Psychic Kiss

Today my inner eye cried,

A drop of sweat, or was it a tear?

A psychic kiss made so clear,

The truth I already knew,

And though before I believed,

Now I see,

And it is an honor,

And it is a privledge…

Underground love

Underground Love

Grime and mud and dirt, and beautiful girls in summer skirts…

Steel and tile and subtle smiles…

A glance from my left and I need to catch my breath…

The music from a guitar, a poet collecting change in a jar…

His melody is Sweet and in Spanish, and all my tension seems to vanish…

Because I am back on foot, writing in my book, and there she is again giving me that look…

The kind you get when your mind and heart are engaged, when your eyes are open like a psychic sage…

Now here is my train…

But my heart is no longer tame, or domesticated, my resolve unabated, because to this woman I may be mated and my soul might soon be elated…

So lets find out, I’ll give it a shot, this is where it starts with things get hot…

Have a little courage my friend, a little gall…

And in time you will find you have an edge, over us all…

The Jailer

The Jailer

What should I do? Which way should I turn?

My mind is always changing its writing always burns.

My emotions are written on the canvas of my mind, but they’re unstable,

And seem to float away in time.

Should I pursue? Should I pick and choose? Should I choose you?

Now if I do it could be great, there could be love and joy,

But this could turn to hate.

I’m scared you see, I’m scared to commit.

I’ve been burned and its left me scarred, it hurt so much,

So I put up these bars.

And all this time I thought I was free,

But my heart is caged, and the jailer is me.

Infinity equals one

Wrap your head around that, my son

What are the implications?

What is this chronic fascination, that I have with proving to myself that anything is possible?

Not probable is not impossible, they are different,

One must be pursued and cultivated, the other a lie that’s been heavily circulated.

Not probable yet, a better statement, get off your couch and out of your parent’s basement.

Go out and make it happen, you are a creator and a child of God, doesn’t that make your power vast and broad.

Go use it for good, for you own good as well, stop putting yourself down with those evil spells.

Your thoughts and your words create your opportunity; cause in this collective there is perfect unity.

So knock on the doors of life with your thoughts and words,

And use all your actions to make your voice heard.

Create what ever you want, decide and firmly believe

Then follow your guidance and take the lead…

My Dog is like a Zen Monk

My dog is like Zen monk…

He ain’t no stray he ain’t no punk…

If you took him to the zoo a chetta’d get jumped…

And although he isn’t much of a preacher, he’s an old soul, a wise teacher…

So I walk with him on the beach; this is where he loves to learn and loves to teach…

He explains the details of focused intention; through smell and sound and simple expression…

He climbs boat docks and under gates with rusted locks, and for two hours he could smell a single rock…

This demonstrates the Smell Of Zen, the power of his nose; one thousand times ten…

And this baffles the mind of common men…

They cannon yet see, or smell for that matter, they think of me as a mad hatter…

Because I study and speak with dogs and cats, palm trees, orchids and subway rats…

All are here to teach and reflect, find yourself in a drop of water or tinny speck…

Like my dog smelling a lamp post, where other canines like to boast…

Enjoy the simple and subtile and be free of long and distant struggles…

My Dog is a Zen Monk…

Note in the sand...

I wrote myself a note in the sand...

"Life is beautiful and grand",

a fountain pen, the reed in my hand...

and through my vision winter leaves did tumble, and this made me humble...

the subtile and the sublimE, So often, missed by the mind...

Then tracks ran across my WOrds; "be happy or be absurd"...

And I ran down the BEAch, until a sacred spot space was reached...

Then the speeding dog turn around, a holy site had been found...

So we climbed a hill and sat under a tree...

And THere these words were given to me:

LIFE is a gift if you're willing to receive it, just ask, take off your mask, and believe it...

take your first breath

Now be still, wait pause a moment and pay attention and be quiet. Observe your mind and your body, and wake up. If you quiet yourself you might suddenly wake up. Wake up and take a deep breath, for what is Birth but a simple inhale, so be born a new and wake up to the world. And what is Death but a simple exhale, let all that which no longer serve happiness die. Learn to breathe and you will release yourself from fear of death and birth. It will free you from fear of change which is constant and should be embraced. Constant fear will fade away and you will be left with nothing but a giant playground before you. Play and learn like a child, there is nothing to do but be happy and help others feel the same. So play and be happy and breathe and wake up to all the joy around you.