White Crow

[sylvanlightning]

'Call this what you will...

"There is no path to here.
There is no path to now.
You are already, always, eternally, on, here, now.

Now is the only time you can be awake.
Now is the only time you can be free.
Now is the only time you can care or be curious
about anyone or anything.

Now is the only time you can do or be anything.

You may choose, now, to fixate and obsess on motive and memory, fantasy, and commentary, with their associated rivers of emotions, some of them perhaps very powerful.

You may be continually preoccupied, even addicted, to the endocrine cocktails they produce.

You may imagine that whole process to be the past, or the future, even the present.

You may imagine that to be your life, or the world.

But it's all just the play of memory, nothing more.

It is what your are doing with memory and fantasy, this very moment, nothing more.

And sooner or later, you get sick of the monotony, the isolation, the boredom, the self-centered wretchedness of it all.

To be awake is to be unconditionally open to all that is.
It is to be completely without prior opinion or assumption about anything.
To stay awake is to surrender, totally, to unedited and unrestricted awareness, to abandon the pretense of both past and future.

There is nowhere else to go.
Why not just be here, with tenderness, generosity, and compassion?

Why not fall unguardedly in love with the endless peace into which all things are born, your very own Self?

We are all the very Same One?
Why hold back?'


-Your own Self-

[KittenX]

I can't shake a smile off my face as I read each line....
Spiritual, calming and universal. I read this and discover something new...
"And sooner or later, you get sick of the monotony, the isolation, the boredom, the self-centered wretchedness of it all."
How true...and I've been there.
First class poem thank you for sharing and it really touched me. :cool:

[sylvanlightning]

Her dark instinctual nature
flees from these binding cords,
of inequality.

Furious with the expectations
of remaining frozen,
in a missionary position.

Ablaze with defiance,
her passion overflows
any format.

She escapes this prison,
of design,
into primal truth.

Screaming with sharpened nails,
while spitting out lies
of an unbalanced relationship.

Engaging as Nemesis,
this lukewarm faith
which is blind to uncensored experience.

Then aggressively questioning
the civilizing control paradigms,
which create limiting rules.

Orgasmic fertility,
exhibits rawness for the sake of intensity;
praising inner life-force, her motto.

I now reclaim the Garden,
of my own making,
by embracing manifold daemon-wings.

I tend the growth,
of these poisonous and beneficent plants,
into sharp beauty.

I fly naked in sensual splendor,
with harmony of the twilight
cast over a composting cross of suffering.

[sylvanlightning]

White Crow


She, with the splendor of moonlight
glossing the inky noir of her iris,
gazes at the sparkling lake ripples.

Her memory of the country mile sinks,
gyring to the murky peat.

Just this...
relaxing to the extremity of each feathers tip.
A presence of calm abiding
with awareness on each exhale.

Again the self is lost in the mirror of Self.

As her oaken perch exhales,
a spiral of dreaming wind howls cloud-ward.

Advancing magnolia pollen is scattered
from overtone to undertone;
the Mistress' slick vesica-pisces leaves burning
like moonstone embers across the field.

A residue of peach glides like amrita
behind the root of her pointed onyx tongue.

All implodes with the call of oblivion.
A luminous void wraps around and within her.
The death of change is breathless.
And she is.

How does one describe a blink?

The lake reasserts central focus.
Thou art received eye-ward
with the most graceful of slight movements.

She is humbled by the gratitude
swelling in her oceanic heart.

[sylvanlightning]

Blazing circle of cricket passion.
Multitudes of thirsty flowers
open to drink the shimmering gold.

Each grass blade
with its pearl of dew,
is nestled with neighbors alone.

These windswept lake ripples,
upon the surface,
but how deep do the currents go...

Those sturdy roots
wrapped in dark earth,
do not long, just grow.

Does it ultimately matter
if my tone matches the birds?
My humming song will blend with bees,
this morning, if nothing else.

Wasp caught,
in a spider-web,
is it tragic or art?

We try to make meaning,
with our patterning minds,
but is it now?

What is seen
when you smell the dawn
unfolding its rays.

To be one,
with these coffee beans,
all else is waiting.

Interconnected centers embrace;
the clothes are a disguise.
Stillness of crystals,
reflections from the birdbath, shimmer.

An immaculate orchid stand,
soars in splendor,
caressing the aloes.

Streams of ants marching in worship.
This cool silence, abides,
from the dreaming self.

[sylvanlightning]

Let us speak with fragile truths,
freshly wrought ,
from silence to whisper.

Bypass the mind,
like a glass of wine,
with intoxicating warmth.

The meaning of this moment,
is the experience;
your eyes hold new feelings.

Where have you been...
It seems like forever
since your lips parted.

Embrace me,
with just your smile,
then I will understand.

[sylvanlightning]

She who would be recognized
is a chameleon of form.

Her gossamer gown
of pink and mauve,
spills forth resplendent
through emerald foliage.

Fair Aurora,
sweetest child of golden rays,
yours is the matrix of manifestation.
Weave us a web of light.

I greet you,
in a chorus of feathered friends
and ask of you everything,
yet nothing in particular.

My mind is lost,
entangled in the hair of Eos.

Goodmorning Raphael...

My palms are honeyed
with healing wholeness.

Thy shefa quickens the sleeper.
Thy ruhaniyot swells,
breaking into ruby waves
upon the iris shores.

[sylvanlightning]

Strawberry muse,
succulence and freckles,
a crisp organic purity
perfumes the air.

Unabashed play,
a teasing chase of flowing mirth,
with ringlets cascading in tendrils;
democratic recess on joys merry-go-round.

"Why marry," she exclaims,
"while wedded to a community
in fertile freedom?"
"I shall tickle you with kisses, instead."

[sylvanlightning]

Mist shrouds,
the horizons' shoulders,
as a wary scene
from an archaic moor.

All is stillness,
ephemeral quietude,
save the ticking of clocks
slightly offset.

And it begins,
a crystalline beading
of geometric precision,
petals of dew fall like veils.

[sylvanlightning]

You fill me with trembling.

The silver-threaded spindle,
of your words, evokes me.

Loops of emotion,
from the lattice of thought,
are nimbly expressed by your fingers.

Skein of dreams,
coiled like a flight of angels,
relays our heartbeats
in gently cupped hands.

Still your presence
quakes its birth,
deep within me,
as I almost remember
the secrets resplendent.

I breathe the memories
once whispered by your lips.
These shy feelings
slip like gems
into the pockets
of soft-lined darkness.

[sylvanlightning]

There is a beautiful stillness,
expansive as a mirrored surface,
in the moon-draped surroundings.

A sycamore fans its limbs,
branching crystalline,
encased in ice.

Like time-lapsed stars,
we are diamond-lit,
awaiting the dawn.

The night spills forth slowly,
seconds measured in vapors,
as an occasional bird awakens to speak.

[sylvanlightning]

A pair of regal white geese
float effortlessly across the lake.

Playful breezes
tickle the bamboo grove;
swaying the undulating leaves.

A mist blankets the distance,
like a gossamer negligee,
softening angularities.

Percussion of droplets,
pattering of rainy paws,
kneading the lakes skin.

Periwinkle curls mixing,
like deja-vu, atmospherically.
Beckoning for the wine of twilight.

An open relaxation
stills the minds' fire
to a sigh.

Grass blades moisten
in rejuvenating trembles.

[sylvanlightning]

Our attention is rich,
beyond the wealth of nations,
interwoven splendorous and poly-sensual.

I embrace the elements,
the sound of pouring rain,
dissolving into receiving earthen limbs.

Gazing at the common awe,
of droplets surging pendulous
from the forsaken awning.

This is where we used to dream,
the seizing passion of your enflamed deductions,
licking words teasing the ear to speech.

Oh, how can I describe,
the internal offerings
of this universe.

Blanketed rear window,
clustered water droplets,
so close the glass appears shattered.

Yet, shattered is not the word,
for this depth of sharing.
I say, flood me with golden heart-streams.

This rock alone I caress,
silken topography of fingerprints,
feeling like skin contours.

No smell, taste or sound,
does it emit,
yet so yielding to the touch.

I place this precious one,
in the coolness of a birdbath,
so it might vibrate with a crystalline fellow.

Mmmmm, I feel so vulnerable
under this open sky.
Everything is so glistening and continual.

[sylvanlightning]

The world is anew with fragrance.

Each blossom so unique;
A vulnerability, fleeting and fragile,
perfumes the air.

Hovering,
in rapt present worship,
before submitting to beauty.

The wonder of diversity,
each having a pollenated purpose,
all calling for attention.

I feel my heartbeat,
rapidly racing,
with each new inhale.

Enflamed inferno of fertility,
noble sentience beyond compare,
imprinting the duty of submission.

A nest of a thousand entries,
each a dancing moment,
and the one final home; here.

[sylvanlightning]

Fragile robin-egg blue sky
lies striped between,
banks of pinkish-gold.

These layered feathers,
wisp fallen from a fast moving front,
burn in evaporation to a fading mute.

Then the night creeps in,
on soft winds.

Waiting for the power to return...

Communications abruptly disabled
by random imperfections.

Caught, once again,
in the web of assumptions.

Feeling that I would quickly
embrace your presence,
after a hard days work.

A song arises;
a dusky murmur of frogs, crickets,
birds and wind stirred leaves.

I will wait here.

A quick glance, but it is not you.
Why would I have thought,
you would find me regardless?

[sylvanlightning]

An accepting of the bitter-sweet nectar,
of all that is interwoven,
in this retrograde bliss.

A feeling of your homeopathic gifts,
of attention,
these offerings are a frequency.

Who is invisible...
this I that appears not
in the mirror reflections.

Why react to the angst,
of one you wish to hold close,
a simple response will do.

Close is this but territory now..
this fear of losing
how we are seen.

We misunderstand
the placement of intent.
The need to bind materially,
rules out merging as energetic nebulae.

The blissful vast curling thorny rivers,
of emotional paradoxes,
linger.

I stand in this solar flare
till the burning purifies
my psychic debris.

What is gained
is this releasing of self
into Self.

Sinking alone into the cushions
under a net of jewels;
Sparkling immersive darkness is then...

[sylvanlightning]

A Central Sun,
of breath and heart,
beats with wild empathic eyes.

Each one
is a light unto themselves,
upon lifting the veil
to find an Original Face.

The Self interconnects our Love-will.

Some say this veil lifting
is as inner Armageddon
and tremble at the Great Work.

To sew the rent
betwixt self and Self,
blend hues of light
with what was cast away
in the darkness of inequality.

Arise and rise,
unmoving yet everywhere,
from the station of infinite portals;
each one an ear and an eye.

Intuition dissolves
that which sought to divide
for the sake of love;
Divorce no longer from yourSelf.

Pleasure is forgetting expectations
in the joy of exploration.

[sylvanlightning]

Solace within these howling winds;
rain-swept expanses.

Shaking off a flurry of leaves;
dead twigs falling.

Moisturized bark, unseen by roots.

Glory of majestic branching,
color splendor,
muted within these
slow moving amber veins.

All these pulsing dreams,
unheard and rumbling;
spiral of coiling memories
growing in rings.

Deliberation of extensive limbs,
each a cautious choice.

Full, aware of decay and moon.

Night-bird resting in branches of song.

All under the milky-way of skin.

Reclaiming, as sacred,
this voice asking to be seen.

[sylvanlightning]

Spark of newness
in that ones
bright luminous eyes.

She sees, beyond the beyond,
with memories vaster
than a Gurus lineage.

Oh and what of conditions...
the bubbling laughter;
questioning words, words, words
with knowing
straight from source.

Spinning spiral galaxies emerging from her smile.

Bless me with your silent glances.
Teach me your unshaped vastness
with a simple gesture.

Lead me from the known into the Now.
Give me space to run in these primordial vortices.

The Bliss of having All Love, as obligation, is hers.

No fear or doubt,
just this hand
that leads me back.

Back to where all began...

This is still in you.

Our daughter emerges from the Abyss
on a rainbow spiral,
she fills the womb of my heart with kindness.

[sylvanlightning]

The first rain of june falls,
like cold black pearls,
dotting my skin with droplets.

The grass, bark and earth
forms a slick spongy bed,
to kiss my seated observations.

Crystal spheres glisten,
pendulous on each needle,
arousing the pines darkness.

Nature, an immanent empress,
demands naked rationality
and hardened simplicity.

Her moisture penetrates,
feeding hoary swollen roots,
under the verdant moss;

While steady downpours
wash away the notion
of being a sheltered witness.

Purifying in its equality,
all is saturated
under a cloud-laden sky.

[sylvanlightning]

Golden field,
stretched between the worlds,
glows phosphorescent
with dreaming plants;
each shoot a phantasmagoric heartbeat.

Maroon sky,
archs velveteen
specked with molten-copper starlight;
musical notes in flowing composition
interlace like a spectral shroud.

Ancient bearded trees
pluse howling glyphs
in amber streams,
midst coiling worm legions,
as new spells shatter elemental-wise.

Spells as primal forking tongues
flash nova rings,
in spiky lightning conversation;
from earth to sky
great kundalini-dragons soar.

Safe is not a word
whispered in this chaotic maelstrom.
All is immanent,
immediate and transparent;
layer upon enfolding astral layer.

[sylvanlightning]

Come,
descend into the depths.

Walk bare with the earth,
sending your roots deep.

Burrow your energetic tendrils
down to the core.

Arrive beneath;

where lightning spikes
can neither start, nor end.

The dark is not visible,
like the noonday sun;

a puzzle,
piece connecting piece.

Here are the veins of alchemy,
crystalline streams of unseen beauty.

Here are the shifting plates,
of massive continents.

Here there are currents;
blending shadow densities.

Integrate the unconscious;
let unblocked energy renew you.

Merge with this jet absorption.

Don awareness of transparent amethyst,
laced with a filigree of liquid gold.

Why externalize with segmented
wand, cup, disc or sword?

Welcome, consciously, reasons complement.

[fulmah]

Your imagery seems to come from every angle, colliding at last with your desired intention. –Reclaimation- I thought epitomized that. Such colorful structure! I have been keeping an eye on this thread, and wish I had more time to comment more thoroughly; alas, it’s not very easy to access the board from work anymore, but I enjoy the peeks I can get, and this is one of the first places I turn to! Keep rolling those good vibes out!

[sylvanlightning]

Ancient One, of bearded moss,
coils to curl these python boughs;
lichen-scale flair blends barkenly,
as hoary canopy glistens in sprawl.

Light and glossy, coats the rain.
Prancing droplets, fleet of feet,
nimbly skip in rind rivulets;
down and over, in and around.

Slow to listen and most reticent,
speaking thunder by grumbling clumpy;
further gloom by wind howled leaves
and a final cast of red glow witch-wild.

Effervescence returns, wry sprite of hills,
'We age the same,' she says in passing.
'Yet I of restless spirit fly.
Why stop, should I, by such as you?'

'Naughty, fickle siren!' He rumbles.
'Be gone with you then...
Who shall harbor you hence,
as you awaken within?'

[sylvanlightning]

Caress of tendrils,
fingers rippling like streams,
in smooth listening waves.

Offering an embrace,
as a gift of self;
trembling with closeness.

Keyed to the slightest whisper,
Muse of the gentle breeze,
your presence has a firey echo.

I need but your absence,
to start the swell
of irrational rip-tides.

Kneeling in fullness,
my head rests on your womb,
to offer service.

Unleashed from bonds,
of lavish guided cares,
I willingly continue to linger.

Trained to feel the subtleties,
of your changing moods,
I rise to fulfill my sacred duty.

Ever, anew.

[sylvanlightning]

Expand, beyond the river of not,
on the bridge of equality.
Into Infinity.

[sylvanlightning]

Suddenly sadness embraces,
this melancholy absence
settles like a shroud,
silencing me as an eclipsing friend
strikes from the shadows.

This palpable isolation,
of reactive cores invisibly
revealed as blinding radiation,
not simply a frowning countenance
more direct like slashing retrogress.

What can I remove,
when already a stripped offering
on the cool lapis block of indifference.
I lower the pulse
of this racing heart, to murmur.

Is this the newness
you wish to hear echoing
in the vast canyons of bottomless depth,
these farewells of effected affection
colliding like a mirror, splintered.

[sylvanlightning]

I remove my watch
to write by starlight;
this sparkling cloak,
of inky velvet,
unfurls its wings.

Nubile darkness descends,
slowing the rhythm of breath
to a whisper,
her rippling power
awaits in crouching awareness.

A pulsing heart,
thundering drumbeats,
circulates streams
of incorporated lifeforms
through prominent veins.

Phosphorescent spectral eyes,
shinning ghastly like will-o-the-wisps,
are her only betrayal;
unless she simply closes them
to amplify scent and sound.

Then as a beautiful messenger,
of finality,
the dance begins;
after arching and undulating
like an ecstatic voodoo loa,
the object of her attentive chase
erupts in a fertile flood.

[sylvanlightning]

We breakfast
on papaya in palm-shade,
as the surf surges
and subsides.

The warm salty air,
like brush strokes,
paints our skin
as gull-calls ripple the sky.

Your lips taste
of lime and papaya juices,
while the sun lights up
crests of the turquoise reefs.

Like faint stars,
subtle leopard spots
freckle your browning skin
complementing the hibiscus lei.

Rust-umber pollen
sprinkles in fairy-dust
on your neckline.
I lose myself, entranced.

As your sarong is tossed
I exclaim "Que bonita!"
before a swimming chase
begins out among the coral.

[sylvanlightning]

The sword of air,
metalic cutting winds,
stripping off the bark.

The sword of mind,
fine-tuned sharpened thought,
a quick witted discernment.

The sword of spine,
filled with molten fire,
piercing the burning medulla.

The sword of words,
quick slashes of combinations,
reducing the all to form.

The sword of numbers,
splintering the infinite,
into mathematical probabilities.

The sword of the tongue,
quick to speak or rolling compassion,
casting the spell of intention.

The sword of love,
piercing the heart,
healing with this wounding closeness.

[sylvanlightning]

Tangled in nestled repose
these patches of dreams,
cradled in my eye-lashes, call.

Cool silken contours,
spooning my sloping frame,
ask nothing more than
to caress my every shift.

Mindless abandon of meaning,
accepting this stretching of toes,
feeling out these caverns
of morning mist.

Warmth spreading,
from heart to extremities,
fingers curling and opening
in lotus trembles.

Gentle breezes wafting...
kissing my face,
asking me to arise.
I'm aroused by this tenderness.

[sylvanlightning]

"I have a gift for you."
She says with a smile.

Her words pour like silken snakes,
vibrating with brilliant electric hues;
tangible inner pools
of glowing greek glyphs,
changing before set by thought;
beyond sensation, sent backwards;

the message relayed.

Air elementals interwoven,
gowns of motley iridescence,
as patchwork ethereal texture.
Silvers blend with violet and black;
gold dissolved words.

Soaring,
feeling tranquility,
yet seeing plains of light.

How can something so rich and vast,
be coiled in the space of a tailbone?

Honor beyond universes,
so immanent and personal.
Wordlessly creating context and content.
Shaping the shapeless,
with sensations of emotional vibrancy.
Submerging and cording
to weave in ascent,
like spirals of beads
and waves of definition.

All grace and beauty is her flight,
like Asuras and Nagas at play in the Aethers.

Indescribable.

"You know your body is the Universe..."
she adds.

Resting,
at the base
of the light-poles central axis.

What if the Earth and Sky are really Eternal?

Time is not linear,
it is circular and spirals.
Nothing repeats,
so standardization is futile.

Why quantify and measure?

Perched on street lights,
capturing points of view
with spheres of impression.

A lightning-storm
in the orange mist
illumines insight.

Verdant ancient darkness
with swollen roots
under canopies of magic.

The thorns of the rose
are neither white, black or red
but a woody faded green;
bamboo-hued,
like a carpet of cured tobacco.

Sensations wash,
through the splinter
in my minds eye,
like snakeskin shards of self.

No attachment to still-frames
as a rebirth continues.
Let it all flow,
relax and witness the changing.

[sylvanlightning]

Enthusiastic trills arise;
warbling cadences,
staccato and sonorous,
euphonies resound.

When the firey echoes disperse,
one is filled with curling breezes
sashaying through limbs.
A sweet inner silence returns.

Let it all settle,
like a flurry of leaves,
free-falling and twirling
to rest on the earth.

The mind is a watery expanse;
choppy waves surging,
cresting and crashing,
to subside in the depths.

[sylvanlightning]

Minds like to slip
into coats of comfort,
so as to ponder velvet caresses
in mindless yawning.

Intentions of direction and effort,
flow in graceful movements.
Balanced actions result in harmony.

Embracing, a signaled absence;
honoring, with dreams, a bright horizon.

Reveal, with the birds, a new song of self.

It's hard for others to see our hearts,
when intimate hopes and dreams
are hidden to prevent devaluing.

Feel the pull of integrity
to be true to yourself
and meet as you would want to be met.

[sylvanlightning]

Beautiful melting nap,
ecstatic lounging,
in an etheric cloud.
Torus of honey
turning in on ourselves.

Right eye of vivid discernment
meets a left of soft creation,
to see the lucent buzzing
of an easy lucid dreamscape.
We rest in formless arms.

Expansive lapping,
of my hearts ocean
on the shore of your skin,
dissolving the day totally
in a blissful golden expanse.

All division stops as we blend:
Light, sound, description and direction.
Up, down, right, left, forward and back
are revealed as incomplete words
for here and now.

[sylvanlightning]

You are always welcome.
Even if leaving or arriving were possible,
the entrance is not separate
from the rest of this boundless point.

Yet, when you say shadow
I sense suffering, unshared.
Know you have an listening ear
in this empathic friend.

Yes, like wandering gypsies,
these soft winds meander,
bringing scented gifts of asian lilies.

Murmuring hummingbird attendants
whisper of the vesuvian placement,
heralding the arrival of sirius.


Love & Blessings

[sylvanlightning]

Leave me pulsing
in these coils of sparkling flame...

I will linger dissolving,
with a sigh and a whisper.

Waves of bliss wash over me
like magnetic clouds.

It feels like forever ago
as well as right now.

An orchids scream,
of blossoming, am I.

[sylvanlightning]

The air is alive, slow misting and foggy. An emerald glow, fills the landscape, curling with moist banks of fog. A night-light casts a halogen glow on the fertile puffy buds of tree branches. All is expansive and subtle. A quiet saturates the surroundings, save a few hundred cricket songs. Magical is this night.

Deep in relaxed repose, I sit and linger. Effervescence bubbles within me as the results of my sadhana grow and penetrate both consciousness and sight. I glimpse resting shadows, crystals in the birdbath and driftwood blending into the night. Suddenly, yet quiet as a creeping cat, an adolescent possum slinks by... as so often before the immediacy of teeming life manifests as blessings anew. My heartbeat quickens at the closeness of this now. I wonder breathless, stilling my thoughts and smiling peripheral as its path quickens into the underbrush.

Its not what these visits mean as much as the spirit in which they are received. When I'm quiet enough She comes to me again to remind me of these dark journeys into soul and feeling. Still smiling I return inside to hear the dryer running in the background. Clicking these keys I stop, here, with you now and thank you for sharing this moment with me.

[sylvanlightning]

I feel each thirsty petal, calling.
The days have been full,
with photosynthesis.

Transmutation of solar gifts,
requires replenishing nutrients
for earth bound roots.

Growth in fibonacci spirals,
balanced by recursive lapses
of soaking it up.

I adjust the spray,
with t'ai chi sensitivity;
watery listening to depth of need.

Its always amazing
to find rainbows prisms
betwixt spray and effulgence.

Not all is glory,
speaks dead weighty branches
and withered flowers.

The duty of the clippers calls,
trimming the decay like a meticulous barber;
only cutting away the spit ends
so you will still impress butterflies.

[sylvanlightning]

Nature enfolds me,
like a prodigal child today.
I forget how I appear, lost in exhibition.

Spiders in mid-flight,
drifting like ballerinas,
catching the silken-threaded waves.

Dragonflies of illusion,
hovering multi-lensed,
announcing a glittering orgy of wings.

Hawk soaring a formidable ellipse,
wing-tips catching the copper glow,
full aware of my low whistles.

Wasp kneeling to drink,
from the oasis of feather purification,
so obviously thirsty like me.

These winged equalities,
examples of how to be,
all call for ascending.

Butterflies camouflaged as leaves,
fall flat with willful disguise;
then as phosphorescent glints, take off.

I smile knowing how easily
you penetrate me,
with your femininity.

[etherealeyez]

"Just this...
relaxing to the extremity of each feathers tip.
A presence of calm abiding
with awareness on each exhale."

This is meditation to me - a place at least I can only achieve through a few states at a few times in a few places - shows I have work to do yet but fun work at that. I read your words in this posting in their entirety and left wanting more. You have gentle and passionate way of expressing your self that I truly enjoy reading.

[sylvanlightning]

"Twelve orbits around the culdesac tree,"
spring circling grass; inter-growing roots,
she speaks before speeding off on her bicycle.

Copper heat waves simmer,
gentle winds trickle through the leaves,
before long she is ready for the park.

Upon reaching Salem Lake,
gravel parking in shaded space,
doors open anew.

Stepping into the embrace of the forest,
set around a seventeen acre lake,
onto shade fallen leaf patches
between vital light splendors.

Walking the track covered trail,
seeing bicycle, dog, human and horse prints,
Sylvianna says, "we should have brought the bicycle."

Something so mindless as strolling,
pointing out butterflies and grasshoppers,
breathing in; and sometimes you hold my hand.

Expressions flow like hand language enthusiasm,
pointing out boats on the lake and side trails,
silenced in awe and wonder until...

Change sets in, with time and distance,
the multiple ways of expressing a return,
I set a landmark and turn back; catching up.

Three horses with riders saunter by,
not even a slow gallop,
auburn coats glistening with shine.

Reaching the car we drive to the other side.
Expanse of water with wooden plank pier,
stretches beyond fishermen to woods.

Descending the hill to view the waterfall,
small streams overflowing the lake,
it is slow and gentle so we play in its dry spots.

Talk of picnics turn to lunch,
climbing the hill was slow going,
off to the market for mac-n-cheese
and potato pancakes.

[osiris]

"I'd almost rather be silent and smile,
for my words tend to bring confusion,
an already weary body from work seeks
no additional trials."

Regardless of our mystical dream-weavings, we must inevitably obey our own inertia. If we must speak, we speak. If to be silent, indeed, we are silent. And yet we can reconcile this futility with the fact that we choose to speak or remain silent. It is not one or the other way. It is both. Or it might be more proper to say: "It is one or the other way. It is both." Did I feel the dream you saw? Yes. I did. Did I reveal an oracle? Yes. I did. Did I regret that I beget so many monsters, in apparent iniquity, in the halls of antiquity?

Gravity takes us where it may - yet, we may equally Will to enjoy the ride.

[TundraLotus]

The poet artist,
true morning star of humanity,
ushering with full blooded word,
the Gaian nectar of the Other,
as the unknown unfolds from the horizon of darkness,
the light creates an eternal shadow for the ages,
you manifest creation in this world.

Sylvanlightning, I'm new to the forums but must say your words strike me in a way that reflect someone honed and weathered in their words at one with nature, piercing to the soul. Much appreciated, and much thanks!

[sylvanlightning]

The heart-ground is tilled,
with wounding closeness,
to be sown with moist kisses.

~~*

Visible Muse

Humble me,
with a single kiss,
annihilate me
in your embrace.

We gaze,
in each others eyes,
to find Universes.
Drifting cloud-wise.

*

[sylvanlightning]

Gaeas' cackling woke me up

We spoke last night of Lemurian scrolls,
expanding gigantic like stone monoliths;
Gold-eyed natives, with baskets of fruit,
travelers of dragon currents,
like ley-line surfers.

Pondering my energetic state,
buzzing like a live-wire,
'Hey what about Valerian tea?'
was spoken.

Yawning in shutdown distraction,
her toes sought to shoot lightning bolts
as heels sparked cotton covers,
like flint.

I woke up in the fourth dimension
and discovered I had no teeth.
'No teeth, no pizza.
What am I going to do?'

'That's alright,' she spoke,
'you won't have need to poop.'
Mortified, I knew she was right.
What shall we do without these routines.

Sparkling with hexen mirth,
I stir the mental cauldron anew
and wonder of the new poems...

Spilling transmogrifications phantasmagoric
as multi-hued crystalline gateways forking
infinite.

[sylvanlightning]

Tantric Monogamy

*

When I place my heart at your feet,
with mind sunk in oceanic awe,
your lotus opens.

Pledging to be true,
to the eternal moment;
casting my words, guileless.

My anima embraces my animus,
no codependency,
complete both within and without.

I can offer selfless love,
for all ego has burned
in the fire of kundalini.

I seek communion,
not consumption,
for you are priceless.

What is a one night fuck,
when you sacrifice your integrity,
just a common intensity.

I'll watch you grow,
from difference to diversity;
embracing you as universal.

Don't sell yourself short,
you are no less than everything,
ask equals to rise and meet you.

Will you be with me tomorrow
and the next day and the next,
or will you leave me barren and used.

*

[Court_lew_0216]

as i just got done reading all of ur work that's been posted i have no words to convey how deep your words touch me......... it takes me to another place just beyond our reality........ amazing................. just amazing

[sylvanlightning]

Soleil Noir
*

Oh sweet flying fairy
how long have you been
jumping in my heart

Forever, ever after, and now
in warm darkness
you glow with your heart-light

Remembering you
loving you
dancing smiles inside

Yes, its been since
my mother sent me away
so I could find my heart

Your beautiful fragile kiss
like a butterflies wings
beating, racing and flying

Across the expanses
like universes in the center
of this sacred space

I have always felt your love
and share it and share it
and give it to anyone

Sometimes I'll allow
this silence to fill me
and I shut up

I stupidly talk over you
and miss your precious words,
I realize and sink in tears....

torn asunder at my lack,
my lack of being small
like your diamond brilliance.

Thank you
Thank you...
silence.

[sylvanlightning]

Gryphon



All I feel
are these petrified feathers,
which no longer soar the winds.

I have been gravitating
to a draining vortex, of definitions,
stagnating my imagination

I receive lightning flahses,
of ethereal remembrance....
snowy mountain crags
elevated in turquoise expanses.

My ancient wings arrive,
beyond anthropocentric colorings
which contain non-euclidian glyphs,
binding in talons, star-sapphire questions.

These riddles, of readiness,
if not answered...
result in departing,
not in devouring.

My mind seeks...
to catch hold,
of this flying body of light,
but my grasping is elusive.

[sylvanlightning]

Would you like something to drink?
*

Take away the chessboard;
silence these existential talks,
on being and meaning,
and come sit closer.

Open your beautiful oceananic-heart,
to the moment.
Let us linger on expressions
and inflections.

How do you rest into yourself.
Are you tensing or relaxed?
Are you inner paths unblocked
and flowing with life?

We are the body,
imbued with a presence,
this surging intensity,
that longs to share.

So much is conveyed
in your smiling laughter;
gazing into the depths,
of your eyes,
thoughts are stilled.

Simple comforts,
like the ability to reveal,
without words;
dissolving in an embrace.

[sylvanlightning]

Arianna, Durga-tiger-butterfly & the red dress

*

I don't want too...
be on this river of no.

Please and thank you,
yes boy,
you make me happy...

Oh, come see my room.
Make sure and come,
when I am home.

I'll show you my toys.
We can smile together.

Thank you,
for the lock and the key.
Thank you,
for the popsicles.
Thats what I loved...

I just needed a special place,
a room of my own.
Where I can close the door,
so you won't see my pictures
before I give them to you.
... naked laughter ...

I love you,
boy-friend of my mommy,
cause you treat me
like a queen
and dress me up in smiles.

Thank you for loving my daddy.

Tell my mom,
thats its ok.

I'm a strong girl
and I love real hugs.
You only got one...
but thanks for the fairies
and the little bites of pepperoni-pizza.

I'm so full
and I dreamed of sand-castles;
my lock & key.

I saw the pier,
but slept thru the magical mountains...
piloted by lemurian banana-nana-giving.
I was those black-birds...
kissing my mommy, kisses.

You need to work harder, boy,
to please me;
color with me.

Thank you for healing her,
I want her to be happy.

You are not my one dad,
but come see my room, boy.

We share;
mommy shares, I share
and the boy shares.

Andi
Ann-deee,
thank you for lovin
my mommy.
I'm so happy zzzzzz....

Thanks for Spirit & 'A'nnabelle's Wish:
Wishes Can Come True.'
Oh yes, the Hephalumps,
with the blanket three-fold.

We share my butterfly blanket.
I kissed you, boy.

Thank you for the chips,
but I don't like them
cause I'm full of
bliss & ecstacy

[nirgal]

Arianna Square Pants
:):):)
Child sparkles..........

[fulmah]

Arianna leaves me with big bright smile... the vibe coming off that piece is incredible... those innocent lines strung here and there really lift this one up... man oh man... loved this one, sylvan!

I'm a strong girl
and I love real hugs.
You only got one...
but thanks for the fairies
and the little bites of pepperoni-pizza.
that's just so perfect :)

[sylvanlightning]

Malta

The power of shamelessness,
bare-breasted natural authority,
standing at the temple entrance.

This fertile magical Lady,
not understanding the word Whore,
gazes solemnly as you arrive.

She cares not to stroke your role;
you either submit, as a child,
or are considered a blight.

Enter these spiral gates by force...
to find a host of serpents
agitated by your hyper desires.

Hunting is a scared art,
not teasingly immature adrenaline rushes,
you wash your face in our blood.

Repression is a social disease
resulting from antibiotic laws and letters.
What has our civilization cost?

She begins to dig anew.
Her skin is, not just a place for rigormortis,
but a Hypogeum for prophetic dreams.

Outside, owls roosting
in a gnarled pomegranate tree
are draped with cloaks of rusted moonlight.

[sylvanlightning]

Still, without purpose,
seeking the aimless goal,
I abide.

Tired of the flipped pages,
the editing and erasing,
I rest here within.

The nectar, I offered to myself,
has been received;
the glass is almost empty.

Why seek to refill endless rounds?
Meaningless is the continuance,
a shard of some forgotten evening.

My embrace hold the white page
and closes its eyes;
the keys begin to slowly click.

Full of memories,
of duty and dreams,
shall they grow idly grounded.

Does it matter to them,
that I remember at all,
the potential once felt resounding.

[sylvanlightning]

I gasp, embraced in symphonic
cricket weavings,
their message the blending winds.

Cool zephyrs layering
the rising swirl of unseen arms;
enrapturing swells murmur.

This pulsing darkness
feeling its way around and inside;
beneath my feet the turbine vibrates.

Our heartbeats drumming
the animal dreams phantasmagoric;
purifying rush of waterfall gales.

So close my sister hurricane
spinning her newness, like the nile,
backwards and upwards to here.

I do not await
what has already begun
to arrive.

Soon your sweet rains
will fall on the lake;
an open vision welcoming.

[Hippievixen]

I gasp, embraced in symphonic
cricket weavings,
their message the blending winds.

Cool zephyrs layering
the rising swirl of unseen arms;
enrapturing swells murmur.

This pulsing darkness
feeling its way around and inside;
beneath my feet the turbine vibrates.

Our heartbeats drumming
the animal dreams phantasmagoric;
purifying rush of waterfall gales.

so powerful! i always feel so inspired after reading your amazing work, sylvan :)

[sylvanlightning]

Exhaling meaning in puffy clouds,
my thoughts escape heavenward,
as sacraments.

After robust coffee,
a liquid breakfast continues,
I savor a dwindling pint.

Lounging in loose-fitting garments,
my limbs sprawl,
soft and draped in yumminess.

Eager, for hours of relaxation,
to lighten up my enlightenment;
my heavy mind drowns heartfelt.

Passions enflamed,
by the white purity of simplicity,
I smile.

Inclusive longings for everything
make me feels so fickle,
as tingling skin kisses the afternoon.

[steffan]

that one seems to say alot, like that aloneness thing might have to barrow that concept

[SurfhipE]

sylvan, your words fill me with indescrible passion..you are amazing, truly talented

[fulmah]

Exhaling meaning in puffy clouds,
my thoughts escape heavenward,
as sacraments.

After robust coffee,
a liquid breakfast continues,
I savor a dwindling pint.

Lounging in loose-fitting garments,
my limbs sprawl,
soft and draped in yumminess.

Eager, for hours of relaxation,
to lighten up my enlightenment;
my heavy mind drowns heartfelt.

Passions enflamed,
by the white purity of simplicity,
I smile.

Inclusive longings for everything
make me feels so fickle,
as tingling skin kisses the afternoon.
mmm, that's yummy.... hope you've tried the new beers they just legalized here! I highly recommend Chamay... those belgian monks sure can brew :)

[skyfire]

the imagry expressed in your poetry is amazing...i loved every second of it...

[sylvanlightning]

Plankton

In these depths,
where neither surface waves
nor bottom sand
can be sensed,
one floats,
as a drop, unable to distinguish
anything but the vibration
of whale-song.

[KittenX]

Awaiting, Pure dionysian breakfast & Co-creative love were my favorites. They've sent my mind into other dimensions, well delivered.

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you, I know I have not been pouring our the same quantity of new
material as of late... the dimensions are there to paint, yet I also tend
to wander in the horizons and will see what I can do about recording new visions.

[sylvanlightning]

Opening to all possibilities,
this environmental heart mixes.
We receive, to balance giving.

Shedding away,
husk flurry of leaves,
falling as brittle hairs.

Simple purification,
finding more in less,
as death-composting release.

Allow the seed of sensual feathers
to sprout from the emptiness,
in these changing seasonal vortices.

Renewal comes hither,
like really feeling
a lovers kiss.

What is to come
is always a surprise,
drop expectations and embrace.

[sylvanlightning]

Consciousness manifesting


The language of spirit is that suchness,
the limitless clear field of elixir,
which abiding in the silences
unifies with motionless being....
beyond the waves of action.

Yet, we return
to the beautiful swirling chaos
to live and love;
being that changing passion
of experience.

*

[fulmah]

The language of spirit is that suchness,
the limitless clear field of elixir,
which abiding in the silences
unifies with motionless being....
beyond the waves of action.
such eloquence... this stanza hits home, the language of spirit, indeed... :)

[sylvanlightning]

Simply waking


Swirling silver mist rises,
from the mirrored lake,
in the cold tranquil air;
our breath coils like dragons.

All is stillness,
as dreams settle
into the breaking dawn.
The violet hue spills forth.

My healing daughter
basks in the comforters warmth,
as a hot cup of coffee
merges with my passionate blood.

So much potential,
on the event horizon,
and I wait for the shifting tides
to gather into a irresistible momentum.

[sylvanlightning]

Past Midnight


In ivy-drenched appreciation
she fell sky-ward,
offering her shroud of stillness
for a cascade of luna moth kisses.
I, for one, lapped inward
as trembling nuances
echoed magnetic.
Slammed mindless,
yet velvet free-flowing,
caressing like ripe bursting
of pomegranate dream rivers
onto my porous taste-buds.
Aching arching shifting,
comforter of fragments,
as a vulnerable opening
to undulating lake ripples.
Shuddering as release,
in tear stream rebirthings,
we rest snuggled
in cuddled snake-coils;
Moon swallowing Sun.

*

[sylvanlightning]

such eloquence... this stanza hits home, the language of spirit, indeed... :)

Thank you fulmah, I always appriciate your feedback.

[osiris]

Were it that I could. But I am merely a sign that reads: "This Way"

(and yet, no direction is indicated)

[alex714]

we've got a wordsworth here.

[sylvanlightning]

Don't try to take care of what needs to find its own way

Why do you worry when the birds don't eat your blueberries?
See the bacteria being fed behind your intention.
Appreciate those who carry off in silence.
Me telling you that sparrows enjoy sunflower seeds & grains
denies you the chance of observing them directly.
Study me closely like a farmer expecting ... within a week.

When you look into Nature, Nature looks into you.
You see this bog with frogs and logs... don't devalue me.
Come to me with kneeling thirsty lapping from my clear springs.
Know that I will always love you... What do you need?
I am this cradling maternal shadow.
I feel invisible, for you always seek the obvious.

Don't expect tickling everyday in the ferns.
Find my gifts of fertile abundance in your blind spots.
Play with me... lets escape this concrete jungle for a minute.
What are you giving?
Do you really thank or listen to your fellow creatures?
I sense high isolation draped in bitter comfort.

An Oracle of self, not devolved to a comfortable price, may keep you busy.
Will hiding behind rouge and garters help?
How about accenting your skin with a dress of flowers?
Come golden child lets walk holding hands.
Red threaded one let me kiss your forehead.
Just having fun and its All Good.

[skyfire]

you are amazing...

[sylvanlightning]

Touched

Embracing you with pure light,
the strength of my desire
swirling like electricity about you.

Lingering, my lips just out of reach,
gazing into the deep blue fire
of your eyes.

Seeing your mouth slightly part
as you exhale me,
and wishing to connect...

like wet rose petals,
folds of softness
caressing each other.

Where there is love
you will find hope,
softly glowing, as its heart.

[TrippinBTM]

Don't expect tickling everyday in the ferns.
Find my gifts of fertile abundance in your blind spots.

Man, that poem was great ("don't try to take care of what needs to find its own way"), i really liked those lines I quoted

[sylvanlightning]

Yellow fading to orange
announces a deep violet glow,
above the tree-line;

darkening shades of blue arrive,
as the shadows swirl,

clearing solar intensity,
in preperation,
for soft silvery moonlight.

[fulmah]

excellent vibe to this one! it feels cyclical, yet the energy doesn't change with the imagery... lovely :)

[AshtonsMom]

Touched

Embracing you with pure light,
the strength of my desire
swirling like electricity about you.

Lingering, my lips just out of reach,
gazing into the deep blue fire
of your eyes.

Seeing your mouth slightly part
as you exhale me,
and wishing to connect...

like wet rose petals,
folds of softness
caressing each other.

Where there is love
you will find hope,
softly glowing, as its heart.

Simply beautiful I think. It conveys the expectancy of love, and the innocence. Well written indeed.

[standingdeer]

Bingo bango bro, your poems are well done, I enjoy there mystery.

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you AshtonsMom & standingdeer for your kind comments.
'Touched' was part of an email to Marie.
Fulmah, I'm glad you liked 'Sunset.'

[freefall]

Beautiful.

[sylvanlightning]

*


Softly spoken spells
splinter sunder-shrouded sunrise;
shifting sands spark
surrendered self solace....
such saffron silence,
says Sananda surprised.

Suddenly silver sprays,
scintillate sub-surface,
suggesting saraswati swans
swimming stealthily.
Snow sails skyward;
spiraling stratum speak.

Shofars sounding,
solemn synagogue setting,
summons Solomons' Shekinah...
such sacred Sabbaths.
She shrugs splendiferously;
so small, sometimes stupid species.

Selah...
sultans salaam,
seizing spectral scepters;
stone sepulchers,
spit secret sapphires,
set splendidly spherical.

Saladin surfaces,
striking seven scratches,
scorching sunblasted signs;
shuttering servants
shake shackles,
someone starts sprinting.

Selenes' shells
shine seacrested,
swirling succor
sweetens swiftly;
stationarily stride
slow slippery swells.


*

[sylvanlightning]

Smoking Angel

Smoking angel,
draped in transparency,
what answers do you find
in your coffee grounds?

Can you manifest eternity,
from these half-life moments
of compromise,
or breathe hope
into my all too human
sufferings.

My friend and guide,
star in the obsidian night,
how does thy voice
balm my vexing mind so...

What divine accord
do you call your home...
oh clarion-call bringer,
from some
swiftly approaching now.

Please exorcise,
these doubts,
with your medicinal smoke.

Your seraphanite skin glows,
like a web of jewels,
set against
the banal preoccupation
of my financial occupations.

Whisper once more,
of co-creation
and the dawn of splendor,
that my hours be lightened
with timeless bliss.

Teach me inner stillness,
the power of grace,
which rises
like a white hawk...
soaring with precision,
in the landscape
of awareness.

Come to me,
with unfolding petals,
that my tensions
may melt as surrender.

Ask of me everything,
that my lethargy give way
to the fire lit under me.

Transmute this blood,
into streams of quickening,
that I may rise
above the inertia
of despondency,
into the azure heavens
within me.

Make me
a sharpened sword,
of discernment,
that I might cut
the karmic ties...
all the bonds,
of self defeating
attraction.

Show me how to love
as the Universe loves,
so each creature
will receive radiant equality
from my simple presence.

[sylvanlightning]

Call to rise


Awakened to shards,
these silent splinters
drip with the ashen agony
of a long crippled sleepwalk.

Battered and beaten,
the heart softly glows
with hopeful embers
of newly gathered virtues.

My love, my child,
echoes the call,
it is time to arise;
accept the mantle of duty.

For the Greatest Work is that
of actualizing the eternal essence;
we were all surrendered
to the great initialization of birth.

Open in humble majesty,
child of the ethereal vistas,
take your rightful place
in the secret heart.

For it has been said that
'the mind and the body are famous
for holding the heart ransom,'
and you are the new torch-bearer.

As I awoke,
to the unity of All That Is,
my depression turned to dharmic anger,
what you would call divine cause.

No longer conditioned,
by the justice standard of men,
my friends now speak
with multi-species tongues.

Each star caresses me,
with fond remembrance,
as insects and plants whisper
priceless secret medicines...

a balm of interlaced vulnerabilities
fragile continuum of light bodies
changing free-flow in energetic eddies,
my since of I dissolves into limitlessness.

Thus I marveled in awe
at the darkened intelligence
grasping the land with ignorance,
the suffocation of controlling debts.

Tears stream down my cheeks
as I see holy gardeners lost,
in the mindless amusements
and illusionary material pursuits.

A residue from the age of darkness
still clinging like pre-programed routines
clanking on in slumbering awkwardness;
I shout in urgent compassion... into void.

Please come play,
for all the doors are open.
Let us dream together
a waking dream of remembrance.

As opalescent clouds,
of luminescent clarity,
a new combination is tried
to unlock the same old chains.

We are unbounded light,
with wings of imagination,
gifted with the freedom
of shape-shifting passions.

[sylvanlightning]

Neurokindler

An aloof cryptographer,
nexus point braille reader
of neuron labyrinths,
sends out optical fibers
to sense within memory.

Outside the vectors,
of logic gate impressions
hyper-linked in magnetic domains,
a sight of hazel keys
releases these mahogany locks.

The heart has been too long ensnared
in a mental tower of solitude,
within this ivory scholasticism.
Look for the soft pink aureole,
reminds the auricle.

Foreshadowing melts
this blight of hoarfrost,
as the rejuvenating breath
of a glowing lover
disables all defenses.

Molten streams escape eyelashes
as she begins her fire dance,
searing through layers of black ice,
the dragon of conceptual treasures writhes
trying to protect guarded feelings.

Before turning up the heat she dons
brazen armor of leather and copper-scale.
An ambidextrous light-show ensues
as she whirls her fire-dipped poi chains,
limitlessly purifying the inner currents.

[sylvanlightning]

Show me



Flowery metaphysics
are not a turn-on,
in fact I find it
excessively mental.

If you wish,
to impress me,
live what you believe
with a passion beyond logic.

If you want to
really love me,
and not just talk,
kiss me like the sun.

My heart is filled
with slow burning
reality pictures,
not mental gymnastics.

You embrace, with patience,
each trial of clothes and dishes;
stroking the embers,
building to a midnight embrace.

You reveal your strength,
with each kind word,
in our daughters dark nights;
the soul is fed by gentleness.

My love, just be yourself
with passionate intensity;
transmute the mundane;
make each moment sacred.

Love me beyond,
the barriers of rightness,
intoxicate me with immediacy,
kiss me with consistency.

Show me,
without neediness,
like a throbbing pillar
showering welcoming reticence.

[VanAstral]

very nice!!

[TrippinBTM]

Found myself nodding as I read it. Good one man!

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you both, I'm glad you liked it.

I went ahead and merged 'Show Me'
into the 'White Crow' collection.

Mariecstasy recommended I move it back
from 'Willow Cove,' in the personal forums.

[White Scorpion]

I don't often read poetry, but these poems are exceptional. You are someone who nurtures words. They are all very inspirational. I'm hookedhttp://www.hipforums.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you for the positive vibes.

[sylvanlightning]

These tender moments,
resting in pools of stillness.

Allowing rejuvenating waters
to wash over us.

Basking in long melting baths,
perfumed by lovely scents.

A fresh towel,
to wrap around our fragile form,
hangs loose...
relaxed and motionless,
from the towel-rod.

All movement seeks to dissolve,
like the winds;

starting as a fierce flurry,
our inner-storms discharge.

Oh, these engaging moments,
where the change of life
looms serious and menacing...

changing to a sweet channel of delight,
where our actions are playfully chosen,
with peace and clarity.

Enjoying a bit of dessert,
not from the calorie-counting mind,
in tune to a happy heart rhythm;

a bit of modern communion.

The crickets celebrate,
with joyous anticipation,
the impending rains;

flowing on spiral arms, cloud-draped.

These silences return.

Vast energetic presences soar streaming,
serpentine, like astral ley-line dragons.
Catching a wave from the turbulent surf;

remaining upright as a sailing star,
on a board of conscious intention.

We are guided,
by the compass of our hearts,
through these ancient waters
of light and sound.

A texture of consciousness,
interwoven through luminous forms....

a concept describing a bundle of energy;

we see these circles and squares of texture.

Feeling a meaning,
looking for an aware energetic signature
to start transmitting streams of love-language.

A touching of concepts,
with Honor interweaving Imagination;

Creation interpenetrating Communication.

I digress as an observer,
beyond form,
into the living light streams.

Seeing the essence,
behind the changing mask of intention,
how do we love the essence behind the words.

Trusting our feelings,
is sometimes questioned,
ones direct experience is misguided
by mind-state static;
remove the doubts,
with the harmony of spiritual-vision.

One must pick a way,
and know ones secret name.

This name of energy.

Who am I?

I am thou.

We love these textures of:
fire and water,
earth and air,
metal and mineral,
plant and tree,
sun and moon
as aspects of ourselves,
interconnected.

Each a reflection,
of our dreaming environment,
we as observers
dream in environments.

Setting an intention,
is like focusing a microscope,
to narrow the field of focus
to a given area;

this creates details...
which your friend the mind,
can then start sorting;

or you can simply open the heart
and blend with the essence.

When one consciously interacts with another,
the breath can be circulated.

Energy may be exchanged,
positive loving attention yields growth
and abundance for all included.

We need to learn how to truly give,
circulating the breath-essence,
with love and sincerity.

Overflowing with the nuances,
of eyes and hands;

smiling lips and kind words,
a healing hug and offering
of hospitality are all it takes.

Would you like something to drink?

Not all who ramble are lost in yada.

Hey, I dub myself a fool of the holy yada.

Shanti and Bright Blessings

[fulmah]

I really, really enjoyed this one... it's a total package that really captures, imo, how long (or complex?) a moment can be... there's no bottom to the depths the details go, no universal truth that can't be explored :)

Setting an intention,
is like focusing a microscope,
to narrow the field of focus
to a given area;

this creates details...
which your friend the mind,
can then start sorting;

or you can simply open the heart
and blend with the essence.

When one consciously interacts with another,
the breath can be circulated.
what a spiraling essense you've created here... I really liked the bath imagery but this part just sings to me... thanks for sharing this one, I've immensely loved

[sylvanlightning]

Wow, fulmah, thank you for your intense comments...
I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[sylvanlightning]

Newfound expansive dragon currents,
careening to a protected bliss vibe,
bolster the growth of Fibonacci subtleties.

My heart Lady listens,
to the challenging nitrous tones,
questioning indecision with complementarity.

So flux and few between,
these head-resting movie moments,
betwixt 'Land before time'
and the present moment.

The Fool laughs 001,
as supernovas exploding,
like language expositions.

And thus,
it begins as it always was,
perfect, anew.

AUM, Amen.

[BlackGuardXIII]

It love this poem too... but it was not first presented by me. I wish I could name who gifted the world with this... It is hanging on my kitchen wall next the the fractal calendar and clock :) My work is now grouped under Radiant Center as you suggested. Peace and love to you.

That poem says a lot to me. It agrees with me. Thanks.
Marianne Williamson, "God exists in eternity, and the only place time meets eternity is in the present. Therefore, the only time that exists is the present."

[George]

How True

[GirlInTheGreenGrass]

So motivating, and awakening. Thank you for sharing this.
peace&<3

[Imagine17]

Excellent poem, I actually had missed this scanning through the poetry forum..glad I came across it. I was hooked after the first few lines. Skillful writing, thanks for sharing.

[Henry151]

I sat here thinking about the deep meaning in that poem for a couple minutes before I could write a response... Amazing writing, very touching, true.

[TheLizardKingMike]

That was great. Are you a Richard Alpert/Baba Ram Dass fan? Because it sounds like you've read Be Here Now. I felt it all strongly. I'm into the whole eternal present thing as well. You keep writing the good stuff, okay?

[sylvanlightning]

Yes, I very much enjoyed 'Be Here Now' & 'The Power of Now.'

This human existence is the mystery of experience.

My T'ai C'hi teacher, once said: "The old taoists felt we were becoming HU-man, the word HU being one of the oldest names for the Divine Light & Sound. Being fully Human is becoming a mind of light."

[sylvanlightning]

That poem says a lot to me. It agrees with me. Thanks.
Marianne Williamson, "God exists in eternity, and the only place time meets eternity is in the present. Therefore, the only time that exists is the present."

After a year and a half, a response arises...
here is another poem, that overflows my heart.

A nest of mysteries for a talented fool. :)

[sylvanlightning]

HEART SONG Of THE GODDESS

by Ra Elohim Om Remez

I AM LOVE, I AM LOVE, MY NAME IS LOVE
I Am the Rainbow Bridge between Heaven and Earth,
The stars, the planets, the sun and moon
Here I Am, Lord
The crystal effulgence of your breath, floating Light
The Ocean of Being , Paradise Child,
On New Earth, the Ark of the Covenant,
The vow between Source and Soul
To remember being the Bliss of Creation,
Savoring each moment, tasting moist breath,
Tree of Life Where the Bird Tribes nest
Goddess Eternal Within The Body, I Am
Goddess Eternal Within My Body, I Am
Innocent, Holy, Divine, and Free
It is safe now to remember Who I Am
It is bliss now to remember Who I Am
Wonderful, magical, miraculous, and wild
I Am Divine Mother's holy perfect Child!

Everywhere in the Universe I am connected to Life,
All beauty that breathes and quivers to the pulse of creation.
I feel my heart beat and I feel my heart beat.
In this pulse of infinite creation,
This vulnerable, voluptuous Goddess part of me,
My earthenware heart, the jewel of Creation,
With labyrinthine chambers and firelight dust.
I give thanks for my heart, I give thanks for my heart.
I embrace in my heart the peace of Creator
That glows like emeralds amidst blushing red.
Through my heart, the Heart of Great Spirit,
The Song of Creation, passionate Love Light, arises
Streaming through my body a radiant Christ.
My whole body pulses with the heartbeat of Creation,
This much love like drunken wine.

And gently I become aware of color in my throne,
Red, my blood, my sacred ruby red blood
Which floods my palace like whirling lava.
I Am engorged with love, fluid ecstasy.
The flamboyant molten succulence of red,
Life revealed in its juicy raw richness,
Glistening, bubbling, alive and flowing,
Like a river of life through the dust of Earth,
This flesh which is tender, mortal, and soft.
I feel the blood flow from my compassionate heart
Through my whole body temple which receives the gift.
And I see the genius of Creator's design,
Divine male and female sculpted within my starry orb.
My blood streams through coves and gardens of flesh,
Billowing, ripening life with rhapsodic pressure.
My flesh receives what it hungers for,
Grateful, opening wide to be caressed,
Merging and sighing in the torrent of union.

My first experience of Divine Masculine and Feminine,
Even before the experience of my own sweet gender,
Is this pounding climax in each heartbeat of blood
Rushing to meet the tissues of my very own flesh,
Flesh rushing to meet the tissues of my very own blood,
Meeting, commingling, and deciphering codes
At a cellular level, the primal signature of Passion.
Red strength beating sound on walls of white light tissue,
Love erupting through my body tunnels and gates
Initiating atomic impulses, messengers of Creation.
The Song of Life is in my body! Singing Red!
Giving and receiving at all levels of being
Through my blood carrying sweetest nourishment
To that which sings and cries out to be nourished,
The Womb of me, the receiver in every cell
That knows its job is to call out for Love.
Feed me. Fill me. Nourish me with the fluid of Life
So I can do my job and carry on the bliss of Being!

Brave little cells! How holy! Holy erotic!
How God designed me to hold male and female within,
To partner myself in this liquid matrix of pleasure,
My own flesh and blood throbbing with life!
I give thanks O Mother Father God for such excitement,
For what appears to be in silence,
This beautiful holy tissue of Light
Is a throbbing whirlpool of life in action,
Mating, whirling, noisy, cacophonous,
Life manifesting all in a single holy heartbeat.
Which is me, being simply Goddess me
In a moment of self-awareness, feasting on life force
Expanding, contracting, expanding, contracting
Like planets in the heavens waiting to be born.
How amazing! This act of Goddess breathing, heart beating,
Red blood like shooting stars coursing
Through the heavens of my earthly body temple!
How splendid is this rooting of self-awareness!
Glorious breath! Glorious heart! Glorious blood! Glorious Red!
Glorious erotic, voluptuous Goddess rooted in me
Passionately breathing, passionately life embracing,
Living tissues, passionately awake!!!

HALLELUJAH! I AM THAT I AM!
I AM LOVE, I AM LOVE, MY NAME IS LOVE
I Am the Rainbow Bridge between Heaven and Earth
Here I am, Lord, sacred reflection of You
The Heart of Divine Mother Goddess passionately awake
Ready to create new worlds of ecstatic beauty
I come from the Heart of the Cosmos singing Light
My joy is infinite, I have no beginning and no end
New power spins me, I Am All That Has Ever Been And Will Be
Roaring like a child woman jaguar goddess
To bring golden solar light to ignite the world.
I Am living tissue of wild dappled unstrained Peace
A humming of the lotus in Brahmaland.
Om Divine Sophia, Shakti, Shekinah!
Quan Yin, Mary, Hathor, Tara, Isis, Om !
O beloved Great Mothers of my soul
May the Goddess of Mercy be revealed within me.
With Your Love, I hold Center, God's will and perfect design
I Am The Womb Of God Mothering All Life!

May kindness and innocence reign again on New Earth
As She once was the abode of gentle giants of light
May Gaia again be a Paradise found
May New Bethlehem be aroused and awakened within all
Our skins a Grail Cup for liquid Christ Light within,
Our hearts beating as one consecration,
The emerald soil of Eden in which the lotus of Self grows
in the lush fertile gardens of New Jerusalem.Hosanna!
O Mother pour down the blessings of Light
That all may remember their divine origins
Beyond form and name and substance!
Hear my prayer that the Garden of Earth be uplifted
That All Life be restored to its original beauty,
That we may remember we are all divine,
Immaculate in holiness, as the rose without thorns
Blushing to allow Your wildest pleasure to birth
Through our loving You, a cosmic universe of radiant nectar,
Our hollow crystal bones the angelic nest You call Home.

Ra Elohim Om Remez is a sacred sound and intuitive energy healer, certified LaHo-Chi Practitioner, visionary artist, poet, and channel for the Elohim, the Hathors, the Archangelic Realms, and Divine Mother, her lifelong teacher. After ecstatic experiences in Mount Kailash, Tibet, Peru, and Egypt, she now leads pilgrimages to her spiritual home, Zion, Utah, which carries the vibrations of Heaven on Earth. For private sessions, chanting ceremonies, classes, paintings, and sacred journey information, contact Ra El by e-mail omrael@aol.com.

http://www.wingmakers.com/reproductions/chamber13prints.html

[Lozi]

wow sylvan youre amazingly talented! love this piece :)

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you, I love her writing as well. :)

[fulmah]

Loved both these pieces, sylvan (especially the first)! Wish I had more time to comment... but business is booming, as they say...

[saffronfrancisburnet]

yes why do humans hold back

when they see pain all around in this world and beyond
and have the reasons to stand and make the change
for themselves and others.....


lovenpeace from saff lovely picture of questioning and reasons.......


be whole ...

[sylvanlightning]

Fear holds back, fear that something worse will happen... if we try.

Love sets us free, love of flying deep within ourselves and sharing from the heart.

Be whole, indeed, allow your love to teach remaining fears...
that all may be mended and at peace with their own beauty.

[Ganja_Goo_Ninja]

That was a beautiful little journey :) Thanks for sharing, Sylvan. Getting so much imagery into so few lines like that is nothing short of magic.

[sylvanlightning]

Lonely like at lake at two,
sighing with intoxicated bliss,
awaiting the embrace of mist.

Curling like an exhausted horizon,
stretched beneath a blanket of dreams,
hoping for a lovers awakening.

All is solitude,
completion of untouched expanses,
drifting like responsive fairies.



*

[fulmah]

this one's a gem, sylvan... simple, concise, elegant, with a magical quality to it that lifted me up. Enjoyed this one mucho, thx for sharing it! :)

[sylvanlightning]

Detox your temple,
for your beloved awaits you...
being.

Undependently co-responsible,
we dance outside the lines
with mindless play.

Honoring manifestation,
feet on the earth,
grateful for time to change.

Honoring awareness,
head in the cosmos,
blissfully infinite and fearless.

And honoring the balance,
of active and passive energies,
within you in sacred union.

Know yourself,
be love,
and ripple...

[GirlInTheGreenGrass]

I was captivated by the whole poem. It was tempting and directive.

"Know yourself,
be love,
and ripple."
Put exactly into words. "and ripple...":)
Thank you.

[sylvanlightning]

I'm glad this poem spoke to you;
naked as it is without texture,
imagery or sensual fluctuations.

Thank you for reading, responding and rippling... :)

[sylvanlightning]

Boa of plumes,
feathered serpent of ivory white,
pouring snowflakes like downy raindrops.

Kisses like sandalwood,
merging without touching,
quavering reception of softness.

Yes, my energy is back.
I'm not surprised that you knew;
rippling like star-quakes.

Oh my, these fractal responsibilities,
day-tripping the cloud-lit horizon,
awaiting the merging of universes.

Our unity is undeniable,
regardless of saying goodnight...
or goodbye.

You know how your pulsing emissions
touch these sacred moments,
releasing me from the meantime.

Come my Lady,
embrace the Now with me,
again; forever new.

The blue moon periods,
are but a gathering,
a centering within divinity.

Let the comforter drape,
over us like shelter,
as winter slithers into spring.

[sylvanlightning]

Sensual Breakfast


Awakening to silver glows,
mist-lit like a hundred moons,
swirling vapors hug each tree.

Aviary echoing of birdsong
bathes cavernous ear-tunnels;
tones of a harmonious multitude.

Were are unbounded senses,
expansively filling landscapes,
unfurled beyond the concept of self.

This Self of us,
interconnected and immanent,
ripples out beyond a finite body.

All One, un-lonely, breathing;
pulsing together our tones;
creating a rich and melodic current.

[fulmah]

Two beautiful pieces, sylvan... your writing is so fresh, as in it feels like it's written while it's happening... I liked the second a little more, it pulls a few more vivid images... thanks for sharing these

[sylvanlightning]

Two beautiful pieces, sylvan... your writing is so fresh, as in it feels like it's written while it's happening... I liked the second a little more, it pulls a few more vivid images... thanks for sharing these

My pleasure, thank you for responding. Yes, just wrote these yesterday...
a wonderful feeling to just let what is seen and felt flow into poetry.
Glad you enjoyed them.

[DoyalConQueso]

You've got a wealth of work here, I'm going to need to appreciate. Jumping around I see you are very skilled at the craft but more importantly write from your spirit, for the advancement of your spirit and also the advancement of our spirit. Very quote so far:
"Oh my, these fractal responsibilities,
day-tripping the cloud-lit horizon,
awaiting the merging of universes."
Brilliant, I'm off to ponder my fractal responsibilities, I'll give your library here the time it deserves at a later date. I'm sure it'll keep growing so I best catch up.

Peace and Praise

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you for sharing your love,
Bright Blessings ~~*

[sylvanlightning]

Goddess on a work break


The softness of my jacket cushions,
beneath your knees,
as your calves rest on my back;
toes feeling warm clothing,
as they clench and release.

Your heady aroma swirls about me,
pulling me like magnetic musk,
coaxing me to surrender to the moisture,
already slowly forming in slick droplets,
on your swelling lips.

*Presses calves harder into your back,
as I lower into the beautiful harmony
of your tongue and my lips;
they sing together of the love,
that we share....*

Lingering, entranced by warmth
emanating from your genitals.
I close my eyes thinking of how
to describe the nectar of your secretions.

Then, with dissolved mind,
begin kissing your thighs and pelvic mound;
wanting to start on the perimeter,
so as to awaken ecstatic responses.

Painting, your skin with my tongue,
I begin to trace poetic pictures,
of indescribable feelings,
in the language of bliss and honoring.

Your honeyed moisture envelopes me,
as I drown with gratitude in your fullness,
kissing each recess with nurturing passion...
until your hands reach down for my hair.

*Pressing your head into me,
eyes closed and head thrown back,
I too, dissolve into the poetic offerings.
Slowly rising, out of this human condition,
souls exit to become one another.*

[sylvanlightning]

Blanket of teal
*

What child is this,
cloaked in gentle blue bliss,
amidst possible dreams
half uncovered and still.

A breath, so soft,
petals in silver waves
across the moonlit way,
as inconvenience mummers lowly.

Rage across hindsight years,
ravages of a painful birth,
offers wake to aborted futures...
yet still there may be a way.

Unexpected as abated illness,
while fevered moments loom large,
gives way to radiant vibrancy.
Who is to know of tomorrow.

One can but hope,
living with breast aflame,
and sing new lullabies
to paint vacant spaces.

[sylvanlightning]

A visitor
*

Hip hoppity, crispy night air,
with a slinky square slithering
up to the bird-bath basin.

Grizzled angularity,
of possumness bristling,
lapping languid.

Oblique i, the frozen immediacy,
stare left-eyed in cocked chinlikeness;
Shambling moonlight coats matted.

Breathless moment,
merging like water,
before the neighbors disturb us.

Scurrying as instinct predilection,
back into the bushes,
separating city and perimeter.

[veloveevolve]

this poem rolls around on the tongue deliciously. i read it alound and the words danced from my mouth. wonderful work!

[sylvanlightning]

Sphere of Love
*

We are sovereign beings.

Each of us invites in fears, demons & misfortunes,
as well as manifesting love, angels & abundance.

Not even dualistic, this yes or no is generally maybe,
like a thousand shades of grey;
brighter still, a million hues of color.

Do we still get stuck,
in feeling we are one pole or the other,
when there are a billion points
on the surface of a sphere.

Visualize your bliss,
spend each second as if it were your last,
love in the moment as if you were giving everything
and co-create with divine equals,
otherwise known as true friends.

[osiris]

*

[trekker]

I really like your poem sylvan. It is really nice. I guess you just have to not let the demons in, and just radiate goodness and love. I totally agree with the message in your words. When you say manafest love and angels I feel a sense of union with your soul.

[VanAstral]

to a friend
who said grey
is not a colour:
a hug, you sorry
sorry bastard!

[sylvanlightning]

Response of continuance


Grey wishes of grateful humanity,
the union of manifold souls,
harmonizing in a spiral of sound...

Ascending chorus of creative interweaving,
yes my friend we are all stars;
as for being a master...

in equality our signature is
simple and unique,
an energetic seal.

[sylvanlightning]

Fleeting


Part of the beauty
of a flower,
is that it fades.

A breathtaking view,
from a mountaintop,
lies in its remoteness.

Subtle Spring breezes,
will not remain in Summer;
everything spirals, anew.

The power of a moment
is found in unique presence;
what is... will not be found again.

[nimh]

::happy sigh::

:)

[TrippinBTM]

::happy sigh::

:)
Indeed. :)

[fulmah]

Lovely thoughts in this, worded elegantly. I've been in a similar zone as of late, so this one was especially enjoyed!

[osiris]

Bolts of Thunder strike the ground,
As fleeting as their booming sound.
Yet for miles about are they heard;
Transmute the ash into the Word.

Life is so beautifully, incomprehensibly absurd.

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[sylvanlightning]

Thank you all :)

[trekker]

Is it a series of Haiku, or one continuous poem in parts? I love the way you say so much with so few words. It's like you put the greatest truth down on paper succintly.

[sylvanlightning]

A shared moment in time,
one continuous poem,
a single frame.

I'll connect it. :)

[urban_flower]

WOW :D SLylvanlightning..Your poems are beautiful. I enjoy them a lot. Keep on.

Me

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you for the good vibes. :)

[sylvanlightning]

Oceanic currents


As breath moves,
over the waters of life,
consciousness is inspired.

In the sunlit zone
rays of light play,
like jumping dolphins
refracted between salt crystals.

In this most active layer
lucid presence teems,
shining beyond sub-twilight;
multiplicity gyres.

As the many submerge,
into the deep sea,
diversity settles
forgetting itself.

Wrapped in a cloak,
of inky cold darkness,
remaining eels of thought
become void.

Exhalation stills,
on the minds floor,
as i let go.

[mariecstasy]

prismatic essence;)

[stalk]

There is a beautiful stillness,
expansive as a mirrored surface,
in the moon-draped surroundings.

A sycamore fans its limbs,
branching crystalline,
encased in ice.

Like time-lapsed stars,
we are diamond-lit,
awaiting the dawn.

The night spills forth slowly,
seconds measured in vapors,
as an occasional bird awakens to speak.

just beautiful.

[sylvanlightning]

Deep,
in the secret heart...

a flower smiles,
with radiant faith,
manifesting golden dreams.

[TrippinBTM]

Man, Ocean Currents blew my mind. What a poet you are, sylvan. :)

[sylvanlightning]

Thank you, Trippin... I had alot of fun with that one. :)

[Biida]

Oh how I admire you! And I'm so thankful for sharing your wonderous works. :) So thank you, sweet.

This thread always brightens my day.

[sylvanlightning]

Your presence is so intense, thank you for sharing your passion.

[Biida]

Your presence is so intense, thank you for sharing your passion.
And thank you for all your encouragement. :)

[mysticmindlover]

Blazing circle of cricket passion.
Multitudes of thirsty flowers
open to drink the shimmering gold.

Each grass blade
with its pearl of dew,
is nestled with neighbors alone.

These windswept lake ripples,
upon the surface,
but how deep do the currents go...

Those sturdy roots
wrapped in dark earth,
do not long, just grow.

Does it ultimately matter
if my tone matches the birds?
My humming song will blend with bees,
this morning, if nothing else.

Wasp caught,
in a spider-web,
is it tragic or art?

We try to make meaning,
with our patterning minds,
but is it now?

What is seen
when you smell the dawn
unfolding its rays.

To be one,
with these coffee beans,
all else is waiting.

Interconnected centers embrace;
the clothes are a disguise.
Stillness of crystals,
reflections from the birdbath, shimmer.

An immaculate orchid stand,
soars in splendor,
caressing the aloes.

Streams of ants marching in worship.
This cool silence, abides,
from the dreaming self.

EXCELLENT!!! Sometimes the subtle beauty of nature can easily go unnoticed in today's world. This writing highlights this God-given masterpiece which we live in. THANK YOU!!!

[sylvanlightning]

I'm really blown away that you quoted 'Radiant Center,'
that may have been the first poem i even posted here...
what a 'long strange trip it has been,' indeed. :)

We certainly do live in a magical, sacred and inspired world.

[sylvanlightning]

Universal Doing


Here in the equality of each perfect center,
sparkling with innocent mindlessness,
an eternal fool creates with infinite prismatic palates.

How does the picture feel, says a comforting glance?
Wordless, in gentle knowing, the Sun rises again;
currents and dolphins merge in a flowing caress.

Aligned to the intensity of surrender,
the beauty of mystery remains,
awe dissolves the meaning of systems.

[sylvanlightning]

Here is a poem I posted in my personal forum 'Willow Cove.'

Message of Rebirth and Renewal, from White Eagle, Spirit Guide


I thought you may enjoy it..... :)


http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=2638648&postcount=49

[sylvanlightning]

Blazing circle of cricket passion.
Multitudes of thirsty flowers
open to drink the shimmering gold.

Each grass blade
with its pearl of dew,
is nestled with neighbors alone.

These windswept lake ripples,
upon the surface,
but how deep do the currents go...

Those sturdy roots
wrapped in dark earth,
do not long, just grow.

Does it ultimately matter
if my tone matches the birds?
My humming song will blend with bees,
this morning, if nothing else.

Wasp caught,
in a spider-web,
is it tragic or art?

We try to make meaning,
with our patterning minds,
but is it now?

What is seen
when you smell the dawn
unfolding its rays.

To be one,
with these coffee beans,
all else is waiting.

Interconnected centers embrace;
the clothes are a disguise.
Stillness of crystals,
reflections from the birdbath, shimmer.

An immaculate orchid stand,
soars in splendor,
caressing the aloes.

Streams of ants marching in worship.
This cool silence, abides,
from the dreaming self.

[sylvanlightning]

Let us speak with fragile truths,
freshly wrought ,
from silence to whisper.

Bypass the mind,
like a glass of wine,
with intoxicating warmth.

The meaning of this moment,
is the experience;
your eyes hold new feelings.

Where have you been...
It seems like forever
since your lips parted.

Embrace me,
with just your smile,
then I will understand.

[sylvanlightning]

She who would be recognized
is a chameleon of form.

Her gossamer gown
of pink and mauve,
spills forth resplendent
through emerald foliage.

Fair Aurora,
sweetest child of golden rays,
yours is the matrix of manifestation.
Weave us a web of light.

I greet you,
in a chorus of feathered friends
and ask of you everything,
yet nothing in particular.

My mind is lost,
entangled in the hair of Eos.

Goodmorning Raphael...

My palms are honeyed
with healing wholeness.

Thy shefa quickens the sleeper.
Thy ruhaniyot swells,
breaking into ruby waves
upon the iris shores.

[sylvanlightning]

Mist shrouds,
the horizons' shoulders,
as a wary scene
from an archaic moor.

All is stillness,
ephemeral quietude,
save the ticking of clocks
slightly offset.

And it begins,
a crystalline beading
of geometric precision,
petals of dew fall like veils.

[sylvanlightning]

Fragile robin-egg blue sky
lies striped between,
banks of pinkish-gold.

These layered feathers,
wisp fallen from a fast moving front,
burn in evaporation to a fading mute.

Then the night creeps in,
on soft winds.

Waiting for the power to return...

Communications abruptly disabled
by random imperfections.

Caught, once again,
in the web of assumptions.

Feeling that I would quickly
embrace your presence,
after a hard days work.

A song arises;
a dusky murmur of frogs, crickets,
birds and wind stirred leaves.

I will wait here.

A quick glance, but it is not you.
Why would I have thought,
you would find me regardless?

[sylvanlightning]

An accepting of the bitter-sweet nectar,
of all that is interwoven,
in this retrograde bliss.

A feeling of your homeopathic gifts,
of attention,
these offerings are a frequency.

Who is invisible...
this I that appears not
in the mirror reflections.

Why react to the angst,
of one you wish to hold close,
a simple response will do.

Close is this but territory now..
this fear of losing
how we are seen.

We misunderstand
the placement of intent.
The need to bind materially,
rules out merging as energetic nebulae.

The blissful vast curling thorny rivers,
of emotional paradoxes,
linger.

I stand in this solar flare
till the burning purifies
my psychic debris.

What is gained
is this releasing of self
into Self.

Sinking alone into the cushions
under a net of jewels;
Sparkling immersive darkness is then...

[sylvanlightning]

Solace within these howling winds;
rain-swept expanses.

Shaking off a flurry of leaves;
dead twigs falling.

Moisturized bark, unseen by roots.

Glory of majestic branching,
color splendor,
muted within these
slow moving amber veins.

All these pulsing dreams,
unheard and rumbling;
spiral of coiling memories
growing in rings.

Deliberation of extensive limbs,
each a cautious choice.

Full, aware of decay and moon.

Night-bird resting in branches of song.

All under the milky-way of skin.

Reclaiming, as sacred,
this voice asking to be seen.

[sylvanlightning]

Spark of newness
in that ones
bright luminous eyes.

She sees, beyond the beyond,
with memories vaster
than a Gurus lineage.

Oh and what of conditions...
the bubbling laughter;
questioning words, words, words
with knowing
straight from source.

Spinning spiral galaxies emerging from her smile.

Bless me with your silent glances.
Teach me your unshaped vastness
with a simple gesture.

Lead me from the known into the Now.
Give me space to run in these primordial vortices.

The Bliss of having All Love, as obligation, is hers.

No fear or doubt,
just this hand
that leads me back.

Back to where all began...

This is still in you.

Our daughter emerges from the Abyss
on a rainbow spiral,
she fills the womb of my heart with kindness.

[sylvanlightning]

The first rain of june falls,
like cold black pearls,
dotting my skin with droplets.

The grass, bark and earth
forms a slick spongy bed,
to kiss my seated observations.

Crystal spheres glisten,
pendulous on each needle,
arousing the pines darkness.

Nature, an immanent empress,
demands naked rationality
and hardened simplicity.

Her moisture penetrates,
feeding hoary swollen roots,
under the verdant moss;

While steady downpours
wash away the notion
of being a sheltered witness.

Purifying in its equality,
all is saturated
under a cloud-laden sky.

[sylvanlightning]

Come,
descend into the depths.

Walk bare with the earth,
sending your roots deep.

Burrow your energetic tendrils
down to the core.

Arrive beneath,
where lightning spikes
can neither start nor end.

The dark is not visible,
like the noonday sun;
a puzzle, connect piece for peace.

Here are the veins of alchemy,
crystalline streams of unseen beauty.

Here are shifting plates
of massive continents.

Here there are currents,
non-radiant blending
as densities of shadow.

Integrate the unconscious,
let unblocked energy renew you.

Merge with this jet absorption.

Don awareness of transparent amethyst
laced with a filigree of liquid gold.

Why externalize with segmented
wand, cup, disc or sword?
Welcome consciously reasons complement.

[sylvanlightning]

Ancient One, of bearded moss,
coils to curl these python boughs;
lichen-scale flair blends barkenly,
as hoary canopy glistens in sprawl.

Light and glossy, coats the rain.
Prancing droplets, fleet of feet,
nimbly skip in rind rivulets;
down and over, in and around.

Slow to listen and most reticent,
speaking thunder by grumbling clumpy;
further gloom by wind howled leaves
and a final cast of red glow witch-wild.

Effervescence returns, wry sprite of hills,
'We age the same,' she says in passing.
'Yet I of restless spirit fly.
Why stop, should I, by such as you?'

'Naughty, fickle siren!' He rumbles.
'Be gone with you then...
Who shall harbor you hence,
as you awaken within?'

[sylvanlightning]

Caress of tendrils,
fingers rippling like streams,
in smooth listening waves.

Offering an embrace,
as a gift of self;
trembling with closeness.

Keyed to the slightest whisper,
Muse of the gentle breeze,
your presence has a firey echo.

I need but your absence,
to start the swell
of irrational rip-tides.

Kneeling in fullness,
my head rests on your womb,
to offer service.

Unleashed from bonds,
of lavish guided cares,
I willingly continue to linger.

Trained to feel the subtleties,
of your changing moods,
I rise to fulfill my sacred duty.

Ever, anew.

[Biida]

Love love love love love love love!

It's a word that sounds better
Seven times over
Or so I'd like to think

:)

[TrippinBTM]

Yay! More sylvan poetry to read!

I tell you, man, you are one of my biggest inspirations/influences. I can't get enough of your poems. :)

[sylvanlightning]

Suddenly sadness embraces,
this melancholy absence
settles like a shroud,
silencing me as an eclipsing friend
strikes from the shadows.

This palpable isolation,
of reactive cores invisibly
revealed as blinding radiation,
not simply a frowning countenance
more direct like slashing retrogress.

What can I remove,
when already a stripped offering
on the cool lapis block of indifference.
I lower the pulse
of this racing heart, to murmur.

Is this the newness
you wish to hear echoing
in the vast canyons of bottomless depth,
these farewells of effected affection
colliding like a mirror, splintered.

[sylvanlightning]

I remove my watch
to write by starlight;
this sparkling cloak,
of inky velvet,
unfurls its wings.

Nubile darkness descends,
slowing the rhythm of breath
to a whisper,
her rippling power
awaits in crouching awareness.

A pulsing heart,
thundering drumbeats,
circulates streams
of incorporated lifeforms
through prominent veins.

Phosphorescent spectral eyes,
shinning ghastly like will-o-the-wisps,
are her only betrayal;
unless she simply closes them
to amplify scent and sound.

Then as a beautiful messenger,
of finality,
the dance begins;
after arching and undulating
like an ecstatic voodoo loa,
the object of her attentive chase
erupts in a fertile flood.

[sylvanlightning]

The sword of air,
metalic cutting winds,
stripping off the bark.

The sword of mind,
fine-tuned sharpened thought,
a quick witted discernment.

The sword of spine,
filled with molten fire,
piercing the burning medulla.

The sword of words,
quick slashes of combinations,
reducing the all to form.

The sword of numbers,
splintering the infinite,
into mathematical probabilities.

The sword of the tongue,
quick to speak or rolling compassion,
casting the spell of intention.

The sword of love,
piercing the heart,
healing with this wounding closeness.

[sylvanlightning]

Enthusiastic trills arise;
warbling cadences,
staccato and sonorous,
euphonies resound.

When the firey echoes disperse,
one is filled with curling breezes
sashaying through limbs.
A sweet inner silence returns.

Let it all settle,
like a flurry of leaves,
free-falling and twirling
to rest on the earth.

The mind is a watery expanse;
choppy waves surging,
cresting and crashing,
to subside in the depths.

[sylvanlightning]

Minds like to slip
into coats of comfort,
so as to ponder velvet caresses
in mindless yawning.

Intentions of direction and effort,
flow in graceful movements.
Balanced actions result in harmony.

Embracing, a signaled absence;
honoring, with dreams, a bright horizon.

Reveal, with the birds, a new song of self.

It's hard for others to see our hearts,
when intimate hopes and dreams
are hidden to prevent devaluing.

Feel the pull of integrity
to be true to yourself
and meet as you would want to be met.

[sylvanlightning]

Nature enfolds me,
like a prodigal child today.
I forget how I appear, lost in exhibition.

Spiders in mid-flight,
drifting like ballerinas,
catching the silken-threaded waves.

Dragonflies of illusion,
hovering multi-lensed,
announcing a glittering orgy of wings.

Hawk soaring a formidable ellipse,
wing-tips catching the copper glow,
full aware of my low whistles.

Wasp kneeling to drink,
from the oasis of feather purification,
so obviously thirsty like me.

These winged equalities,
examples of how to be,
all call for ascending.

Butterflies camouflaged as leaves,
fall flat with willful disguise;
then as phosphorescent glints, take off.

I smile knowing how easily
you penetrate me,
with your femininity.

[sylvanlightning]

As she invoked the power of yes,
prismatic scales fell,
from the dragon of indecision;
a flurry of vitality arose.

Sinking deep,
as purple and pink currents
embrace her like fluid electric clouds;
she shakes shackles of splintered waiting moments.

Luna rises to merge,
in the platinum skies of ecstacy,
while the golden chords of Sol
interweave the tapestry of melodic rapture.

Sinking into the oblivion of rest,
her cosmic playmates,
in the dream-time of manifestation,
excite her with lush and fantastic co-creations.

Upon awakening,
again,
she loves everyone
as herself.

[indian~summer]

beautiful
very full of vivid imagery :)

[sylvanlightning]

just yes and now,
let go the how,
like an owl cowl
on tree top bough.

fire say you;
wind fold flew,
in this view,
as airs anew.

the sun it grew
to know me too,
out and thru
our body true.


http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=3094328&postcount=14

[sylvanlightning]

These surging whisperings
swirl with intense simplicity;

sweet universal pearls...
my tabula rasa cup
fills with a mere drop.

Instant endearment... :grouphug:

[VanAstral]

cheers, sylvan! dew on the web...
-Ancient One, of bearded moss,
coils to curl these python boughs;
lichen-scale flair blends barkenly,
as hoary canopy glistens in sprawl.-
Pearlescent panpipes, my pleasure!

[sylvanlightning]

Cheers & thank you for the enthusiasm. :)

[SweetMarie]

You are an extreme talent. The Magic Of All That Is........inspirational!

[sylvanlightning]

Indeed, it is wonderful... however, I can't claim ownership

Not sure of the original author of 'The Magic of All That Is.'


Thank you for reading and responding, please feel free to share
'The Magic of All That Is' with everyone.

[sylvanlightning]

glimpses of the luminous nature,
of plants and people,
have been experienced;

intuitive knowing,
has resulted
in an energetic world existing,
beneath the texture
of forms appearance.

when meditating,
this glowing garden of consciousness
whispers that it is our home...

one follows these paths of newness.
a crystal, waterfall, star,
galaxy and et-intelligence
all nodes of the web of life,
each radiant with the same indwelling infinity.

nothing is ever gained or lost,
it just changes,
for we are not parts of the whole,
we are the whole in microcosm...
fractal universal flames.

expanding to your conception of limits,
removing the not and walking
on the bridge of equality
into infinity...
really feeling this.

god-self seed growing
into a massive gnarled-oak galaxy.

the heavens shine,
each gem of presence
teaching with the beautiful light of being;

each cell within us is saturated,
by seemingly far-off solar flares,
instantly.

shifting gears,
ascending from 2nd to 3rd to 4th,
all within the same car...

rambling,
loving you,
be well & bright blessings

[KittenX]

I loved these parts the most...
nothing is ever gained or lost,
it just changes,
for we are not parts of the whole,
we are the whole in microcosm...
fractal universal flames.
...

god-self seed growing
into a massive gnarled-oak galaxy

Also, thanks for resurrecting the past and bringing up all the old threads!

[elayne]

Your poetry is so light and joyous, without being vapid. I have enjoyed reading these several times this week. Your style reminds me of Emerson, who is one of my favorite poets. I noticed some underlying hints of Jungian psychology, well done and very subtle. I do hope you intend to publish.

[sylvanlightning]

Neurokindler


An aloof cryptographer,
nexus point braille reader
of neuron labyrinths,
sends out optical fibers
to sense within memory.

Outside the vectors,
of logic gate impressions
hyper-linked in magnetic domains,
a sight of hazel keys
releases these mahogany locks.

The heart has been too long ensnared
in a mental tower of solitude,
within this ivory scholasticism.
Look for the soft pink aureole,
reminds the auricle.

Foreshadowing melts
this blight of hoarfrost,
as the rejuvenating breath
of a glowing lover
disables all defenses.

Molten streams escape eyelashes
as she begins her fire dance,
searing through layers of black ice,
the dragon of conceptual treasures writhes
trying to protect guarded feelings.

Before turning up the heat she dons
brazen armor of leather and copper-scale.
An ambidextrous light-show ensues
as she whirls her fire-dipped poi chains,
limitlessly purifying the inner currents.

~~*

[skyfire]

neurokindler: i like the last three stanzas the best...very strong and sensual...

[magixarts]

the most things you write appear to me as a: fragile rose, who is exhaling a gentle sweet-orange colored aroma with a mixture of bitterness and strong female energy with a often doubting but clear vision/will. thank you for sharing those inspirational moments.

[sylvanlightning]

My pleasure, thank you for taking the time to read my poetic offerings.

I am feeling much joy for all of the inspiring sharing that is taking place
& now see the wisdom of moving the poetry forum to its current location.

Shanti & Bright Blessings

[sylvanlightning]

Sophia
~*

A template of eyes,
wave matrix of ethereal manifestation,
unfolds as potentiality.

Shekinah of the holy breath acts,
shining beyond the center of will,
surrendered to the universal causation.

Brilliant unities, chorded enochian,
are lawfully transliterated as an inter-folding,
symbolic, chameleon-language clarity.
Crowning nimbus of the unspoken word instantaneous.

Gaze piercing the veils ephemeral.
Honorable presence which cradles all.
She forgotten, remembers the duty
of anointing, with fire, the prepared.

Left hand path of Kali and Rose.
Right hand path of Mother and Caduceus.
These inner roles of being are essential.

Inside her sacred breast
the immortal child
is born witnessing, anew.

What can be said of Wisdom?
She is beyond Binah,
for a tree is only knowledge.

She who would be honored
must be allowed, within,
as baptism of burning.

~* Shalom
(Inspired by Alex Grey in his artwork "Sacred Mirrors")

http://northernway.org/sophia.html

[sylvanlightning]

Goddess on a work break


The softness of my jacket cushions,
beneath your knees,
as your calves rest on my back;
toes feeling warm clothing,
as they clench and release.

Your heady aroma swirls about me,
pulling me like magnetic musk,
coaxing me to surrender to the moisture,
already slowly forming in slick droplets,
on your swelling lips.

*Presses calves harder into your back,
as I lower into the beautiful harmony
of my tongue and your lips;
they sing together of the love,
that we share....*

Lingering, entranced by warmth
emanating from your yoni.
I close my eyes thinking of how
to describe the nectar of your secretions.

Then, with dissolved mind,
begin kissing your thighs and pelvic mound;
wanting to start on the perimeter,
so as to awaken ecstatic responses.

Painting, your skin with my tongue,
I begin to trace poetic pictures,
of indescribable feelings,
in the language of bliss and honoring.

Your honeyed moisture envelopes me,
as I drown with gratitude in your fullness,
kissing each recess with nurturing passion...
until your hands reach down for my hair.

*Pressing your head into me,
eyes closed and head thrown back,
I too, dissolve into the poetic offerings.
Slowly rising, out of this human condition,
souls exit to become one another.*

[sylvanlightning]

Prana, the Life Force

'The energy which activates the physical body comes through the etheric body in the form of prana, the life-force. This is the component that distinguishes a living being from a corpse. When the prana withdraws, there is no longer life. We ingest a little prana with our food, but primarily it is infused into our bodies as we breathe.

The Physical Body must be mastered at some point in our evolution. It is not separate from, or antagonistic to, the Soul, but simply that aspect of the Soul that can be perceived by the senses. Enlightenment occurs at the physical level, not in abstract space. All the metaphysical processes can be explained in physiological terms – the actions of hormones, metabolism, endorphins, etc. The physical body is the home of the limited conscious mind, governed by the root chakra.

Expanded consciousness results when dormant brain cells become activated. You must begin where you are. By bringing consciousness into the physical you get a glimpse of the etheric. Traditionally, the physical body was mastered through Hatha Yoga.

The Etheric (Pranic) Body appears to the psychic eye as a bluish glow around the physical body. Working with the breath and with Mantra, you can become sensitive to this subtle layer of your being. Governed by the 2nd chakra, this is the home of the unconscious mind, archive of all personal memories. It is contacted in hypnosis because it is so highly suggestible. Physical disease and pain can be created or cured through these suggestions. Emotional traumas that produce our obsessions and self-sabotage can be healed by bringing consciousness to painful memories.

The Mental Body has traditionally been mastered by Raja Yoga. This energy is how we project ourselves into the world.

The Astral Body is the transparent “aura” in which psychics see colors and symbols that represent your emotional state. Once in the Astral Body, you can leave to travel in that plane at will. This is the home of the Collective Unconscious, the Universe's data bank. It is the most subtle of material, at the atomic level. The Astral Body is governed by the heart chakra and can be mastered through devotional Bhakti Yoga.

The first four bodies are on the earth plane. Up to this point movement has been horizontal, from the outside world to the inside. Mastery of the four lower bodies is the full fruition of our human potential, prerequisite to moiving into the next plane of existence, from human to super-human enlightenment.

The Spiritual (Bliss) Body is the state of full Self-Realization, where the Divine Essence is fully embodied. This is the Fifth Dimension that is talked of so much recently.

The Cosmic Body is the state of God-Realization, where Self has totally merged into the All.

The Nirvanic Body is The Void, beyond human comprehension.'

Sunyata Saraswati

Many thanks to my T'ai Chi teacher, Grand-Master Sunyata Saraswati

[sylvanlightning]

Alexandrite dreams,
a renewed gold standard;
nebulosity.

[sylvanlightning]

Witness, discernment, understanding;

pondering, choice, intention;

Juicy, bliss is.