what can I say? when a poem is beyond its own words.

Something Just Underneath The Form
That Is Always On Top
The Essence That Seasons The Appearance
Drowning In The Ocean Of Innocence Of Your Eyes
I Am Forever Lost
In Finding Myself In You

The full circle
Then Deja Vu
I have been here before i have been here
Beholding my complexion before I was born
In a mirror darkly
The suddenly!
In the twinkling of an eye
I am face to face with love

love the poem and the promise TYVM for sharing it.

Listening again
With the heart to its music
The winds of life
Rushing over the chimes
Of this loitering heart
Like tubular tears chiming together
A symphony of weeping
Written in the key of separation
Each note streaming down the face
That wont face up
Asleep in the dream of denial
Until the heart is awakened by its own song
A lullaby played backwards
While cradling the child of grief

not offended at all thank you. appreciate your input I will take what you shared into consideration next time I write

sure you can post here or let me know what settings to change and ill change them. i am new to this and don't understand how it all works quite yet

sure i respect what you have to say

The collective angst
Burning my eyes
The corporate dread
Of dire sheep
Dangerous gullibility
Gone to seed
Taking to heart
What takes the heart away from you
Notions of malignancy
Wages of self sufficiency
Paid forward
Carelessly taking care
Of most mundane matters
Ignoring what matters the most
Feeling the heartbeat
Sensing the stillness in the fullness of a breath
Singing not
Yet leaving nothing unsung
The song sings itself
No more monkeys throwing saddles on my back
No tug of war with my yoke fellows
Pulling together at last
The storm blew down the fence that kept us apart.
The veil in the temple torn to shreds by your winds
Blessed are the eyes that are blind
Nothing wrong with being alright
Living while i die while i live
No fish to save from drowning
No clown to save from crying
Adorned with vastness
Clothed with emptiness
Fathomless awareness
Fully alive

A drunken prophet
Inebriated from the wine of certainty
Cleromancy with same sided dice
Augury practiced with plastic birds
Wincing of artificial eyes
Telling me the color of my soul
Reading minds with minds
Like a book trying to read a book
Like a tooth trying to chew itself
Pirates of predictability
Forcing others to walk the planks
In their eyes
Frequently in error
Yet always sure
Alas!
Behold
A sign in the heavens
An omen of love
A blinding light that opens eyes
All ground for being
Gone
Gone
Gone
Beyond the
The farthest shore of sureness
Beyond the beyond the beyond
Sitting in space like a star
Groundless of reason to stand upon
Rooted in nothingness
Being everything
Reason swallowed up by love
And justice born the offspring of impermanence
Hope emerging like a rose blooming
Opening to the light of mystery
All things possible in a land of uncertainty
Melting into trust
Substance of hope oozing out
Evidence for the blind skeptic
Minds settled
Hearts resolved
Ambition slain
Liberty released

Corpses of lost loves
Fettered to my heart
With chains of
If only
Sinking in the slow quicksand
Of should have
Weighing it down
With the heaviness of hope
Yet the sun still rises
And the birds still sing
While it lingers behind
Drowsy from denial
Trying to buy its way out
Taking out loans
Made poor paying the usury
To maintain its dream
Impoverished of presence of mind
A heart unresolved
Picking petals from a daisy
She loves me
She loves me not
A soul drawn and quartered
By the horses of desire
Torn in diverse directions
Like a crew of sailors rowing against the wind
With sails full opened wide
Till sweet powerlessness
Falls
Like morning rain on
On fallow ground
Plowed and broken in the night
And i sweetly bleed
Into my tears
Turning water into wine

The song of songs
Remains the same
Sung without a word.
A silent movie
Staring king Solomon himself
Sifting wheat from chaff
By dividing babies with a sword
And what mother will trust the process?
And what lover will lose his life's love to save it?
Building a nest not a dungeon
Creepy pursuit
Clinging in the the guise of love
Some sheep in wolfs clothing
Trying to impress
Clad in leather and iron
And how shall my love kiss me with my helmet on?
Vulnerability the price of the consummation
Intercourse with faith and patience
In the darkness of the light
In the shadow of the sun
No turning
No sundial to read
No sunrise
No sunset
Only obvious oblivion
Like trying to wake up one pretending to sleep
In a game of peek-a-boo
Played in a glass darkly.

But they that wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. ~ Isaiah

Where it says they shall renew their strength the word renew can also be translated to mean exchange.
Its a trade off of power for trust.
Its about the power of trust rather than the trust of power.
Whats it like to...
Wait on the lord ?
Its not to wait as a means to an end
Its not to wait to gain or lose something
Its a simple resting in trust
Its a state of not being apprehensive and anxious
Nor is it a state of oblivion from distraction
Its a state of surrendered awareness
With a willingness to be with life as its happening to happen
Trust does not demand that you dont feel...grief...anger...sorrow or anything else.
Trust is not a feeling..it itself is a state of being...of being aware...of our oneness with the universe.
Part of the awareness of that oneness is the capacity to feel along with other sentient beings.
Trust allows us to feel safe to feel.
God is not angry with us for what we feel.
Since when have we ever had a choice what to feel or not?
Put your hand in the fire and tell yourself its wrong to feel pain.
Choose to or not you will feel the pain.
Feelings are like breathing..like the heart pumping blood...they just happen to happen on their own...their part of the life that lives each of us.
Never beat yourself up about how you feel.
Allow yourself as well as others to have minds and feelings of their own.
Yet keep in mind...
Feelings are not personal when seen in the light.
They are simply all part of the dance and flow of life itself.
Sometimes it requires patience and trust to learn to dance with them.
Their intensity can seem heavy and unbearable at times.
But if we are willing to learn…
We can waltz with grief as well as jump with joy.
A little fear can season life keeping it from becoming dull...jump out of an airplane and you'll know you are alive...all the way down.
A little fear can awaken us to the present moment.
It is not altogether evil as many take it to be.
The problems dont come from feeling it.
The problems come out of our judgments about it.
We tell our self it is wrong to feel fear.
Then we turn what is simply a feeling into something more complicated
We turn it into ground for guilt..resentment..remorse to grow in…
Other “negative” emotions also fall into this category.
We complicate them rather than accept them and allow the passage.
But if we are willing to have tea with our demons…
We find we posses them rather them possessing us.
The only enemy is the one that is not loved.
Our safety is in our defenselessness.
Our softening...our sensitivity
Our love for life as a whole of it. The good bad and ugly.

Namaste

Now I cry
with six strings
and I miss you more than ever

words that burn
tears that sting
yet I wish we were together

I still love you
and it always will be so
I cant stand
to finally let you go

you gave me back
my promise ring
I fell apart like the twin towers

I rode cold winds
my iron horse then
just you bring you
pretty flowers


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Im a writer not a performer .But I still like to right songs

i suspect we are...you can message me anytime. Id love to chat with you sometime.

i suspect we are...you can message me anytime. Id love to chat with you sometime.

May our desire like an ouroboros consume itself
May we want to see
More than to see what we want
May we want to hear
More than to hear what we want
May we want to feel
More than to feel what we want
Throwing our arms wide open to the cold wind
Embracing it without a cloak
Loving shamelessly
Without fear of discomfort to our senseless senses
May we find our comfort in the truth alone
May we allow the tide of impermanence
To wash away our golden sandcastles
Built with the stones of our own rational
May we fall headfirst from the sky we painted into place
With our watercolors of self will
And a paintbrush of wisps of outsights
That we imagined to be firm cords of insights
May we be entirely robbed
Ransacked of our plastic Jesus and all his toy disciples
By the truth that comes to us like a thief in the night
Pilfering us of our diamonds of resentments
Our coins of golden grandiosity
Leaving us groundless in resolution
To abandon the reconstruction of our Disneyland
may we be left impoverished of ambition
Blessed in the poorness of our spirit
Abandoned to the reign of peace
Resting in peace before we die
Following our surrendered heart
Back home

thank you for your kind words

TYVM Penny

I agree love his style. looking forward to seeing more from him