bursting with the light of the Sun

There are moments when rhapsody
expands the heArt to bursting in a longing song
like the rays of the morning Sun.

... there are ecstasies lingering between these words,
feelings of connectivity rhapsodizes the spaces and longing,
that intimate language of the Heart, permeates therein ...

You feel the words like the warmth of the Sun
on your face making you pause --
a remembrance in the light
the longing song in the particle
hurtling through space to your face.

to look and look and look, and dare to see
from in the Heart so wonderfully,
that all the beauty we can embrace
comes from inside your original face ...

and if you let the Heart through
'tis only the good you'll do
and while looking up at the face of the sky
smile and you'll know why!

As above, so in you
the light, the warmth, the sky of blue
and in the darkest of the nights
the Stars that sparkle as they do...

I see the glint of light in your eye, inside each glint
is the spark come from the Heart of flame behind it ...
the mindful prayer flashing in a Loving look
from a Heart wide open ... bursting with the light of the Sun.

contrast too

I sit here
in miserable happiness
without but within
a wondrous mundaneness
of insensitive sensibilities
that rapture my containment ...

Language is a constraint
which Poetry suffers
by bleeding its meaning
from the cuts of its wonder!

the Heart is the organ of Awe making the mind to Wonder...

The Heart is the organ of Awe
making the mind to Wonder

Your imagery is well writ,
in your singular style and wit
and the flow it seems,
sings softly in these binary streams
and so the last stroph cries your insight
for all to realize!

The use of contrasts is Poetics form
it catches the unwary in that word duality
so the Zen of meaning lights through;
the sentiment is Lovely as well...

Truth is rare in words that stare
but arise inside as meaning,
better is the thought in beauty fair,
all in wonder dreaming ...

I stare at forever out from windows
inside and listen to the silence there,
my Heart aches with longing
and a childlike awe makes my mind to meaning ...

Our wordplay dances on the page
and our meaning becomes a dance for the reader ...

Eyes are always on with Writers
through all sorts of miseries and pains.
They tell their stories from whom they are
and from their Dreams of what if.
The `wait`station between one life chapter
and the next is often one of melencholic musings
and inner searching.

To Dream we need to rest
and to live we need to dream;
rest easy and Dream a new life ...

The Darkest night

In infinite darkness
an ancient ache cried out
from which came many tears

and so they became
lights in the firmament;
Stars in the night!

From Darkness comes light
and of the deeper,
allured to those Dreams

a loneliness is cast
to the edge of forever
in longing swells.

There is nothing left to burn
when infernal anguishes sputter;
the Stars are falling!

* * *

With Darkness comes light
from the longing of the night ...

We Poets echo each other like Souls writing as one,
between the watery Moon and the fiery Sun,
a Love ascends us to a mutual bliss,
in ecstasies longing where lips cannot kiss ...

You are a Starry light in this Firmament
to which I wish upon your glittering Star
for the writings and words like thee,
to bring forth happiness over misery ...

So too in the Darkest of the Nights
where you shepherd your suffering
and you swell with a Heart of Love,
Your tears are like the infinite nights
that were shed from up above!

Your tears are an instrument of Love,
as Stars are the tears of night!

Come Sing with me ...

Natures garment is a pliant organic layer of roiling change like a gossamer web of interlaced lights of Love and Joy; that is you and me ...

Change is the primary motivation of Nature, roiling with incessant urges to sparkle in a new way and for a brief instant become amazed at this Beautiful moment; yet She lingers not as She is vast and pregnant with Loves many children to come.

Nature does not differentiate, She proliferates diversity in a multifarious spontaneous Joy. Distinctions like race will always become revised and experimented with by Her, with Her goal and not ours, as the longing pressure to evolve.

Monoculture and homogeneity are dead ends and Nature is fractal in her motivations and experiments of which we as Human kind are only a part. She will design with various intelligent evolutionary perspectives as Her basis and the decision tree is always interconnected with ‘all that is'.

The ‘goal’ is part Art and Part Science and part Spirituality. Sometimes she produces amazing creatures whose only part to play is a brief flowering of Beauty, a temporary bliss like a sigh exhaled in proclamation of awe. At other times she creates Monsters to ravage complacent aspects to be recycled for future births.

She is plain and simple and in plain sight yet we do not see Her ‘nor revere her wondrous dance enough. She Loves when we respond in change with her organic symphony. Dancing in sympathetic vibration to Her Loving song of longing.

What does not Dance in change withers and rots, recycled, to feed all of Her newborn; it is a Loving spontaneously beautiful Dance like when the Heart and Mind are passionately fired in creative synchrony bursting with ideas and the joy to express them in Artistic majesties; this is you and I.

Colour or Race are only a part of Her palette of creativity. She will blend Dark and Light attributes to suit Her goals and we must parlay with Her veritable language of Love with tolerance for the various designs She has wrought. We can only understand Her when we become identical to Her, i.e., plain and simple in tune with Her song of change.

For example, I see a Poet as a way of being plain and simple, in tune with Nature; as one who 'speaks' with the Heart. Where his words are imbued with potential; acting as agents of change. He is a Mystic, making language a catalyst of creation. Singing a prayer with Heartfelt words, igniting Grace to action.

A Poet shows us the magical all that is; where Beauty echoes through all things, like Natures laughter in a flower. He is a Mystic in a communion with the 'Eternal Present' where no past ever compelled, nor future beckoned! They teach us that we are each a miracle; a song of Love, where sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, are lyrics and notes in an awesome symphony of Creation ... Her joyous song of change!

We are 'meaning makers', and choose thusly what is of value in our lives. We are 'Magicians' and can compel even 'creation' to move by our 'will'. But the 'Mystic', the Poet is plain and simple; Beauty and Truth are an organic 'Alchemical' treatise written on his 'Heart' with an 'elixir' of prayers revelling in 'Bliss', revealing Reality, the true 'Gold'. A joyous urge of Nature singing and dancing Her longing song of Love!

So, whom will you in Joy and Love become today!! She wants to see each and all of Her children Sing in Awe and Wonder. Do you hear Her? She is singing even now! I'm dancing ...

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyes ...
a lovely butterfly comes from a chrysalis of pain
to fly free with Soul again!

It is a mystery...
An ancient ache wells up into
a glint of the eye,
where the Soul speaks in silences
yet the Heart hears it true,
when I look at you!

oh, a moment of passing so lucidly
with all the feelings played out in it,
where such a look into your eye
could cause such a wordless cry.
This look of one Soul seeing each other
and in that seeing is an eternity of you and me ...

The Peace of infinite possibilities
and silence of timelessness ...
a flow and rhythm like the lapping little waves
of a calm lake onto the beach
under the monotone Moonlight
casting shadows on the shore ...
a lightness in the dark
taking us gently through the night ...

Sweet memories from which we've come,
so far under Moon and under Sun.
We see farther because of our Soul inside,
with tears and laughter from which we spring,
all our smiles come alive again
when eyes are glittering from way back then.

An ecstatic surrender towards this destiny,
with all ones Heart listening to the language of the Soul
in silence drawn to that Loving goal ...

I see it in your eyes!

snow flake

A fractal crystal of watery light
holding the presence of a Star,
oh how wonderful you are!
Oh, snowy flake from above,
you crystallize light with Love ...

oh such a tale told with stillnesses,
of floating whispers each snowy flake,
and the stillness lingers with unanswered silence ...

... a fractal echo of creation
with all the glassic glimmering of a Star,
oh how wondrous is this watery crystal
with a ray of light,
that swathes the world with holy white ...

A light of warmth the Sun comes Spring!

Melting a spontaneous overflowing of words
wept from the heart in a wondrous tale
of wordy meanings and flowed
like a rivulet to a binary sea
where Poets are floating merrily ...

We Poets write with a Magical Pen
that pours plasmic light,
again and again,
and with that light flowing into our eyes
fills our minds with joyous surmise ...

the Triumph of the Pen

oh winging Heart on a mission
to the edge of forever,
speed to the beloved with a message of Love.

We look in a different way,
with the Heart do we see,
and in that wondrous seeing,
is the feeling of awes majesty!

Yeah, that's the way to overcome
the 'thought police' inside our head;
doubt is the Heart killer
and so with this pen,
we’ll write our Hearts out again and again,
and if they judge the words we say,
to dash our Dreams in any way,
then we'll write even more to soothe the Soul
for the writing life is our Loving goal!

This triumph of Love carried to our pen
where in our written words Love lives again ...

A writer writes and never stops writing
and rewrites and writes again and again ...
and he never stops writing except to Dream,
perhaps to reach for that Star in that Star crowded Sky
and bring that Star to the end of his Pen
and write like plasma all over again ...

Looking at the Moon

She sends her longing Love out the window to forever,
with tears of fire rolling down her flushing cheeks,
She sighs a hundred sighs of loneliness and wanting.

Oh, to be unified with wholesome feelings;
the World is longing through her Heart,
to get back to where she has come.
She is her Mothers daughter
and her Father is the regal Sun!

Oh, of warmth and sweetness by the fire,
eventide dissembles all to monotone light,
where Moon and whispers are the way,
oh Baby Baby won't you stay!!!

Hold me tighter against this wrath unkind,
that whimsical nature of my doubting mind,
and if by night you hear me peep,
kiss my brow so that I may sleep.

Rhapsodically Orange Courage

To write of conflict and pain of which again and again
we seem to fall into that separation fear,
to unrighteous desire, that hell we chase
to become one in that fire ...
for if by Love we cannot be, then we fall together wretchedly.

This wretchedness is a waste of time and energy!
It is the unquenchable desire of addiction;
the gateway to many hells ...

These images are links to the Dream realization
of 'interconnectedness' we all share in the fantasia of Soul,
it’s a soft and waiting Heart that’s the real goal ...

A beautiful ending to a wretchedness of this hell of the mind,
that the Heart can speak in silences and help me unwind,
and what is spoken there is so very sweet,
even in the bleakest night my Soul I can meet ...

We Dream of Poetry these longing nights,
and she visits in silken whispers and rhythms of the sea,
Rhapsodically Orange Courage like paintings of music are we ...

Maker of Dreams

A-Muse-singing in trickles of words
to prime the pump of a torrent of meanings --
grasping at each one roiling into another
like Loves children to come in mutations of mercy
and endearing us to the charms of knowing
like a twirling Galaxy knows the humble dust
from which it’s many glittering Suns arise!

Wondrous is the time of diminishing
where we murmur lost in highlighted
memories meandering foolishly in lost time.
We thrive when dancing with our youth
who need our cautious wisdom
as we need their brave new world --
together our Hearts are ageless in wondrous awe!

Humility and homage put together in a comely way,
a celebration of finding Humanity in the midst of dire miseries.

A Brave New World comes of bits and pieces of the old;
you are the expected ones who shall break down
the Icons of excess and old world prejudices
to create the new, that's what we do!

I like Roses because they are Beautiful
and yet can protect themselves with thorns.
Their smell has properties that open up brain centers
and create feelings of Love; releases the hormone serotonin
which is a "monoamine neurotransmitter"
that aids in memory recollection and feelings of thriving!

         It speaks true of Loves light
that the giver is the maker of Dreams in the night!

Love's promise of lightening the load
and seeing one through to the other side of misery
with loyal equanimity and sweetness of Soul!
That is humanities lofty goal!

Pattern Recognition

Every so often a pattern emerges that seems to break through the seeming boundaries of perception and understanding; Nature provides a nexus of connections so these patterns become extraordinary yet plain and simple.

Sometimes we call this 'pattern recognition' by different names. Deja Vu, coincidence, group mind phenomenon, meme’s, and the Akashic records. The negative has also been stated within the writing communities and especially the Academic halls of power, i.e., plagiarism, stealing one's ideas and copying another works. Intellectual Property rights is based on this idea.

I've been an avid reviewer here at Writers Cafe and have noticed various themes emerge which can be seen from either a positive or negative viewpoint concerning their 'originality' and hence veracity. As such arguments of various sorts have erupted which leave the parties involved exasperated and sullen.

While there is all out 'copying' that does happen from time to time more often then not it is just a thematic process that is occurring that is unprovocative and interesting if you really think about it.

Ken Keyes Jr. wrote an interesting short story called the 'Hundredth Monkey' based on research in Japan. Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters often referred to this as did Dr. Timothy Leary whom I had the opportunity to meet. The Great Cosmic Coincidence Center!

"There is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!"


This underscores the flexibility and plasticity of the mind and the inter-connectivity we really have with each other in consciousness.

What really is interesting in light of the newfound theories of Quantum Mechanics and the Higg's/Boson is that everything is 'created' from consciousness and choice.

Will under Love is the proven best Agent of Change in our personal lives and in our World is the same process. All it takes is the ‘courage’ (with Heart) to change with Joy and Love at the base of this change.

When enough of us have gone through this process everything begins to change and it begins with you!

You may be the ‘Tipping Point’ to the great evolutionary leap that is now needed in this world.

Are you ready?

engrams of mentation

Every word is articulated and
recycled from vast philosophies
or the imminent need to declare

that thing out there, or better
the feeling expressed in 'I care!'
A loom of words in dendrites

flash to neuronal fires of
understanding and a smile now
lingers upon your face -- grace!

Everything has been thought of
before and indeed comes over
again in reflections unending.

Like bubbles upon the river
to forever on to a sea of
reveries roiling in meaning.

Perception is often filtered
by our engrams of mentation
and as such delivers events to

our brain as memories instead
of activities in reality -- thinking!
Articulate reality perception is

a raw unadulterated interface
with all that is -- being!
the bliss of NO:W:HERE,

I'll meet you there ...

A comet in our sky

May you rise

A Heart of Love knows not to compare
'nor differentiates in any way,
as Love is as Love does
making only Love every day.

With wonder and with cosmic awe,
thus we write with such a pen,
jammed into the vibration,
and write again and again,
of what our muse does sing,
that bliss is much more then fame can ever bring.

Thus these words are writ not for ourselves, 'nor wit,
but to venerate every single one.
Our words shine like light from a heavenly Sun,
or like the Moon beam that comes at night
to kiss their eyes filled with tears,
and by this kiss remove their fears.

In the language of astronomy,
the two ends of the Moon's elliptical orbit
are called "apogee" and "perigee."
The fullish Moon at perigee
makes the tides to rise!
Thus the Poet sings for all to realize!

With the Truth that shines on in his Heart,
he knows not right 'nor wrong!
He only chooses from Love to which we all belong
and not with dead forms and rituals,
that wounded reason may claim,
but with a living Heart which can never blame!

A revolution of the sort,
with Heart and Soul the meaning,
this is a noble goal!
May you rise to that protectorate
of those who are cut off from light
and lost in unscrupulous darkness;
rise up with your banner of Truth and Heart,
rise up and raise each and all with your noble Art!

the sweetest gift

Lovers are by night and day,
they travel in silken weaves,
teardrops when they cannot stay,
dreams of future meetings on sandy beaches
and not once do they doubt their loving
as there is no thought of this,
yeah, they are lost in the kiss ...

... to kiss the beloved with the same kiss
the beloved kisses me,
to be the beloved as one inside,
this then is a Love in which to abide...

by these tears,
all recycled and come of the Universe and Sun,
flowed and overflowed back to thee
as cleansing the fears after all these years,
and yesterdays gone to tomorrows sweeter song,
and tears now are joy and overflowed in Love ...

yet by doubt we are undone,
that you differ from me,
though in the Heart we are as one,
which cannot take advantage of me ...

... the mystery of longing in the night
where swathed in monotonal light
we as if swoon
to that mystical orb of Moon ...

... it shows in your eyes how bright shines your flame,
and by this gift inspired, gives the light again and again…

the sweetest gift,
to give and give
and by that Love,
give again when old and gray,
that it is the Love that remains today...

Sometimes the Goddess comes
when my Heart is afire
and gently touches her lips upon my own,
a longing sigh escapes as she departs in mystery,
she cannot stay, but with my heart has flown ...

for the wounded man

The plaint of the wounded Man
who was protector of Nature and her course,
but ran to the tree of knowing that is reasons curse,
he left with arrogant pride the path of Love,
to look below instead of up above ...

... a walk into the depth and breadth of life,
his Heart aspired and came to see,
the magic, so fleetingly
we all pass by, we all pass by ...
he has the gift/curse to see it all
with eyes wide open reflecting all the world;
to look and look and look and dare to see
what passes by so fleetingly ...

the change of Heart that gives him birth anew,
where all his sorrows and pains are wrapped in honey dew,
so now he walks with kindness stirred in every step he takes,
to realize that all the Love he gave is all that he ever makes

we are only passing by and fragile in our way,
that he will not come again we do not have a say,
between the Sun and the nightly Moon,
he walks this seminal path and by this cosmic cycle is held fast ...

by reason crooked, we are shallow men,
by that doubting path we fall to sin,
for sin is the crooked way
where we detour from gracious Love,
and we look below for what is up above,
and in this hell we wretched stay, for all of eternity!

Where Love takes us ...

Now I write with fullness and Heart
where want and want not, are gone,
'tis not my way to flaunt affections
'nor by this become undone ...

So we to write with all that comes of Love and awareness full,
by this inner sight our minds are never dull.
Love is the current and stream within that flows from our eager Heart,
so to pen our feelings and thought is where we have to start.
Love is round and reason crooked, a doubting path alas,
for by what reason kills our Hearts have found,
a Love that ever was...

It's so easy when we bloom inside the Heart with wonder,
for doubt is but a thought we can change,
when we look within and ponder.
First believe in nothing, then I say, belief is unnecessary in a way,
as Love is the jewel, the wish fulfilling gem,
by this feat we come to Love again and again …

Where Love takes us, a journey,
a spiral, often feelings are circular instead ...
your flowing words are making as if to speed towards
the falls and the whitewater crashing there are making rainbows in that mist.

... a wake up call and a beat with Heart,
to fearless compassion and doing your part ...

Time is a wounded reason
by which we are assailed with a thousand cuts of hurry and desperation.
When broken we fall into the mud and look there
as if for the first time and all is as one
where Peace that timeless affair has come!

So too with Love we've circled
all our lives to affection and desire
when doubt killed that gentle stirring.
We made our hearts to burn with strife
with shackles we built into our life.
… doubt is the Heart killer…

... a smallish voice, a gentle stirring,
inside our Heart does cry, that witless reason,
casts the doubt from which we dare not try,
to Love again as whole with courage,
and knowing not this wound, the vanity of reason recurring,
another doubt is found, so dare to Love and dare to change
the mind is ill from pain, take the high road and take full measure
and Love will come again ...

We break to accomplish many more aches,
to wonder and awe we move
that by this we come again and again,
to unreasonable Love ...

the grind of weighty shallowness,
we all fall there when materiality is all our care,
but to shine on a Heart of wonder,
and sing sweet songs,
demands we dive deep into uncharted territories,
there are no maps for the places of the Heart!

We are all a small part of eternity ...

We are all a small part of eternity,
yet of the greater are we made
by the same stuff as a Galaxy.
We can produce Stars and Planets
inside you and me ...

We make our monsters under the bed,
and we make our fears inside our head,
so when we stop all this make believe,
we wake to Peace and no more dread!

... when the mind is drawn to dark
and our body aches with grief,
we go within and seek the soul
'tis there we find relief ...

... soul gives insight into all we can apprise
if we but realize!

From this great nothing,
gazed from an inner dream,
came this world where all only seems.
There you were and I came too,
it was the end and the beginning anew ...

... your wonderings go deep so I am refreshed
by their uncommon currents ...

This then is what we can say of Art,
that it is born of the Heart of Wonder,
which blooms as leaf in where we ponder,
and bears the fruit for all to eat,
that is ambrosia, Divinely sweet...

So by these works shall we be known,
a teller of tales by light of the Moon and crackly fire,
that show us the wonder they inspire ...
So by that Heart Heathen heresy we shout there is no sin,
that God speaks to us all from within ...