“Observe your body

Mandala of the Universe

Of ancient design

Holy Temple of Consciousness

Observe the message of the body”



Timothy writes in the forward to ‘Psychedelic Prayers’:

“Tao is best translated as ‘energy’, as energy in process. Energy in its pure, unstructured state (the E in Einstein’s equation), and energy in its countless temporary states of structure (the M of Einstein’s equation).”



Ancestor of all things

The 14 billion year old

Dance of energy endures

Beyond life



 

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Ganesha

Ganesha, Son of Shiva…

Ganesha Sharanam Charanam…

Warrior of our heart…

Remove all fear and trepidation…

Lead us out of the darkness…

So happy with my new poetry book…

The cover surely the hook…

My heart swells as I look…

Take inspiration from the cover page…

I offer all to this ancient sage…

I invoke you from my cage…

Unlock my wisdom and let it rage…

Beyond the confines of who I am…

To who I am…I am…

I am a disciple of …I am…

A follower of I am…

Don’t seem to get out of the groove of …I am…

Like being in the bottom of the Grand Canyon

looking up..

Too deep these grooves…Too deep…

So next to my heart I keep…

Quietly listening for the sound of your sacred feet…

With salutations …I greet…

My Beloved Ganesha so sweet…

Inspired by empty book with

Lord Ganesha on the cover.



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I Had a Heart to Heart

Get some things straight from the start—

I Love Me—It’s true—

It’s never too late—from an open heart—I state—

Counting my Blessings—many Blessings—

Enough is enough—

         Really—You’re blessed—For sure—Get real—

Watch while the ego in layers peals—

Like a piece of fruit—remove layer—after a layer

Expose your root—your source

Divine Goddess—you know this of course—

Go forward with creativity with gifts—

Life is swift—its over in a blink—

Need to write—I’m blocked—I think?—

Have fun—get done—your deed—

It will manifest—what you need—

Don’t worry about skills—it will happen —Gods will—-

Ask what you wish—while you’re sitting still—

Watch—the script unfold—

Sentimentally behold…

One of the greatest stories told—

With words the past we’ll remold—

To tell of our journey—from darkness to light—

Unawareness—to the delight—

The wake up call—heard by many—but not all—

It’s autumn—early fall—Harvest time—overwhelmed—

But having a ball—

Getting older—getting bolder—

Within me a Peace holder—

Why are we here?—let go of fear—all experiences dear—

Without them—

Who?—Creation of all this life—

Is you—Me—We—

In the background—music plays—

Music for what stirs my soul—names of God they sustain

Guru Dev Guru Dev Namo

Guru Dev Guru Dev Namo

I surrender to the name—all names—all forms—are true—

You—Me—We—

I allow your presence to penetrate my being—

At this moment that’s what I’m seeing—

OM Namo Guru Dev

OM Namo Guru Dev

My every thought is yours—

Through my empty vessel—Your grace pours… restores—

In you—In me—In we—



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Bodhisattva Self

Once again…Unbeknownst to me…

You rescued me…

Again my Bodhisattva me…

Wings in common, we share…

When ever they tatter or tear…you’re there…

My friends, from such lineage so deep…

To have the courage…to give my voice wings…

To give my voice wings…

Who else but my Bodhisattva me…

Every thing I think matters…

Every thing I feel matters…

Its all matter…

Yes it does…It matters…It all matters…

It’s all matter…

Remember…matter follows thought…

It all matters



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Shattered

Being in the place where dreams shatter—

Knowing well there was existence before—

And there will be dreams after— to explore—

But in that moment—

Light shards shatter life, as we knew it—

Shattered, shifted in a direction not planned, not dreamed—

Where breathing shallows as not to disturb

deep—waters—

Breath labors, running out of air—

Drowning on our life’s last experience—

A creation so unique, designed specifically for us—

Our individual manuscript—

Ohh—an inherent flaw?

No exit—no way out—

Not one of the fragments makes a whole—

Like small islands grouped together—

None of them big enough to lay down your head, to rest—

exhausted from the storm—

No prayer profound enough? No mantra long enough?

No teaching deep enough? No song sweet enough?

Just you—yourself—and what is—

drowning in the space between the fragments—

Sometimes it’s quiet—sometimes it’s loud—it laughs—and cries—

And sometimes remembers—-as new dreams start to solidify

emerging from beneath old sliding fragments—

From where does this new island of hope and Love arise???

How does that happen???

To trust again—

To put your heart on the line again and again and again—

Knowing well the consequence of Love—

Ultimately having to let go—in some way—

some form or part or all you dreams—so exquisitely executed—

This spirit’s ravenous appetite for existence and Love —

Not love—Love with a capital—L—



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Setting a Date for Divine Indulgence

She’s a feeling—her thoughts a reeling—

She’s a Bhakti—filled with Shakti—

She’s Durga and Lakshmi and Saraswati—

Adores Ganesha—Jai Ganapati—

Like his devoted Mother—Parvati—

Jai Jai Jai Jai Ganapati Deva—

Life in the form of living Seva… Maha Parvati,

Pita Maha Deva …Ganesha Son of Shiva—

She loves to gather with all the Devas—

to go within—

Together they put a new spin—

on an old fashion-quilting circle—

With its needles and pins—Instead of patches—

In the circle—the Phoenix hatches—

New ideas form in a golden egg—

In preparation for this Golden Age—

New dimensions—no pretentions—

Here we are in the amphitheater—

Look the Lion in the eye—

OM Shri Sathya Sai—

Instead of needles and thread—

We use sacrament instead—

We get high—our egos die—

What’s right I ask?—

For this grandiose task—

It’s not a choice—we’re chosen—

In the gossamer web… we’re woven—

A new kind of quilt with a slant and a tilt!—

Mending the holes in the grid—

To have Peace on Earth—

We must get rid—

of intolerance and prejudice—

This is the Divine wish!—

Takes a quiet mind—the gods insist

In the nectar of silence—It’s hard to miss—

Jai Hare Krishna—Jai Hare Krishna

Govardhana giridhari—

I’m ready to merge—

I’m ready to party—

Shiva Shiva Shiva Shambho

Lets climb in our boat and row—

What we reap—we sow—

Gently down the stream—

Together we make a good team—

It’s already fate—

So let’s set a date—stay up too late—

Let’s spin and dance—sing and pray—

Back within the sacred cocoon—

I’m ready—want it to happen soon—

Collect your attire—what it inspires—

Put on a crown—gather your wits for another round—

Slide on your slippers—lace up your shoes—-

Let’s go within—with this sacred few—

We’ll simmer and cook—this magic stew—

The alchemy of Love is blended—

Who’s, who—what’s true?—

Though there are many—the sun is one—

So once again can we come together—have some fun—

With that being said—I’m going to run—

Cause I said what I said—

That’s it—I’m done!!!



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Higher Ground

Higher ground…that sounds profound…

Reminds me of a gospel song…higher ground…

Where we sway, sing harmony in rounds…

Being we’ll be at sea level…

It won’t matter if the earth fizzles…

According to what the Mayans chiseled …

Doomsday, carved in stone, they say…

It’s over red rover…kiss your ass goodbye, its over.

Maybe his chisel broke…or just a cosmic joke…

What do you think…could be over in a blink…

The whole thing …an interesting ring…

Something someone would sing…a country music theme…from the Grand Ole Opry…

Where every thing is lost and gone…wives, kids, the hound…even the old jalopy…

Can’t win for losing in this country tune…

Where we all become extinct…becoming Earth’s next ruins…

Higher ground…that keeps running round and round…painting a picture instead of sound…

The Hopis paint a rainbow path…arching towards the heavens …away from Earth’s wrath…

I gasp! Hey, I could exit with some sacred stash…

Enter the next plane…We could start a new strain

I’ll reel it in…on that refrain…

I can’t forget about Nostradamus…by predicting the future, he became famous…

Genius you are…at naming the stars…Jupiter and Mars…

Viewed by most, as not sane…must have been difficult in a world so lame…

On higher ground…this is my last round…

Go within…WE win…if it’s over…we’re done…

We’ve Won…Whatever happens…Happens…

It’s all predestined…We’re One…

So really…I’m just looking for some sacred fun…

Deep fun …where the ego dies…No you or I…

Just those sighs…

Were all just amoebas in this vascular flow of life.

It doesn’t really matter…if this earth shatters…

Just trust the flow…let go…you’ll be told… what to do…where to go…Each next step…

The Gods will show…what to do…where to go…

Just remember …STAY IN THE FLOW……………

……………………THE TAO KNOWS………………….