Sunday, April 29, 2007

deep low hum, tickle my senses
progression of space, sounded within soul
forgotten places in time, come together to join
a grander theme for all, for freedom from pain
holy hour, sacred sacrament of self
light as the wind, without anxiety or grief
balanced between, the earth and the sky
where cool water flows, within the depths of your mind
deep low hum, follows me home
radical sacred self, and abundance of love.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

unfold, unroll
the truth, upon the ground
display, advertise
so people will know again
abandoned, anathema
alone in this abyss of chaos
who will, how will we
taken this, to help the whole
not part, but a part
lost and hidden, forbidden
fortune's loss, and apathy
there go i, broken at the seem.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Form and Faith

Focus bends around the truth
the light of perception
so clear, so pure

Holy, holy is the hour
sacred, sacred
burn, the fire

Hold, be hold the smoke, the pyre
within the stack of
wood, the fire

Focus taken in with sand
forms opinions, makes a man

Course and path inter twine
come together, hold intwine

together, together, a part
of the whole,
the group the merchant's cart

More than life, less than death
truth and light
unfed by jaded, epitaph.