WAYPOINTS
This is a very personal page. It contains writings that have sprung more from my heart than anything else on this website. They start with the most recent and extend back in time. They are like messages from my past that serve as waypoints marking some of my wanderings. I have been many men during the time spanned by these writings, but I see there is a thread, a path, an underlying self.
I hesitate to call these writings poems since, even though I enjoy poetry, I have never done the work to learn the poet's craft. The best description is probably the French phrase "quelque paroles bonnes". Just some good words.
INDEX
AT THE END OF THE ROAD?
From the krystal sands I watched the watery road waving between me
And the sun as it was lit and painted with the colors of my life.
The silvery striving of youth for success and wealth
Brightening into the blue of wisdom and clarity
Watching the ruddy colors of pain and loss
Turn the road into the purple of
My old age.
As the sun sinks closer to the horizon my watery road becomes a blaze of gold.
And I see myself as a fifteen year old boy out there in the distance
Dancing, cartwheeling, jumping and spinning in the shear
Joy of being alive in the glory and beauty of the
Golden road.
From the shimmering sands at my feet to the horizon there is only beauty.
My heart lifts with joy and I will send love to that boy dancing
On the golden road until the sun sinks below his horizon
And my vision disappears into the
Deep waters.
But the golden road itself goes on as long as the sun continues to shine.
When you see it shimmering in the sands beneath your feet look out
To your horizon and you may see a child dancing in the distance.
It could be me. It could be you. For, on the road lit by the
Colors of love, we and the joy of the
Spirit are One.
Hotel Krystal
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
March 7, 2017
IN THE NOW OF LOVE
In the frailty of the nights of my old age I feel sad to be separated from all
The generations of my children in this season of love and togetherness.
In the wisdom of the days of my old age I know that I am connected to them by
Love and that the love between open hearts prevails over all the distances,
Even oceans, that separate us.
In the glory of the Light Within I also know that Love prevails over time,
Even over death, for the now of love exists within that timeless place
Wherein the Spirit lives, where all the past and future of our
Loves converge in connectedness.
In the now of my love it is not Jesus but the pain and paralysis
Of my flesh that sinks beneath my wisdom like a stone.
In the now of my love, the Angel who shares my life
Is lighting a candle with a lovely light beside my bed,
The music of sweet sister, Snatam, plays beneath the light.
Casa Colombe is filled with the peace of the love between us.
And everywhere I look is beauty; the tree is brightly lit and
Decorated with playful memories, while the forest around us is
Resplendent with a glistening dusting of welcome whiteness.
Our larder and our hearts are full as we prepare to celebrate
The birth of Love into the flesh of humanity.
Three months after his birth, I lay next to the newest child of
My great and grand parentage and looking into his smiling eyes
Sang to him Snatam's beautiful blessing that is my wish for all
Of my children and all of the open hearts connected to me
In the now of our love.
May the long time sun shine upon you
May all love surround you
May the pure light within you
guide your way on
guide your way
on.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 21, 2016
ACTS OF THE SPIRIT
The youth stood shaking in fear and grief amid the ruins of his mountain village
The earth had shuddered and the buildings had tumbled into rubble.
Weeping, he shouted for all to hear
"I hate God."
An old man, once his teacher, came to him, put his arm around his shoulders and said
This is not an Act of God, my son. Our suffering has been brought about
By the Laws of Physics- the same laws that create the magnetic
Fields that protect all life on earth from the searing solar winds.
Do you expect the finely tuned laws of the material Cosmos
To be altered by spiritual forces?
"Then, where is God?" asked
The youth.
The old man pointed to the people risking their lives and digging at the
Rubble with bare bleeding hands trying to save the lives of their neighbors and to the
Medics working without sleep or comfort to bind the wounds and ease the pain of
Suffering family and friends while the priests walked among them mourning their dead
While aid and compassion from all over the world was descending on his village.
The old man's open heart beat in coherence with open hearts all over the world tuned to this tragedy.
Such hearts are nodes in the crystal network of human consciousness that amplifies openness to the Spirit.
In laboratories and schools all over the world people were struggling with complicated data trying to
Learn what caused the earth to shake and the buildings to fall hoping to be able to predict and protect.
In hospitals and agencies all over the world the merciful who know no borders were organizing aid and relief.
In homes all over the world the compassionate who know no walls were donating the resources for rescue.
The compassion; the desire to learn; the drive to protect, comfort and heal; the courage to risk; love itself
These are Acts of God - the Spirit who is Love.
In the coherence of the crystal and the co-inherence of the Spirit
The old man was filled with power, hope and love.
The youth heard him murmur "God is real"
As they knelt together in the rubble
Listening for signs of Life.
South Fork, Colorado
October 17, 2016
A BLESSING
The old man cradled the baby's tiny head in the palm of his hand Her back resting against the trunk of his forearm In the calm and quiet of the moment, they looked into each other's eyes He began to softly sing a few verses of the chalisa and lightly laid his hand On her chest over the new heart growing and beating within and said:
You will be an instrument of His peace.
Where there is hatred you will bring love.
Where there is injury you will bring pardon.
Where there is doubt you will bring faith.
Where there is despair you will bring hope.
Where there is darkness you will bring light.
Where there is sadness you will bring joy.
You will console.
You will understand.
You will love.
You will live forever.
I will love you forever.
The old man wondered at this.
He had intended to offer a blessing and a prayer
But Francis' words had flowed from him with prophetic certainty.
He knew he would always find light in the memory of her infant
Indigo eyes shining on him from her perfect little face.
And his heart was filled with joy and hope.
(Photos: courtesy of Amelia Neptune.)
Washington, DC
September 14, 2016
VOICE OF THE SPIRIT
In the sanctuary of solitude I listen
For the voice of the Spirit.
And I hear songs of love
Written in the rhythm of reason.
When I open the black window hanging on my wall I see
The world outside through the eyes of the media.
And I hear the Spirit weeping with Compassion
For all the suffering children staring into
The cameras in confusion and grief.
The Spirit weeps out of sorrow and frustration.
And screams "It doesn't have to be this way!"
The way out of this hell is simply Love
Because hell is where God is not
And God is Love.
The Spirit has been whispering, shouting, singing this
Simple truth into mankind's heart from the beginning of history.
The sages of the steppes that gave birth to Indo-European civilization
Wrote in the Upanishads that Brahman the Creator was Love.
Jesus of Nazareth's life was a manifestation of that truth
And inscribed on the rock of His Church are the
Words of Peter and Aquinas that "God is Love".
Rumi and Hafez knew, danced and sang to
Allah as the Beloved.
The disciples of hatred who have closed their heart to the truth of Love
Are free to do so because the essence of Love is freedom.
These creators of hell on earth choose to constrain others
And only achieve to be constrained in turn.
Violence will always beget violence.
The way of Love leads through compassion
To the growth of Awareness and the
Intelligence of cooperation.
The Creator Spirit imbues all living things with awareness that is the essence of life.
And imbues evolution with the hunger to grow and increase awareness through
The feedback mechanisms of the intelligent brain and the networking of individuals.
On Earth, Spirit inspired evolution has brought forth humans: self-aware beings
With the capacity to Love and whose Consciousness is still evolving.
Those who have hardened their hearts to the way of cooperation
Are resisting the forces of evolution that have created them
And are denying themselves the presence and power of the
Spirit that Created and sustains all life in the Cosmos.
Only open and loving hearts can ever hear the
Beautiful songs of Paradise that are only
Sung by the Voice of the Spirit -
The God who is Love.
South Fork, Colorado
May 15 - September 27, 2016
AT 80
The long time sun shines on Casa Colombe
On a west-facing slope of the Sangre de Cristo mountains of New Mexico.
The light shines through cool crystal clear air filtered by the mountain's forests.
The trees and hills shield me from the sounds and the lights of Santa Fe.
I can hear the wind waving the branches of the Ponderosa in the yard.
The light from our Galaxy blazes across the black skies of night.
The life in the soil of the garden sleeps under snow waiting
for the warmth of spring and the tilling of my hands to
Explode with food and flowers for the
Bountiful tables of
Casa Colombe.
My body knows well the pains and dysfunctions from growing old
And it is a chip in my chest that keeps my heart beating and the life flowing.
But my ego that images and strives still feels and values the vigor that remains.
The light within guides my scientific mind to the horizons that limit the local reality
Of the observable universe and shield our instruments from the non-local reality of
Singularity, entanglement and the un-collapsed wave functions of Hilbert space.
Just as my spirit is guided to the horizons of the womb and the grave
That shield our local consciousness from the non-local reality of
Universal consciousness - the realm of
The Creator.
I am blessed to share my life in Casa Colombe with the woman I call My Angel.
Our Casa is filled with peace and beauty and the music of the spirit.
The walls and halls of the Casa are filled with the art and memories
Of family and friends as my heart is filled by the presence of their love.
The love between my angel and me blesses our days with the quiet strength
Of togetherness and our nights with the warm comfort of intimacy.
I am truly blessed among men to live in Casa Colombe where
All love surrounds me.
In a few days time it will be the anniversary of the beginning of my life
I will experience the overwhelming joy of holding my children in my arms
Of being with so many loved ones and looking back to the loving people
Who gave me life, nurtured me in childhood and walked with me on my path.
I want to celebrate all their lives and let them know with
These words how grateful and happy I am
At 80.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
February 9, 2016
THE HUNGER
The tiny cell floating in the ancient ocean became aware of new dangers
And it hungered to live.
Its mem"brain" changed the chemicals of legacy and cloning contained within it
And epigenetics was born
At the dawn of evolution - billions of years ago.
The tiny microbe floating in the ancient ocean became aware of the others
And hungered for their contact.
The hungry microbes sent signaling ions from their mem"brains"
And the chemical conversation of the colony was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
The microbes became aware of the sunlight
And hungered for its energy.
The mem"brains" built and pushed paddles to feed from the light.
And photosynthesis was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
The mem"brains" became aware of their limits
And they hungered for awareness.
They cooperated in their joining and cloning and awareness.
And multi-cellular life was born:
A giant leap of evolution - billions of years ago.
Humans shivering and burning with climate change looked to new lands
And they hungered to explore.
Light in body, large in brain, they ran toward the frontiers.
And Homo sapiens sapiens was born:
A giant leap of evolution - tens of thousands of years ago.
When the running stopped and humans were home they became aware of love
And their hearts hungered with love.
They wrapped their children in the protective arms of love
And art and instruction and civilization was born:
A giant leap of evolution - thousands of years ago.
Today, I am a tiny cell of awareness floating among the dangers in humanity's cyber-ocean
And the tiny I aches with the all the hungers of evolution.
My heart knows these hungers are the presence of the Creator in the living world just like
The laws of physics are the presence of the Creator in the material world.
And my heart beats with the hope that just beyond the horizon
A giant leap of evolution - is soon coming upon us.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
January, 2016
THE BOSQUE
Outside my window autumn sunshine reflects the gold green splendor of the Bosque
That grows on the banks of the Rio Grande where it spills out of the mountains
Onto the fertile plain of the San Luis Valley of Southern Colorado.
The Bosque and I live where the river leaves the wilderness
Of its birth and starts to weave its way through
The hungry farms that will suck at its body
As it winds to its ending
In ocean waters.
For years the warming skies of drought have sucked away at the
Mountain snows that nourish the infant river with milky melt.
The river and all its Bosques and all the land it waters
Have weakened and its people are worried.
But now El Niño stirs and strengthens in the vastness of the Pacific flaying the
Winds and flinging them to new destinations across the winter lands.
If he turns his face to the Rio Grande, he will fill the clouds over our
Mountains with ocean waters and the winds will pull south the
The frigid airs of the north and the San Juans and the
Southern Rockies will greet this winter's sun
With the gleaming white albedo
Of healing snow.
If El Niño weakens or turns his face away from our mountains, we will see
Drought and floods and distress throughout all the Bosques.
If El Niño embraces us, the Rio Grande will be fed and
Fattened and life will thrive in its valleys and
Hope will return to all who live in
The Bosque.
October 2, 2015
THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND
Seventy years ago your tiny hand clutched the fingers
of the loving people that brought you to life
And your soul connections began in the
Giggling, cooing, mewlings
Of milky infancy.
As the nurturing years passed your soul grew
With the touch of family and friends
As the music flowed from your fingers
Through the breath of your flute.
In the flowering of womanhood your hands grew to know
The touches of love and the struggles of work.
Your soul grew with the connections
Of lovers and partners and people
In faraway places.
Many years ago, after a night of music under the stars of Santa Fe,
You reached out for my hand and with that touch
Began the soul connection that became
The dance of our life together
And the salvation of
Our love.
Decades have passed and your hands grow strong with the weavings
Of fabric and life in the fullness of womanhood.
And our souls have grown together as our
Hands have aged and our
Love has grown.
Tonight is another night of music under the stars of Santa Fe
And I am so grateful to still feel in my hand
The anchor of my heart -
The touch of your hand.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
My Angel
For Louise
Santa Fe, New Mexico
July 6, 2015
NO RESISTANCE
No resistance! I read those words of advice long ago.
I wasn’t too sure what that meant back then.
Now I’m beginning to understand.
If I become open to inspiration
And surrender to the idea
Of being guided,
What can happen?
The ocean breezes cool my naked skin as I lie open to
The long time sun shining in the clear blue sky.
Palm fronds are dancing overhead in air fresh watered
By the surf waving at the edge of the Krystal sands.
My skin and senses are alive with the joy of being alive.
Sweet Sister Snatam is telling me that I am becoming the
Song of my Heart.
The angel that shares my life sleeps happily by the blue pool
Where I bathed upon leaving the sands.
The blue stone I wear over my heart has guided me to this blue pool.
My surrender to the truth that God is Love has guided me
To seek Love in everything surrounding me
And finding myself surrounded by love.
It seems wise as I choose the realities of the life yet to come
To follow that surrender with no resistance
To the Love of the
Creator.
Five magnificent pelicans just drifted overhead and my
Angel bent down and kissed me on the mouth.
No Resistance!
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
February 28, 2015
BONUS TIME
For eleven days I sat in a room with death
Thinking about love, feeling my body
Weaken as the beatings of my
Heart continued to slow.
But the light of love within my heart
Calmed me and brought me peace.
I saw this guiding light shine
Even on death and
Through death.
Before taking death's hand I wanted
To leave behind words telling of
What I had found at the
Endpoint of these
Waypoints.
I wrote that I saw that "The One", the
Spirit that quickens all life and
Inspires all awareness.
Is Love itself.
God is Love.
Love is
God.
I saw that I, one of the many,
Co-inhere with "The One"
Through Love.
It was surrendering to that
Simple but profound truth
That brought peace to
My failing heart.
The wheel turned. As death left the room
He told me to remember that
I was now on bonus time.
We parted on good
Terms.
Now a miraculous bionic bonus maker
Beats away beneath my collar bone
Keeping my heart pulsing in pace
With my life's demands.
I will live as I have lived but with renewed
Resolve to bring awareness and
Gratitude to as many
Of my moments as
I can manage.
I will try to write of what I have seen
With clarity and beauty and let the
Light of love guide my way
In these days of my
Bonus time.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 24, 2014
IN TIME
At the time of my death I will be soft like snow and
I will melt into the ocean of the waters of life.
The stardust of my body will swirl off into the
Local Reality of the physical universe.
My consciousness will slip into the
Nonlocal reality of universal
Consciousness.
My soul will merge with
The Spirit from
which it
came.
The Spirit that is the Creator of all reality
And the resting place of all memories.
The universal and singular consciousness
That unites all awareness, that
Is the ground of all being,
And in which all reality
is Coinherent
The living Spirit that is the singular
Dynamic process of the
Coinherence of:
Awareness
Truth /Beauty
Love
"The One"
In time we
Are all
One.
South Fork, Colorado
June 4, 2014
SWEET SISTER
Bringing our open hearts together in
Warm loving hugs of friendship,
My heart opens ever wider to
The free flow of love and
The whispers of the
Spirit.
I can be myself with you, both of us able to
Embrace the feminine tenderness and
The juicy intensity of maleness
That dance within me,
As we embrace the
Goddess at play
Within you.
There is no hurt in our embracing
Because our hearts are open,
And the love that flows
through open hearts
Brings joy, and
Does no
Harm.
Through your own open heart
You find joy in the love
I have for the Angel
Who shares
My life.
You are a beautiful friend that
I am happy to love,
Sweet Sister.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
February 21, 2014
EPIPHANY
Men of learning and science, power and wealth
Arriving at the crib of the Infant.
The mind bending its knee to
The mystery and love of
The Spirit.
The coming full circle of the mind
And the Spirit that enables it
To create and to love.
Bended knees in
Gratitude for
Life.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
January 6, 2014
ALTERED STATES
In the straightest of states
My awareness spins across time's ocean
Lighting what I need to see to safely navigate
This worldly life through all its frantic commotion:
Maintenance and finances, responsibilities and dangers,
Contracts and constraints, my body's urges,
My body's complaints.
Sometimes I need to slow down the spinning
And focus the light on fewer things.
As the spinning slows
I can see the beauty that flows
All around me, even glimpse obscurely the
Connections beneath time between all that I see.
I know that when the spinning eventually stops
Only the mystical state of one-pointedness remains
A place beyond the reach of language
And this poor poet's power.
There is skill in the slowing of the spinning
Sensing the balance of doing and seeing.
Not too much. Not too little.
Seek bliss, Do no harm. The life
Dance of this self-aware
Human being.
In the slowness of the spinning I find myself
Slow dancing on Hanuman's altar to the music of Love.
The skill to this dancing begins with the
Hearing of the music.
I want to slow the spinning and
Experience the bliss of one-pointedness and
Leave the reality of witnessing words in our 3D+1 Cosmos
Before the fiery furnace of death dissolves my worldly life.
I am the I who will die and
I am the I who I will meet in the bliss of
Oneness.
In the slowness of the spinning
I sense the Love. I sense
The Bliss of total
Awareness.
I am the I who dances.
I am the I who will die.
The music will never die.
The love I have danced
Will never
Die.
In the slowness of the spinning
I sense Love. I become
Love.
Now the world calls.
The seeing spinning speeds
Leaving the altar to an altered state.
- I wonder how the Tao is
Doing?
Santa Fe, New Mexico
September 19, 2013
FIRES
The skies over South Fork are blistered and bronze
With smoke from the blazing burning forests.
Magnificent tall spruce trees, wounded by
Thirst in the dry windy drought are
Killed by tiny burrowing beetles.
The fires feed on the trees'
Dry gray bones.
The winds of drought drive
The fires to rage against the
The tired brave people charged
With saving our human culture.
Maybe someday the tired brave people will
Rage against those who deny man's responsibility
For energizing the atmosphere with our wastes and
Upsetting the balance of energy between the
Oceans and the skies.
Maybe someday all the world's people
Will cooperate in the struggle to bring
Harmony between human culture
And our planet's ecology.
Or, maybe everyone will just go their
Own way and the fires will continue
To feed on dry gray bones.
Tonight, I will grill some sausages,
Marvel at the colors in the sky,
And send my love to all the
Tired brave people.
South Fork, Colorado
June 20, 2013
VISITS
Two social weekends in a row!
Whoa!
What a beautiful gift and a great joy
To be with people with whom
You share love and
An open heart:
A taste of
Heaven.
Tonight we're both a little tired
In our aging bodies and
Sink into the familiar
Sounds that we
Two make.
I hear the voice of my angel,
Music, the wind in the trees,
Water falling,
Birds calling,
Dove wings
Whistling:
A taste of
Heaven.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
April 29, 2013
WATERFALL
The years that water my life
Twist, turn, and tumble down the slippery walls of time.
Looking back up through the mists of my freefalling days
I see the swirling confusion and energy of youth and
The focused forceful streams of manhood.
I see rainbows bathed in the glory of light
Painting the walls with beauty and joy.
I see dark clouds tinged with salty tears
Etching the walls with stories of pain and loss.
Around me now are white waters of dissolution.
I taste the surrounding sweetness.
Looking down I can see the quiet green pool
Waiting at the foot of my life's fall. Strength fails me -
I fear the violence of the quickly coming splash
The end of the waterfall of my years.
Now the Spirit who rides with me through the fall of time
Opens my heart to hear in the sounds of the splash
The laughter of children and the music of home
To find strength in the certain knowledge
Of the Love that awaits me
In the green pool at
The foot of the
Waterfall.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
January 8, 2013
SOLSTICE 2012
Solstice
Turning point for the North
Days of deepening darkness turning
Toward days of lengthening light.
Tomorrow the Mayan calendars reset to zero
The odometers turn over
New cycles begin.
Desperate for change, many hope
That this solstice could mark a turning point on
Mankind's journey of evolution from out of the caves.
A turning away from ignorance and violence
Toward the light of Awareness and
The warmth of Love.
Without a solstice, the road ahead descends further into a world
Where religious fanatics and states slaughter the innocent
Because they pray to the One God from a different book;
Where insane heads of state are allowed to destroy
Their nations in the name of national sovereignty;
Where politicians refuse to cooperate for the
Common good or the protection of our planet
To protect the interest of the wealthy few
Or the purity of irrelevant ideologies;
Where the insane can easily obtain
Weapons of war to massacre
Our sweet babies.
It is up to us, the rational and the compassionate,
To bring about mankind's solstice and force a turning point.
We can flood the road ahead with tears of grief and resistance.
We can create a storm of howling winds of anger
And thunderous cries of "Enough is
Enough!"
United we can resist leaders taking us over cliffs of selfishness
And lift up those enabling the solstice of mankind,
With their faces turned toward the light of
Reason, compassion and the
Wisdom of
Love.
After the solstice
Comes the
Light.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 20, 2012
A CHRISTMAS STORY
The Christian scribes wrote
"In the beginning was Logos,
And Logos was with the Creator,
And Logos was the Creator."
In the language of ancient Greece, Logos means
Reason, the Law, the Way and the Word.
The Dharma is Logos, the Tao is Logos
The Vedic Ṛta, ऋतं, is Logos
And the sound of Logos
Is AUM
ओं
The holy words of the Hebrew scribes
Tell us that human beings are made in the
"Image and likeness of the Creator."
צֶלֶם אֱלֹהִים
The Creator is
Alive.
Living Logos is Awareness.
Therefore the Creator is Awareness.
And the Sound of Awareness
Is AUM
ओं
The holy words of Christmas sing
That "the Logos was made
Flesh and dwelt
Among us"
Om Mani Padme Hum
ओं मणिपद्मे हूं
The Infant of Christmas, who was made of Logos,
Grew and lived among us revealing the Truth
That Logos is Love
And that the Spirit of Logos dwells within
The souls of all human beings blessed
By the descent of the
Dove.
The Spirit of Logos is the Holy Trinity of
Awareness, Truth and Love.
But the Prophet of Islam reminds us
That the Creator is One.
لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله
The mystery of the Trinity is that
Awareness
Truth and
Love
Co-inhere in Unity as the
Only Creator there is:
"The One"
The comfort and blessings of the Dove,
the Spirit of the Creator, "The One",
Comes to all humans whose
Hearts are open to
Love.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 16, 2012
SELF AWARENESS
My Self, the Spirit within me,
Is a tiny cup filled with water
from the Ocean of the
Creator.
A tiny cup co-inherent
With the infinite Ocean
Because of the water
Within it.
The precious water of -
Awareness that creates reality from information, "it from bit"; and
Love that opens my heart to the good, the true, and the beautiful
and fills it with compassion for all the thirsty people
who have lost sight of the
tiny cup within that
never runs dry.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
October 20, 2012
CELEBRATIONS
Surrounded by love
Before family and friends
I stood with Sarah and Will
And asked the questions and said
The words that married them
Joining us all in a ceremony of hope
Celebrating love and the beginning
Of a new human
Family.
Surrounded by love
In the quiet beauty of my home
I celebrate my own marriage and family.
The years have deepened and sweetened my love
For Louise - the angel who shares my life.
I take joy in the lives of the seven
Women now walking the earth
Who grew from my love and desire for a family.
I still feel a father's tender wish
To wrap them in warm white wings
Of protection and freedom
And unconditional
Love.
Surrounded by love
I joined with our extended family this summer
Celebrating the marriages of two of my granddaughters.
Now there are three new families for me to love
Three beautiful blessings to celebrate.
For the more I love the more
My heart is open to love
And the more I love
The closer I am to
The Source of
All love.
Surrounded by love
I celebrate the memory of the many people
That have loved and inspired me along my path.
The love that we have shared and the love that I have lived
Are a part of my Self - the soul that lives forever
in the ocean outside of space and time.
The connections of my soul are blessed with the love -
Of the family that nurtured and protected me as a child;
Of the teachers that led me to awareness, love of the
truth and belief in my Self;
Of the young woman who grew with me into adulthood
and gave birth to our daughters;
Of the other women that joined their path with mine
for a time and let me love them;
Of the friends, the precious few, our souls connected
through open hearts.
Surrounded by love
I celebrate the connection of my soul to spirits that
have passed before me into the Ocean of the Creator-
The relations and relatives I see in the palm of my hand;
The ancestors coded in the DNA of my body's cells;
The great thinkers and leaders whose words and lives
continue to inspire my awareness;
The people I have loved who live in my thoughts;
The Gurus and Masters of the Brotherhood
gently guiding my way home.
I celebrate your presence in my life.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
October 18, 2012
THE CLIMB
Striding up a vertical rock wall
Splayed like a spider on water,
He searched for purchase for the
Tips of his fingers and toes among
The tenuous and tiny imperfections
In the smoothness of the rock.
Clinging to the wall, he steeled
His mind and aching muscles
For the effort of the
Next step up.
Around his body was a safety rope
Belayed to his beloved below.
He was focused on a bolt glistening in the sun
Anchored firmly in the rock just beyond his reach.
She, focused on his effort, called out encouragement.
Finally, he stretched toward the bolt
With a clip on the rope in his hand.
CLICK! Another stage of the climb
Safely behind him.
"Take me", he called out to his beloved below.
"Yes", she said. She anchored
The rope with her body.
And he rested.
For Sarah and Will
Santa Fe, New Mexico
September 8, 2012
PENITENTE CANYON
During the Holy Hours
of this year's Good Friday
I found myself in a lonely part of Colorado
in a narrow canyon that was once a path of penance
and now a place where rock climbers
challenge gravity and the
strength of their
bodies.
Years ago, on this day,
Los Hermanos Penitentes,
burdened with their crosses, heavy
with their sense of the weakness of their flesh,
would struggle along this Via Dolorosa de Colorado,
wounding themselves with whips and thorns,
staining the dusty path through the canyon
with dark drops of their blood.
The only witness to their cries,
the soaring hawk,
the echoing
rock.
At the end of the canyon,
during the hot and Holy Hours,
one of the brothers would hang,
tied to a heavy wooden cross, trying
to live something of the sufferings of Christ,
looking out at his brothers and his world
as if for the last time.
When the sun darkened, and the Holy Hours were over,
His brothers cut him loose from the Tree of Duality.
Imitating Christ, he had lived beyond the cross.
But, had he been redeemed?
Had he realized the end of the path to Golgotha
and seen the path to Compassion and the rebirth of Easter?
Had he seen beyond Easter to the path of Love
that leads to the Descent of the Dove?
Or, even beyond that to the
path of Awareness leading
to the Kingdom of
The One?
The brother chose redemption.
He chose to follow the Way and the Life -
the Truth of the paths that he saw
while hanging from his
cross.
And in the Moradas of the San Luis Valley
suffering people would find charity and comfort
from the brothers who had chosen
redemption at the end of
Penitente
Canyon.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
June 16, 2012
STORM
A winter storm
blew across my path
the bitter winds driving me
into a dark cave of isolation and pain.
Brain and fingers
weakened by the poppy's power
unable to touch the keys that connect me to you
I am saddened and shaken by a sense of
aloneness as the storm
rages around me.
But I am not alone.
An angel shares my life
While the spirits of mercy
Bind me with green and graceful love.
In the darkness of the cave a glimmer of gratitude
was born and nourished until it became
a healing
fire.
The storm has blown itself away.
Now I sit outside the shelter grateful for the springtime sun,
humbled by the experience of confinement,
softened by compassion for the old man
- so aware of death,
so longing
to live.
Once again I can sense your presence beneath these keys
and the need to tell you of my love and longing.
I feel you pulling me to you
through these fingers
letter by letter
word by word
touch by
touch.
South Fork, Colorado
May 24, 2012
CHRISTMAS
To all the priests of Hanuman
To all the guru-bhai nurturing the Temple at Taos
To all the loving and aware beings that
are now a part of my soul
I send you my co-inherent love
With gratitude for your love and awareness
And a warm enfolding hug.
Remember that Christmas celebrates
The incarnation of the Dove
As well as of the Son.
Rejoice!
In the presence of
The One.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 15, 2011
ON HANUMAN'S ALTAR
I wish to live on Hanuman's altar
A place of beauty where all I need to know
Is that Love is Awareness, Awareness Love.
The place John Keats described where all
We know and need to know is that
Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty.
It is the same, the place of
The One.
To live in this sacred place
I need only to choose to
Be aware and
Be loving.
If we meet on Hanuman's altar
I will see you and you will see me.
Seeing me, you are aware of who
I am and of my love for you.
For that is how the priests
of Hanuman see each other
When they are living
On Hanuman's
Altar.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 15, 2011
IHS
This Christmas I wish
Santa would cover all the crucifixes
In homes, classrooms and churches everywhere
With the image of the resplendent Dove,
The image of life giving Love,
The image of
The One.
On Christmas day all would awaken to the sight of the
Suffering Christ, the crucified Son,
Covered by the redeeming
Comforting wings of
The Dove.
All would be reminded that the Son lives
Within the mystery of the Trinity with the
Father and the Dove as
The One.
And that the Word became Flesh to
Show the people of the earth
That the only law is
Love.
The Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit (Co-inherence, Love)
= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
The One
Since the Creator is timeless, the Trinity
was not born at the birth of the Son.
Infinite and eternal
Awareness
Truth
Co-inherence (Love)
= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
The One
Since the Creator is Love,
The image of the Dove,
is also the sign of
The One.
In this sign we can conquer
The divisions of duality
By the Love of
The One.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
November 29, 2011
FLOW OF CREATION
Saint John the Apostle wrote that
The Creator is
Love itself.
Saint Thomas Aquinas, Master of
Theologians, wrote that
Truth is the equation of thought and thing
And the Creator is therefore
Truth itself.
If Awareness is the act of understanding
Producing that equation, it follows
That the Creator is
Awareness itself.
Awareness
Truth
Co-inherence (Love)
= God, Allah, Brahman, the Creator,
The One
If this is the nature of the Creator,
It follows that the Law of Creation for us humans is:
Be aware
Love the Truth
Love One Another.
By following this Law we participate in
The flow of Creation, the flow of
Our evolution, the flow of
Oneness.
Resistance to the flow of Oneness
Leads to the domain of duality
the hell of division and
destruction.
Why resist the Dharma? Why choose duality?
Even if you succeed in passing through duality
The flow of Creation will continue
To push you toward Oneness.
Loving The One is
Oneness.
Oneness is the beginning
And end of
Everything.
ऋतं
(Ṛta)
Ṛta means-
The Law -
Order -
Truth -
Dharma -
Tao -
Asha -
Logos -
The way of things -
The object of all scientific study.
Long ago on the steppes of Central Asia
The Vedic singers in Soma ceremonies
Sung of their faith that
Ṛta was the Truth and the Way,
Ṛta could be trusted.
Their hymn, the Rigveda,
Greeted the dawn of humanity
Celebrating the idea that
Unites all humanity -
Ṛta
Millennia later the scribes of the Upaniṣads,
The Ṛṣis, wrote that
Ṛta + Truth = Brahman,
The Creator.
But along the way the Vedic priests,
Lost in the duality of asceticism,
Created the divisions of caste.
Clear eyed Buddha saw no relevance for a Creator
And no justification for caste.
His Ṛṣis wrote that
Ṛta + Truth = Dharma
Where the truths were four and noble
And the Dharma was an eight-fold way.
But the enigma and confusion of the basic duality
Of Creator and Creation, Spirit and Matter,
Remained to plague humanity.
As it does to this day.
Centuries later the Christian Ṛṣis,
Scribes of the New Testament,
Gave us the clue to solving the enigma
And salvation from the plague.
The duality became a Trinity and the Trinity became One
Through the mystery of co-inherence.
They told us that the Father, and the Son
Co-inhere through the Holy Spirit
As God, Allah,
The One.
But the religions of the world
Seem unaware of the mystery of co-inherence
And cling to their divisions and destructive ways.
So duality continues to plague humanity
Even to these dangerous days.
After centuries of looking, scientists, the students of Ṛta,
Have seen the beginning and the expansion of our Cosmos
And have witnessed the emergence of complexity
In the networks of evolution.
There is science behind the metaphysics of
A created Cosmos
And a direction to human
Evolution.
Now has come the time for new Ṛṣis
To complete the equations of the
Upaniṣads and declare:
Ṛta +Truth = Awareness.
Brahma is Awareness.
The Creator is Awareness.
Awareness is the Dharma.
The basic duality, as are all dualities,
Is completed by co-inherence with the One.
Creator
Creation
Co-inherence (Awareness)
= The One
Awareness
Truth
Co-inherence (Love)
= The One
You
Me
Co-inherence (Love)
= The One
This is the scientific darshan of the new Ṛṣis
The path away from the darkness
Of duality and destruction
Into the Tao of Oneness
The Ṛta of
Creation.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
November 10, 2011
PLAYLIST
My mp3 player has 2 playlists
Spiritual Music, and
World Music.
Silence can
Make it
3.
In Silence,
I go where Love takes me.
In Silence,
I become the Music.
Silence completes the duality
And all 3 co-inhere as
Me.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
November 3, 2011
WINDOW OR MIRROR?
What am I?
Inspired, or
Delusional?
Awake, or
Asleep?
Loving, or
Unaware?
Open, or
Closed?
A window, or
A mirror?
Two sides of the duality of
Self, or
Not-Self
that the mystery of co-inherence makes one
Just as it does for the
Father and the
Son.
Self
Spirit
Co-inherence(Awareness)
= I
I
You
Co-inherence(Love)
=The One
The One is the completion of all duality
- all multiplicity.
Everything in spacetime is
created by Spirit.
Everything and Spirit
co-inhere in
The One.
When you look into the windows to my soul
What is it that you see?
Yourself, or me?
Or, both?
South Fork, Colorado
October 23, 2011
THE BEAR
There was a hungry young bear
in our backyard last night
driven by drought from
the wild places
in the Sangre de Cristo's
that can no longer sustain his life or
prepare him for the cold winter
to come.
Invading this human place he finds
water in our pond and feeds on the
stingy dry fruit of the spiny Russian olive.
This drought is the work of La Niña.
Have I helped create this danger
for him and for us?
Are humans affecting the shifting Pacific currents
playing tag with La Niña and El Niño?
The data say yes, 97% of the experts agree.
Greenhouse gases are real and rising.
The Polar and Greenland ice sheets
are streaming into the sea.
Too late to remediate, can we at least mitigate?
We can try. "Burn less carbon - Electrify"
The experts cry.
If we deny and move too slowly to heed that cry,
the bear and I may eventually have to face
what animals always face - adapt or die.
Tonight in the high desert I long
for El Niño's wet
embrace.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
September 18, 2011
HEART OPENING
As my skin defines the limits of my body
My heart defines the limits of my Self.
It is through the openings in my heart
that my soul connects with my mind
and my Self connects with your Self
through the openings in your heart.
From the inside, Love pushes my heart outward,
seeking to widen its openings.
From outside spacetime, my soul passes through,
keeping the openings wide.
Love brings Inspiration -
Inspiration keeps Love alive.
But who is the "my" in
"my heart" and "my mind"?
It is "I",
the co-inherence of Self and Spirit.
"I" exist and am alive. Ergo,
Spirit exists and is alive.
Such a beautiful symbiosis -
Matter and Spirit,
Spirit and Matter
Love and Awareness,
Awareness and Love.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
August 27, 2011
SCIENTIFIC DARSHAN
| The old darshan of the Upaniṣads is: |
| Eham Self A |
| Etat Not-Self U |
| Na Negation M |
| =The Self is not the Not-Self =AUM |
That is the darshan of a static Cosmos:
where Being just is.
Buddha's clear eyes saw no relevance
for a Creator in a Cosmos both static and infinite.
His darshan for the Creator of such a Cosmos is
emptiness.
The old darshan for the Self has been used throughout
our brutal history to support the dynamic:
Self
Not-Self
War.
In the millennia since the time of the Vedic Rishis
science has taken the measure of the
size and the mass of the Cosmos.
It is scientific reality that our Cosmos
had a beginning and we are evolving.
We live in a material Cosmos that is dynamic:
where Being is Becoming
and spacetime is expanding.
| For our Cosmos a new darshan could be: |
| Self Self |
| Not-Self Not-Self |
| Awareness Love |
| =Creation =Co-inherence |
where the darshan for the Creator is
Creator
Creation
Co-inherence
= The One
This scientific darshan cannot be used
to justify dynamics that lead to ignorance, or hatred,
duality, or War.
This scientific darshan calls for dynamics that lead to an
expansion of Awareness and Love
and acknowledgment
of Unity.
Which darshan would you embrace?
Why cling to a darshan for a Cosmos
in which we do not exist?
Santa Fe, New Mexico
August 10, 2011
LOUISE
The incense consumes itself
sweetly, quietly,
without flame.
My darling Louise is
the incense of my life.
Our love, the glowing fire
that binds our souls.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
August 7, 2011
HOLOGRAM
Every being alive in spacetime is aware.
Awareness, the essence of all life,
is a living hologram
made up of tiny fragments, like you and me.
We are an infinity of awarenesses co-inhering
in the hologram as The One since we are all encoded
with the image of The One.
The coded image emerges from the hologram when we
are illuminated with the light of co-inherence,
the light we call Love.
We are The One when we live
in Love with each other.
The One is aware of the image of
The One in creation
when we
Love One Another.
That's why The One
created the hologram -
to nourish The One with the many.
And vice versa.
The One is the hologram.
The One is Love.
The One is alive.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
July 10, 2011
INSTRUMENT
Lord make me an instrument of Thy peace-- (St Francis of Assisi)
I am trying to walk the path of my truth.
I am trying to write my truth.
I pray to be an instrument of
the Creator who is
Truth itself.
I am trying to walk the path of my love.
I am trying to write of my love.
I pray to be an instrument of
the Creator who is
Love itself.
I am trying to walk the path of my awareness.
I am trying to write with my awareness.
I pray to be an instrument of
the Creator who is
Awareness itself.
The Creator-
Truth
Awareness
Love
Co-inhering
in bliss as
The One.
I pray to be an instrument
of unity,
of bliss,
of The One.
The infinite is bliss-- (Chāndogya Upaniṣad)
South Fork, Colorado
June 25, 2011
QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT
As above so below-- (The Emerald Tablet)
Once upon a time
there were two quantum states
|Alice> and |Bob>
born into a family
coaxed by coherence into sameness.
Entangled in oneness, so that
knowing one you knew them all.
But |Alice> and |Bob> were twins
born with instructions to conserve a zero
so that if |Alice> was made to spin one way,
|Bob> would spin in the opposite way.
And vice versa.
Entangled
Coherent and
Correlated.
The physicists that played with |Alice>'s spin
observed to their surprise and chagrin
that |Bob>'s spin instantly became opposite
no matter how far away he was from his twin-
maybe, even, on the other side of the galaxy.
By the laws of special relativity,
this is impossible - it just should not be.
It seems these playful people have uncovered a
quantum mystery.
You see, in our world of ordinary matter and energy
nothing can move faster than the speed of light
not even information.
A solution to this mystery might be that
|Alice> and |Bob> exist not only in our world,
but are also somehow present
in a virtual world
where information can travel at a
speed of infinity.
There is such a world in the basement of our spacetime:
The rabbit hole of the vacuum, the world of zeroes,
the world of unity, where there is
no causality.
The playful people have seen that as either of the twins
get more involved with our ordinary world
(and less with the virtual world?)
they lose track of each other: they decohere.
They become free from their obligation to unity
and become completely
Uncorrelated,
Unentangled and
Incoherent.
Isn't physics fun?
South Fork, Colorado
June 17, 2011
हनुमान्:
(HANUMAN:)
Son of the wind, destroyer of demons, I bow to you-- (Krishna Das)
The music filling the room
is the Hanuman Chalisa
written in praise of me,
sung by a man who
loves me.
I am kissed by the perfume of incense.
A candle flickers beside me.
There is a man in the room with me.
A moment ago he was prostrate on the floor,
exercising before a small bronze statue of me,
the monkey god of service and devotion to RAM,
warrior in the cause of Love.
There is love in the
man's heart.
I live.
It is a beautiful symbiosis.
Matter and Spirit,
Spirit and Matter.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
June 2, 2011
LAST NOTE
The keys are sticking on my old piano
and the pedals are broke.
It's time to close the lid
and let it rest.
I hope when you think of that dear instrument
you will always remember the
sweet sounds that it made,
and the joy that it gave me to bring
music to my children and
all whom I love.
When you think of me I hope you
will always remember the music
and this passionate wish that your lives
will be filled with laughter
and dancing
and love.
It's possible, you know,
that wherever I go,
your loving thoughts
will bring music
to my soul.
For Kermit.
Santa Fe, new Mexico
May 22, 2011
EVERYDAY
EVERYMAN
I live!
Creation is not a dream!
It is real because I am alive!
I dance in freedom along my path in space and time
balancing the oneness of my soul with the
dualities of my mind.
My mind studies
the ways of the Mother, Pachamama,
from the Cosmos to the living beings that surround me.
She teaches me lessons of oneness, connection and harmony.
As I pass through the world of the Mother and glimpse the
oneness of life, my soul whispers a mantra to my mind
"Be aware. Be grateful.
Be aware. Be grateful."
And I find the gratitude expanding
the openings in my heart
through which my soul
guides my
mind.
I exist as a tiny single cell
linked into the great network that is
the body of mankind.
My heart is the membrane that protects and defines this cell
just as my physical being is protected and defined
by the membrane of my mind
and my body protected and defined
by the membrane of my skin.
My tiny mind is linked into the network of the noösphere,
the great membrane that is forming to
define and protect all
of mankind
The channels in the membrane of my heart connect my life to the
world of Spirit, of Oneness, to the world of my soul.
Through the openings in my heart I am connected in love and
awareness to the Creator and all other beings living or dead
whose hearts are open to connection with me.
These connections are treasures laid up in Heaven.
They are my immortal soul and
the purpose of my life,
everyday.
As the brain evolved in the garden of the Mother
into ever greater levels of complexity and connection,
a critical state was reached, a new level of existence,
self-awareness, emerged in the biosphere.
The body of mankind was born.
The noösphere is the brain in the body of mankind.
And it too is now evolving in the garden of the Mother.
Past is prologue. The direction is clear.
The emergence of a new level of awareness for all of humanity,
global consciousness, the awareness of our unity
with each other and the Mother,
is the destination here.
The health of the noösphere reflects the health of the nodes in
in the network from which it emerges.
And vice versa.
Everyday I rejoice in the freedom to choose to make my little node
as healthy as I can, choosing to infuse all of my connections
with the healing power
of love.
Everyday I take joy in acting to keep the tiny piece of the garden
around me a place of peace and beauty,
blessed by Pachamama and reflecting
the promise of Easter,
the presence of
The Dove.
But the horrors of Good Friday cannot be forgotten.
There are tumors of hell in the body of mankind
created there by people who have chosen
to keep their hearts closed and
so have no soul to help guide
their selfish and divided minds.
My open heart is an organ of compassion, an organ
of mirror-neurons that can ache with the suffering of others.
Compassion energizes the linking of my mind to the noösphere,
nourishing its evolution, hastening the emergence of
healing connection to those isolated inside the tumors of hell.
My compassion is compounded by frustration because I know that if
the people without souls, these demons who create the tumors of
hell, would simply choose to open their hearts and their eyes
to the presence of the Dove,
all of this suffering could
dissolve into Love.
In the immune system of the body of mankind,
Love is the antibody that heals
the cancer of separation,
the tumors of hell.
The openings in the membrane of my skin
connect my mind with the world of the senses.
Sadhus and saints and ascetics through the ages have preached
that the straightest path to the realization of The One
passes through the renunciation of the senses
and the mortification of the flesh.
That is no doubt the path of the great ones
whose purity of thought is above reproach,
worthy of all reverence and respect.
But that is not the path I chose.
I have chosen to be a husband, householder and father,
a path that keeps me firmly grounded in flesh.
I stand before you in the skin of everyman
all senses and appetites intact.
My feet are stained from dancing in the clay
in the garden of the Mother.
My senses take pleasure from Pachamama's bounty and
delight in the beauty of all of her children.
When my mind hears the ascetic's rebuke and questions
my enjoyment of life, my soul answers:
"Just do no harm.
Everyman's path can lead to The One."
So, everyday I pray for my daily bread,
to be delivered from evil,
to be made an instrument of peace,
for the Creator's will to be done.
And everyday, my soul answers,
"Be aware.
Be grateful.
Do no harm."
And it tells me that the Creator's will
for Everyman
is that we choose to
Love One Another.
Everyday.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
May 17, 2011
EASTER SUNDAY
Jesus lives!
The Son has risen!
Heaven exists for the people of the earth!
Rejoice!
Hell is a world of the mind
- a world of dualities
where Satan is free to roam.
Heaven is the world of the soul
- the world of Oneness
where Satan cannot go.
The Father
The Son
and the Holy Spirit.
Brahman
Atman
and Ananda.
The Condor
the Eagle
and the Dove.
The Infinite
the Finite
co-inhereing in the Oneness that is Love.
Today we can go beyond identifying our suffering
with the image of the tortured Corpse
nailed to the tree of duality
planted in the soil of
hell.
Today we can turn toward the Oneness of Heaven
and identify our souls with the image of the Dove
- the symbol of the Comforter promised to
all mankind by the Man on the cross
- the symbol of the Holy Spirit
- the symbol of the Love
that makes us One
and that lights
our way
Home.
Love is the only way out of hell.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Easter Sunday
April 24, 2011
GOOD FRIDAY
I live in hell -a world where there are
parents who rape and kill their own children,
men who throw acid in the faces of
little girls that want to go to school,
people who shout "God is Great"
while murdering other people praying
in their churches and mosques
to the only God
there is.
I live in hell- a world where
one group of people
feels entitled to enslave another,
where governments murder or imprison their
own people to protect the power and wealth of the mighty,
or where the powerful feel free to exploit and
then abandon to poverty and misery
the most vulnerable of our
brethren.
I live in a world that tortured and murdered
the man from Galilee who long ago preached
that the kingdom of God is within every person
and that God's will, the only law there is,
is to Love your Self and to
Love One Another.
In this hell even the followers of the Galilean
have burned alive those who wanted
to read the Gospels in their own language,
or tortured to death those who value reason
above the arbitrary dogmas of the follower's faith,
or blessed the wars that have destroyed cultures
and sickened humanity's soul.
Today my heart is drowning in tears,
squeezed in an icy grip of anxiety.
I have been writing for months of another world
where the will of the Creator is realized
and the people in this world love one another.
Am I going mad?
I have been trying to guide the little boat
of my own world with love and awareness
but today the ocean seems so
wild, vast and
forsaken.
Is my death the only way out of hell?
South Fork, Colorado
Good Friday
April 22, 2011
FRIGATE BIRD
Riding wind and laughing at the moon-- (Krishna Das)
A frigate bird glides lazily
above the palm fronds
framing my view of the sky.
The fresh ocean breezes of Mexico
kiss my skin with warmth
and delicate moisture.
My lovely wife
sits happily reading
by the blue pool.
My thoughts turn to my children
and I feel nothing but
joy.
In my ears are the music
of my guru's chants-
the holy name of
RAM.
My soul floats on folded wings
above the tumult of my mind
in the space between
time and eternity.
Everywhere I look I see only RAM-- (Neem Karoli Baba)
Puerto Vallarta
March 17, 2011
ORION
There is a beautiful
sight in the sky tonight.
Orion shines down on me.
Once Orion reminded me
of my first love,
and the clear November nights
of our courtship.
Once Orion reminded me
of winter
and the time to
gather wood.
Tonight Orion is just another
beautiful sight in the sky.
Jupiter is chasing Mars along
the highway of the Sun.
While the moon casts the
shadow of Mars onto
Orion's belt.
When I look at the stars in the belt
I imagine seeing the trinity of
*Awareness*Truth*Love
hurtling through time
to rescue the earth
on the wings of
The Dove.
Puerto Vallarta
March 14, 2011
FRIENDS
Four open hearts
had a meal together last night.
While winter winds blew through the world outside
we feasted and warmed ourselves with
laughter and the sharing of our stories.
We talked long into the night
of the love in our hearts
and our hopes for the
world outside.
Our parting embraces were strong with
gratitude for the connections that
nourish awareness and love.
Going to sleep, the house was filled with
the delicious smells of the spices of our feast.
The warm body of my wife against my skin
caressed the opening in my heart through the night.
When I awoke there was
incense on my breath.
South Fork, Colorado
February 26, 2011
TO A FRIEND IN DARKNESS
They tell me that it looks like you may have given up on life.
Life is a great gift if you learn to look at it that way.
If your goal is truly death, then life has given you the gift
of time to prepare for a happy death.
What is a happy death?
I think it's when:
You can leave in peace with no regrets
and leave peace behind you;
When you can leave surrounded by love
and leave love behind you.
That is a happy death-
entering all that is Love,
being in love.
In this life it may be that
you are who you think you are.
In the next it may be that
you are who you love.
So the last thing in this world
you want to do right now is to
lose the love of anyone,
especially the woman who has so
lovingly agreed to share your life.
The first thing in this world
you want to do right now is to
Wake Up, my brother!
Find the light within you.
Love!
Live!
Please.
South Fork, Colorado
February 25, 2011
HAFIZ:
Your beauty makes my heart leap.
Your words make my heart dance.
Long ago in his perfumed garden
The Omram told me that the fire in my leap
Is the fire in the engines of my life.
But to remember that the engine room is blind -
The ship needs a helmsman to keep it safe.
His words are wise.
The fire burns.
The ship sails on.
Long miles at sea have taught me
That the only helmsman
Who can bring me safely to You is
Love.
The fire in the leap
And the fire in the dance
Are one
Love.
Don't be alarmed at the leap.
That's just the kind of heart I have
A heart that leaps
A heart that dances
in
Love.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
February 18, 2011
BUDDHA:
Sometimes you have to swim
Through a sea of sorrow
To find the light within you.
The pure light of the One who
will guide your way on.
The One in whom we all
coexist in love.
The home where all
love surrounds you.
You will all be home
When you all
turn toward the light within you and
Love One Another.
For the light and your home are Love.
It's as simple as that.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
February 16, 2011
(Thank you, Snatam Kaur.)
HOLIDAY WISHES
May we always enjoy the experience of eating food
prepared by someone who loves us.
May we always experience the joy of preparing food
for someone we love.
May we always experience the joy of
being in the presence of someone who loves us.
May we always experience the joy of
being in the presence of someone we love.
May we always be aware that we are
living in the presence of The One,
the Creator of all that exists,
The One who nourishes all life,
The One who is
Awareness itself.
May we always choose to
Love one another
so the energy of The One can help us
make a better world.
For The One is
Love itself.
If we doubt that The One helps and guides
those who love one another,
may we at least choose to love our Self.
May we love our Self so we can
experience the presence and the
Love of The One within.
And may the Truth of that experience
be reflected in our own lives.
May every human being learn how to live
in the presence of The One -
who is Awareness, Truth and the
Love that makes us One.
Joy To The World.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 9, 2010
A MEALTIME PRAYER
Let us give thanks to __________*
for life and the bounty of the Earth.
May these gifts nourish our bodies.
May this gathering nourish our souls.
May our souls nourish the Earth.
We pray for this in the name of
Awareness, of Truth and of the Love
that makes us One.
Amen.
*FILL IN THE BLANK
(Some suggestions)
the Universe
The One
the Creator
the Lord
the Mother, Pachamama,
God
Allah
Brahman
Maa Durga
our Ancestors
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 9, 2010
WAVES
Love One Another.
And one day waves of trust
will surge through the noösphere
that will sweep away all weapons of mass destruction.
Love One Another.
And one day waves of understanding
will surge through the noösphere:
-that a bond for building unity among mankind is that
we all love our children;
-that every child born on the earth has rights to protection, nourishment, medical care, a healthy environment, literacy and access to the noösphere.
Love One Another.
And one day waves of compassion
will surge through the noösphere
that will lead mankind to work together to make those rights a reality for all.
Love One Another.
And one day waves of wisdom
will surge through the noösphere
allowing mankind to find ways to share the resources needed for this work without conflict and without damaging the earth.
Love One Another.
And one day waves of activity and enterprise
will surge through the noösphere
that can use the talents and energy of every human being to help bring about and sustain this better world.
Every life will be recognized as precious.
All will prosper.
Love One Another.
And we will bring about the reign of the Spirit on earth.
That, or the caves.
It's our choice.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
December 18, 2009
GRACE
Gracias.
Thanks.
The only prayer in response to Grace is
Gratitude.
Grace is the vision to see the Creator
everywhere and in everything.
This vision is the greatest of all gifts.
but it is not something you can be given
--like manna.
It requires our cooperation.
We have to open our heart to Grace.
Grace is an aspect of the Creator
experiencing the Creator.
When we all have the Grace to see that
we are all aspects of the Creator -
that we all emerge into this world
from the dimensionless ocean of
Love and Awareness,
the Kingdom of the Creator
will have arrived on the earth.
In the meantime,
remember Karma.
Puerto Vallarta
March 18, 2008
PAULO COELHO:
A Personal Legend
I am an aspect of the Creator.
To walk righteous on my Path I reflect the
beauty and compassion of the Mother
and the wisdom and mercy of the Father.
I tread lightly on the earth.
I honor and respect the body I have been given
and treat it with love.
My Path leads to Awareness -
the male aspect of Love.
The fire that powers my steps
along the path is Love -
the female aspect of Awareness.
I exist to bring Awareness and Love -
the Father and the Mother as The One-
to all situations.
It is not my purpose
to convince you that we are
all aspects of the Creator.
That is what we all know.
It is sufficient that I
walk righteous on my Path.
Puerto Vallarta
March 16, 2008
YOUNG BEAUTY
Beautiful young woman
with jewel eyes and soft smile
you will fire my dreams
with warm kisses and the
heat of our embrace.
In the light of the day we pass
stunned by your beauty
surprised at the peaceful acceptance
that never again will I know
the excitement of discovering your body
of igniting your passion.
You smile at the old man.
Maybe you know that
his heart leaps at the sight of you
that he could wrap you in his
wisdom and his wealth
and sweeten your life with
slow and powerful pleasures.
But he will not fill your womb with children
There is no future for you here.
So you see only that he has no hair
that his skin is weathered and wrinkled
and you pass him by.
The woman at my side gently
takes my hand and I know that
the joy in my heart that leaps was
put there by the love that we share.
The peace I feel as you pass me by
comes from knowing that she will be
by my side for the rest of our days.
There is grey in her hair
and her body, like mine,
bears the burden of years.
But I see in her all the beauty
you will ever have.
Her delicate goodness brings forth
prayers of gratitude from deep within
my soul.
Her fingers touch the ring that she gave me
as a promise so many years ago.
My love for her began with the touch of her hand.
My nights are sweetened by the touch of her hand.
The ring will shine with the purity of love
until, moistened with her tears, she gently removes it
from my lifeless hand.
So with peace in my heart as I pass you by
I smile and send a silent wish that you
will know happiness like mine.
Adeus, young beauty,
Adeus.
For Louise.
Lisbon
July 5, 2007
A BLUE STONE
It's not the thing,
It's the experiencing of the thing
that matters.
We (all living beings) are channels
of experience emerging from the ocean of
collective experience.
Without any effort, we are constantly
directing experience downward into that ocean.
Our state of evolution reflects and depends
on our ability to channel experience
upward from that ocean into
our interactions with each other and with nature.
.
The latter requires effort -
it is the great work
of which we are all a part.
.
Today I put a blue stone around my neck
to remind me of the ocean from which we come
and of the work yet to be done.
Puerto Vallarta
March 10, 2007
ON THE WAY HOME
The orange sun rising through the mist
over the bay of Nice- the Cote d'Azur.
Paris hidden in a soggy grey blanket
of pounding rain.
A silken thread high above a wind
sculpted world of cloudy purity and
the textured surface of the mighty ocean.
Ice flows and bergs migrating southward
to subtle extinction.
Over the North Atlantic
Good Friday
April 1, 1983
NEWS OF A SHOOTING
Human blood has been spilled on
the mountain once again.
The cold hand of death
clutching the carmine snow.
Sunshine shivers,
the raven shadows the
sadness below.
Geneva, Switzerland
March, 1983
LONELINESS
He stood nose against the glass
Staring in the dark at "la vie en face"
Smelling the dust in the curtains
Thinking of sunshine.
Dark icy death whispering beneath the bridge,
He longed to hear a lover's sigh.
Geneva, Switzerland
February, 1983
A FUTURE?
Goals:
* Microprocessor Based Photovoltaic Energy Management Systems
* Synthesis (through poetry?)
*Poetry (through synthesis?)
*Be at home with the Lady of the Mountain
*Let go.
Images:
*Creation of work, wealth, community
*Self awareness, growth
*Home, love, loving, intimacy
*Wings
Geneva, Switzerland
February, 1983
RESEARCH
The hunter in the cyclotron's mazes
caught in the trap of the hunt
quickens his pace
sensing the kill.
CERN
February, 1983
CLEANSING
Like water washing over a stone
Feelings and emotions wash over my Self.
Today, anger swirled over me
Old angers - bubbling their way from
deep in my past.
The other day, fear shivered over me
Old fears- gurgling up from
deep in my dreams.
Tomorrow, they will be whispering
their way to the sea.
Geneva, Switzerland
February, 1983
EYES
I am a little bubble of I-ness
in a sea of Thou-ness
A bubble of darkness in an ocean
of lightness.
A single living cell with a membrane
Separating I-ness and Thou-ness.
There are irises in the
eyes of my membrane.
South Mountain, New mexico
December, 1982
TIPI
Here in the lonely spaces
is where I come into being-
slowly, painfully, joyfully.
Wings wet and limp
dry in New Mexico sun.
Chrysalis is a very
private matter.
South Mountain, New Mexico
1980
GAME OVER
The drama of most of my life
has been the sound and fury
of my (instinctive) trust in Awareness
battling my distrust of instinct.
Stalemated.
This meaningless game is
for me, I hope, finished
forever.
South Mountain, New Mexico
1979
SWEETHEARTS
A small cardbord box of candy hearts
Pull one out. See what it says.
A white "Bye Bye",
No. Not that one.
A carmen "Kiss Me",
Keep going.
A yellow "Drop It",
Again, try for another.
A small rose heart sings "Sure Love".
Yes . That's the one.
Come on, friend. Put your hand in here.
Pull one out.
See what it says.
Paris
February 14, 1974
FALCON
Lying in the lair of the falcon
the hunter dreamt of the eagle.
The little bird stirred in her sleep
and he awakened to her presence.
The torn heart stirred in his breast
as he soothed her brave and beautiful
body with light and grateful touch.
The memory of their wounding
was upon them both
yet both strained eager
for the coming hunt.
He had no need of eagles.
The land where eagles dwell
is too barren to hunt.
And the eagle flies
only for himself.
Paris
January 13, 1974
50 YEARS AGO ON THE BBC
A king's voice
searching heaven's heights
bounces,
breaking back
to the isle
glowing green
against the dark
rolling sea.
Startled, the humans below
for the first time feel
bound into one thought
one mind and folk.
Hearing for the first time
all as one but alone
the voice of the one
they call the king.
The voice spoke
only with the sounds of common earth
and echoed not giant's talk
or dragon's fiery roar.
The people of the island
wondered at the weakness,
searching new strength.
The singing sword sighs into rust
on the cold castle floor.
Paris
January 10, 1974
GOLDEN
Xanthe blowing curls
gleaming in the dim light of the moon.
Xanthe stalks the streets
of the ancient city
seeking her way.
Her feet still recall the hot
sucking sands of the new world
where the sun sparkled Xanthe on the sea.
Her loins feel still
the throbbing rythm of raw drums
and frenzied hands
while a hot Xanthe sun
rose high in a cloudless sky.
Paris
January 10, 1974
HENRY MILLER:
Short Story
Full Fuck
Feel Fuck
Fall Fuck
Fool Fuck
No! Yes!
Fell Fuck
Felt Fuck
Filling Fuck
Fine Fuck
FIN
Paris
January 9, 1974
CAPTAIN
Silken skin,
Soft
Dancing eyes,
Deep
Budding breast,
Firm
Small body,
Proud
Happy laugh,
Warm
Your smile is my command.
Paris
January 8, 1974
NOW
The hunter hunts
A tree grows tall in Paris
A white thread melts in the sky.
A small wounded falcon
preens gently her bright coat
resting on the strong green arms.
The tree sighs with joy
the hunter holds his breath
the thread spins into thin clouds.
Paris
January 7, 1974
DIVORCE
Sister to my life,
can you think of the pain
you bring to my life?
Can your heart be so hard
standing before the doors of your soul - on guard,
to not let pass a single thought
of the passage of your brother's soul?
If your heart could yield,
could your soul bear the sound of my screams?
Your soul is lighter and gayer than mine,
that shivers in horror
at even the memory
of your tear's gentle streams.
Can you think of the pain?
In a few days of quick, dizzy, dancing time
two children of my soul
will leave the warmth of our bonds
and the home made and warmed by those bonds
to live in an estranger's house.
For the fourth petrified time,
they will leave the intimacy of my embrace
while my soul helplessly watches
the vision and incense of their presence
become lost in the milling mass of strangers.
For the fourth petrifying time
their gentle lives will be wrapped in fragile metal
and they will be cast into the sky
to fly away from me
faster than the winds, high above the hills.
For the fourth terrible time
my soul will stagger
with the tearing, sickening grief
that is expected and accepted
and that never weakens.
Can I bear the pain?
You cannot think of it.
Your need has caused it to be so.
Paris
December 27, 1973
HUNTER
I am a hunter,
not a gatherer
or tender of fires and shelter,
but a hunter.
And my home
is the home of a hunter.
It should be light
air-like and filled with the
excitement of the hunt.
The people who live in that home
should feel pride
that they live and love
with a hunter.
A man who takes risks
to master his grounds,
to make the fearful
- a provider of food,
to find the way to new grounds
when his people have need.
The hunter is special
to his people
because he is willing to take risks.
His strength is visible
to his people
by the dangers he faces and overcomes
and their vision is proud.
Some years ago
I stopped being a hunter
and became a gatherer -
to gather green grain for a distant day
when I feared my strength would be low
and my people's need would be great.
But I forgot my people
were a hunter's people
they cannot be at peace
with the mind of a gatherer.
After he hunts again
the hunter will come home.
Paris
December 26, 1973