the light

I rest within my lover’s arms
His clarity I breathe
My misdirection altered
To the path he sees for me

He holds my head upon his breast
Undressing all my plight
Within his sacred purity
I recognise the light

He tears apart my misery
And shows me caverns gold
That sparkle in the luminescent
Beacon that he holds

My lover is the morning
He rids me with the dawn
Of nightmares that had wrapped me
In my terrors old and worn

He wakens me with sunshine
And he blesses all I see
With a misty mountain air
That my heart has longed to breathe

My lover is the poetry
That flows within my soul
That offers me its beauty
And that perpetrates my goal

My lover is the infinite
Impossibility
Of capturing the flow of life
That issues forth from me

My lover is the sanctity
That I can never own
But within which I live
And breathe and walk and love and grow

My lover is the lighthouse
And my mind the rocky shore
Endeavouring to unavail
The purity within my core

My lover is the mountain
And I the traveller be
Who sits a moment at his ridge
And views the shining sea

My lover becomes part of me
As now we cease to be
Anything that separation
Knows, pretends to see

My lover becomes part of me
As now we cease to know
Anything that separation
Seeks or tries to show

When I Choose to Be Free

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When the show is over

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When I choose to find the present
The arrow aimed directly at the centre of my mind
I rest in the blissful solitude of completeness

When my mind, full of nothingness 
Becomes the mind of emptiness
Then the fullness of everything steps up to take its bow

The credits roll up the curtain 
And timelessness, its breathtaking power
Reminds me to relax into its majesty

When I choose to be free
In the silent centre of myself
Where the self is acknowledged as a story past and gone

Set upon the stage, acted by 8 billion
Released into eternity’s beneficent refrain

I discover a deepening connection with the wholeness that I am
I recognise a truth I was defending with my separateness
And for this grateful instant out of time
Within your peaceful promise
I am at home

Unimaginably Beautiful

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A poem experienced through a glorious gladioli

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I look into your face
For a perfect moment the universe is the intoxicating colour of your skin

Richness magnified intensely, my consciousness enfolded in the satiny immersion of your electrifying expression

I am saturated by the iridescent nature of your sepals’ colouring
Enjoying your obedience to the never-ending question of transition

Sleeping reptilian spines, ripening daily, revealing rich cascading blooms
Bursting suddenly, astonishingly, to the irresistible command of a forceful, silently chiming directive

A most remarkably inspiring shedding of skin

Destinies fulfilled
Treacherous, cavernous ways through deadly dunes averted
Songs of the open and blissful heart sung in euphoric harmony

An entire universe of grace, unimaginable beauty
A wormhole transporting me to flowing wells of freedom inside the openness of every blooming shell

The depths I can go to in me through you
As surprising and as beautiful as the never-ending opening of your soul to me

I cannot defy you. I must awaken, enliven, flower in irrevocable glory
Despite the fear that closes on my mind and holds me, trembling, still
I cannot respond to you but with my own blossoming of mind, my voice and my rising, grateful heart

Your petals will fall with the irrepressible illusion of time
My petals will droop and stale, as yours, before the body’s time-felt end

But beyond these death haunted dreams the glory of eternity wakes in the spirit of your irreversible flourishing and my breathless witnessing

I will always know your gifts and hear your song, alive, in this perfect, present heaven

And I will ever know the timeless constancy of our connection, our brotherhood, our love, throughout the ever-expanding infinitudes of mind