Patience

The Tea's been steeped.
The biscuit ate.
I sit below.
So oft I wait.

Up above they bloviate
They ramble on
They so conflate
Their little world
In earthly form
It never grows
Beyond the worn.

In their tree
They contemplate
The pages thick
The history dates.
On and on and on they go
Out on the limbs
Not down Below.

They climb above
The branches wide
Reaching upwards
Towards the sky.

They find the tiny twigs don't bear
To keep the steady in the air.
And down they come
Lookout below!
Most times they find
A branch to go
Backwards up their tree again
They stop the fall
Their faith retained.

Back to the old
They go so bold
They reach for the stars
But just find mold.

The dusty, dank and spiritless world
Of books, beliefs and stories of old.
They're all not real
They're all so fake
Distant memories of lore to take.
They take them with them
Up their tree
And study Lot so carefully.

But little do they ever know
What they seek is Down Below.
They find up in their tree so tall
They wind up in a mess, no call.

They're called to walk the Path alone
But never do they hear the Phone.
It rings and rings in Silent Bliss
But all they hear is a little hiss.
It beckons and it whispers sweet
Within the books, the stacks of sheets.
Come hither, friend, into this tree
And spend a little time with me.
And so they go into the lair
And build their house on dreamt thin air.

The rock upon the path be built
Is not within a house on stilts
It's down Below Within the form
I know this sounds so out of norm
But once you've found Within I speak
You'll know tomorrow's not so bleak.
For in the morn, the day you're Born
All things get tossed, there is no lorn.
The World's complete and all anew
The leaves are best for wiping poo.

So here below
I'll sit and wait
And keep on calling
For a date
And even though the call be missed
The end is near I can't be dissed.
For when the day comes to awake
The trees and leaves will all be taked
And set aside for judgment date.
For those who've walked the Path unseen
And traveled to the World of Clean
No judgment there
They've found the Key
The Door's unlocked
They've been With Me.

They didn't sit up in their tree
And contemplate the World of Me
Instead they chose to simply be
The image that I made them See.
Pure Beauty, Light, and so Carefree
They raise the glass and toast to thee!
Good luck, my friend
I hope you'll See
You chose your Path right up that tree
You lost your way you chose your faith
You chose your tree
You didn't choose Me.

Suits

I wear my suit
I wear it proud
I wear it where
All things are loud.

But in the silent
Void I Know
I stand before Him
Toe to Toe.

In this silent World beneath
I know my Savior has no wreath
It's not the faith in Him I've found
I Know within me that We're bound.

The Faith is not in this or that

It's simply finding...not is that.

In this noisy world I find
Nothing quiet like my mind
When I go There in my robe
I leave behind me all this globe.

All this stuff that lingers here
Must be left here in this sphere
When I go there to explore
The things of this world
Are no more.

In the end
We All will Know
Nothing's real here
What a blow!

The Peace All men have sought 'til now
Has always been here...In the now.

In that Garden long ago
Fear enrobed us 'cause We Know
So much beauty so much pain
What we see here ain't the same

Now that now has come at last
Fear can once and all be cast
Onward on Our path we go
Standing with Him
Toe to Toe.

Masterpiece

Imagination run wild
The limits are free
Within You a World
There’s laughter and Me

The billowing Light
The radiant Beams
Can be twisted and molded
With limitless ease

Pickles with toes
And lemons with nose
But mostly there’s
Silvery white robes

Possibilities abound
Don’t hesitate!
Let Him or Her, the Light
Be your Mate

Run wild in the city
Or calm by the sea
Or flip the illusion
Sun bathe on 4th Street

It really won’t matter
These things that You do
In the end the illusions
Will cease to bear fruit

The point of these musings
The cause I implore
Is for You, Children
Don’t close the Door

In His House you're welcome
And free to believe
He’s a pickle for a nose
And lemons for knees

Whatever the matter
Whatever You choose
All that’s required
Is You Love Within You

Don’t close off the fences
Or shutter and drape
The curtains You place
Round the Light complicate

The Artist begins
With a fresh clean slate
A canvas of White
No rush…no dates

Let He be the Artist
And You His work of Art
Just stand and be steady
And You will impart

On a Glorious journey
With a Glorious View
Imagination His paint brush
His Masterpiece You!

Christening

I wield my blade
I pierce right through
This formless maid
I’m married to

I wear my suit
Of mesh and steel
The One goes through
The rest not real

I find the power
Within I Know
It burns me not
All else aglow

While in the Deep
My judgment clear
I stand alone
I have no fear

My trusted Squire
Has laced the Rings
No need for steed
I’ve found my Wings

While Underneath
I have no hooves
I charge the mount
And make it move

The Knights of old
Their Story’s told
Their endless quest
I finally hold

I go within
My Shimmering Cup
I soak the View
The bread I sup

Seize Now the Day
I’ve heard the Call
Have Faith in Him
I will not fall

I’ve found my Sword
I’ve found my Shield
My Courage bold
I will not yield

I’ve found my Strength
I’ve found my Sight
I’ve found my Faith
I am His Knight.

Stars

I go Within
His Silent Den
I leave this earth
The realm of men.

Within the Door
There's so much more
Than any book
or Words can store.

The Truth revealed
The Word I wield
In Him my Faith
And Hope are steeled.

The Blessed Angels
Sing their Song
They hasten me
My Path along.

The time has come
They call it Now
They lead the Way
They show me how.

Eternal Life
Exists for all
It is the Plan
No one can fall.

The earth we live
Is just a dream
The gift He give
It has no seam.

It flows through all
Creation Blessed
His saving Grace
There is no test.

The body's Soul
The body's blood
The difference clear
The body's mud.

The Soul Within
A Clear White Light
Masked in muck
It still Shines Bright.

The clay He formed
He placed You In
Your Faith in Him
Obscured by them.

Men show you words
Men show you things
Men cast their spell
To earth they bring.

You've fallen now
Upon the land
You must go back
from where you came.

The only Path
That takes you Home
The One returning
Whence you come.

Go Home my friends
And then You'll See
There is no difference
Between You and Me.

But greater still
The Secret's told
There is no difference
Young and old.

It's all illusion
The perfect Gift
For Us to find
Our Wings to lift.

Once found we're freed
And then you'll See
To be on earth
Amongst the trees

Is nothing but
A playful thing
A mighty dream
A memory game.

Remember who
You really are
You'll win the game
And be the Star

But only when
You find the Light
Within the mire
And Shine it Bright!

Life Goes On

A World Within
A world without
To make your pick
Do not have doubt

To choose the One
You must have fun
And try them both
Until you're done

But if you go
Within You'll See
The choice is made
It's so easy

No doubt involved
The puzzle solved
You dive right In
And cleanse your sin

For in the end
You too will come
And see Within
You'll find a Friend.

Eternal Life
Is giv'n to All
Who choose the Path
And do not fall

The fallen ones
Are those who knew
Of earthly things
And nothing New

They placed their faith
In things of old
They placed belief
In stories told

But never did
They take the leap
And find Within
Their Peaceful Sleep

Instead they chose
To take the path
That kept them clear
Of certain wrath

But little did
They find themselves
A place to Live
A Home of Love

It's Love my friend
That takes you Home
The Path you seek
You're not alone

For in the Deep
Your conscience clear
You'll find your Mate
You'll hold Him dear

And when you break
Your body's bread
And drain the wine
And lose your head

Your inner Self
The One that's True
Will go on Being
Fabulous You!

And there beside
Your quiet Self
Your body gone
Your fear escaped

You'll Shine so Bright
You'll join as One
You'll See the same
In Everyone.

Rebirth

I go Within
A clear Lit Room
There are no walls
Endless Womb

A voice I hear
Invites me In
It calms my Soul
It melts my skin

My bread be breaked
My wine be drained
My senses raked
The Spirit strained

I stand with none
My face be gone
No nail no hair
No thing at all there

A single Flame
A brilliant Beam
First two then One
No stitch no seam

One Royal Light
A Chorus Bright
I stand in awe
Behold the Sight

In the stillness
Of this Lair
A brand new World
Void of air

Pure Love Pure Joy
Pure Comfort Sweet
I’m born anew
Alas We meet

Salvation

Salvation is a simple act
To do it is a snap
You simply need to save Yourself
And open up the trap

You're stuck inside
The spider's web
You wriggle and you toss
And in your bed
You cuddle up
With more and more
Silk threads.

A book is such a silly thing
It's sticky and it's glue.
The more and more I see in them
The more and more it's poo.

I've learned a lot about these things
For things they are indeed
But only in that Other World
Do I set my Own Self Free!

Play On

You ate of the tree of knowledge
and so I blessed you with sin
My children I love you eternal
Your play in sin therein

The evil I've twisted amongst you
My robes of billowy Light
Have caused you to be in the shadows
Not the Light above all shining bright

If you seek a guide in the shadows
You must abide the two
Look to God above the play things
Love your neighbor as I Love you.

Play on!

Rhythm and Rhyme

Pulsing rhythms
of the Light
the Words come out
When I don't fight

the beat is One
the rhyme complete
the fabulous stories
are way too deep

When the heart is Pure
and the motive clean
the magical mystery
bursts at it's seams

the stories of old
the depths far below
the infinite voyage
is wrapped with a bow.

It all makes sense
It all comes clean
The magic relies
On being pristine.

not in our actions
Or earthly affairs
It's all about You
where you place your care.

Care to be pure
or care to obscure
the purity in you
needs not a thing more

'Cause way down below
in the depths that are You
Is your destiny's calling
It's Him calling You.

That Life all eternal
the heaven awaits
Is right here Within you
Waiting to be taked

All that's required
To open the gate
Is to know where to Love
And To Know there's no hate.

The purest of hearts
and the One broken free
Is the One that sees beauty
In all that he sees.

There's beauty in passion
There's beauty in lust
There's beauty in all of this
Magical stuff

There's beauty in crime
Although it's sublime
Like beauty in dying
And beauty in rhyme.

All that's required
and all that you need
Is to seek only beauty
with a heart that you knead.

When your heart is in rhythm
and you finally see
Perhaps you can join me
And we can share beats.

The Librarian

He fiddles and fuddles
And piddles and puddles
He thumbs and he flips
And He sorts and he clips

but never does He See
He looks and he looks
At his books upon books
But still He thumbs with glee

He’s built Him a house
Of words and verse
A place He calls His faith
He’s shuttered the windows
and closed the doors
and settled in to bathe

He reads and reads and reads he does
But never does He learn
That all of the verbiage
and letters and wordage
are simply best when burned.

He struggles some more
And flips through four more
His focus is good and right
The problem you see
In the old library
Is not about goodness and light

The problem, like most
Who are terrible hosts
Is the focus is never on He.

Just books.

Things

Love God above all things.


Things

The Bible, the bread, the wine
The body, the cross, the vine
All of these things are dead things
They mean nothing
They're void of the Shine

The things that really matter
The You and the Me and the Them
We are the only things Shining
Just like Christ,
You will find it Within.

The body, the blood, the communion?
They're simply there to be
A constant and steady reminder
They mean nothing
without them You're free.

These things, those things, all things
Are all completely free
Of the One thing that makes them different
The Spirit within Us
That's key!

Wings

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." ~ Jimi Hendrix




Wings

One is Within
One is without.

Take your pick,

There's One Way out.

Down

and

down

and

down

We

go

Your Wings are Within
Not without.