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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

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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

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

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

Tsunami Rising

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On being washed away forever

A very stormy sea with one enormous wave, a moody sky behind with the sun breaking through
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The depths of life that spring from me
As I decide, within your freedom
Now, to let these mysteries
Evolve within your certainty

I witness to the rising of the tide
Upon a swelling sea,
A wave ascending in my breadth
Encompassing all I have been

Then bursting forth through troubled seams
That tried to hold and held no more,
Exploding past the girth 
That I had tightened till my sides were sore

And as I seek to cast my net
In wider climes than heretofore,
I’m tumbled from the vessel 
I’d been sailing to the shore

A vast arising wells below,
Upsetting all the plans I’d laid
Within my static grieving woe:
A desperate heart resolved to hide

With windows shaken to their soul
And shattered glass upon the floor,
I’m hurled into reality
A course I’ve never known before

I feel the wakings of a mind
That’s never let the love of souls
Interpolate, become at once
A dazzling faultless star filled whole

And in these dreams where memory
Had held itself so fast and sure,
Capitulation bows to freedom
Devastation rules no more

I wake into the breathless air
The sunshine beating on my skin,
I rise as from the depths of care
To claim what life is nourishing

I’m reconfigured from the old
Interpreted all fresh and new,
The language that I spoke before
Has been released, replaced, renewed

And as I cry humility
Comes rolling ‘cross the pummelled sands,
Approaching ever closer 
To the place in which I stand

And as I laugh and let my mind
Be raised unto these heightened views,
I witness to the depths of life
Arising in myself in you

My One Desire

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On the breathtaking nature of love

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My one desire: to be with you,
To feel your tender hand
Upon my head, your gentle arms
Wrapping the present where I stand

My one desire: be near your heart
And dearest as you are to me,
To all you are and all that I
Have truly been in thee

Be nearest to the heart in me
Between the solstice and the bay,
That curves around the centre
And that shelters me at play

Be the wave that winds me
As I try to take the breath you stole,
And pin my arms upon my sides
As I release and fall

And drop — and peaceful, fall no more
Through sandy caverns, time-spent olds,
I am the timeless falling lyre
The eagle’s wings still holds

And as the drifting wails reach 
Your vessel rocking on the wilds,
My music rises and bequests
Itself to keep you as a child

Innocent to worldly claims
Delinquent to its raucous cares,
Untroubled by its lures and 
Dis-acknowledging its wares

I keep you as I hope to be:
In freedom from the woe,
Of pleading invitations
To a crude and fateful throne

My one desire: to be with you
And keep you safe from greed,
To nourish, through the crown that opens,
Every depth of need

To win with you the mighty throne
That takes us all the way,
To perfect and immaculate
And everlasting grace

There is no need that is not met
Nor that our love won’t be,
Surrendering so softly
To the part we play in thee

There is no competition
For the love that we have won,
For deep within complexity
Simplicity lives on

The Call to Dive Within the Soul

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Inspiration sparked by the mystical beauty of Teresa of Ávila’s ‘Interior Castle’

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Soul of wisdom, soul of truth,
Soul of blessed heart divine,
In the mansion of your truth
I rest within your precious climes

In sultry dusks intrepid hearts
Will rise to rein their glory home,
Their pounding power beats the turf
Devouring illusions sown

Within a grist that’s milled its troubled last
A thousand billion years,
That tortured itself with the past:
A myriad treaties for its tears

And suddenly it hears a sigh
Its own beginning breaking through
The troubled stance it sought continuance
Within its darkened truths

Admonishing itself at once
For failing heretofore to see
The power of decision 
In the mind that chooses to be free

Arise, arise, and hearken to
The deepest truth you cannot bear,
That rising through your choice for darkness,
Waking through a chorus fair

Succumbing to the glorious song
Angelic harmonies become
The coalescence of the soul 
Divided from the precious One

The sacrosanct, the chiming bell
That in each soul will ever sing
To welcome hearts that ache 
To witness to its clear and gentle ring

The call to dive within the soul
To taste the pleasures sweet and deep,
That humble minds can slide within
Its wealth of treasures here to reap

And rising, as the phoenix
In its mighty wings the power be,
To recognise illusions 
And to let the mind soar free

No fight is heard, no struggle won
For as you turn and look behind,
You recognise the past is gone
All are released, the things of time

From here within the instant
Of such powerful clarity,
The wisdom of your rising heart
Takes root within your majesty

Ever Known

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Words received in the wildness and openness of the full moon

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The wildness of the mind 
That is discovering its way home
It reaches to the mind
Communicating with its own

Joining in the sultry light
The ever rising moon
Is casting on the shrubs
That skirt the desert’s holy runes

It wanders in the scrub 
And finds its way by scent alone
To everlasting openness
Expanding through its starry dome

Into the gentle stillness
With the quiet night time sounds
Surrounding it, encapsulate
By air and solid ground

The mind that finds its way
Past evil traps to sacred ways
That travels forward to rescind
The painful darkest days

That casts intrepid light
Upon the core of what was heard
Just a moment previously
Unlearning all it learned

Unhearing all it heard
Now disillusioned to the sight
Of everything it thought it saw
Within the misty light

That opens into heartfelt sorrow
As the die is thrown
Into the abyss 
Of all that heretofore was known

Waking as from dreams of horror
Mysteries shatter, fall
Into a billion pieces
As the battle cries its call

Out across deserted lands
That bleak and sombre seemed
To lie in wait before you
Now transformed and blessed, redeemed

Into this courageous mind
That is washed clean, prepared for new
Enters the beginning 
Of a new and precious truth

Entering the sunset
Of a peace that calls it home
To where it’s ever tranquil
Ever nourished, ever known

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