paperairplane
05-28-2009, 07:33 AM
Wander here and wander far, those searching for Goddess, for enlightenment, that good wholeness, that goes on forever, that is an instant, lets rest here all of us, this caravan that is the stars, the elephants, cows, and every single small and large thing in existence, lets purify our minds of what we would, and find harmony in our environment.
Though we die a thousand times, and ask nothing of it, I pray this for all of us, that this hope that swells in my heart now, though it is the end, that I finally be expressive of this truth.
In submitting to the most high, the lowest fall into place, sturdy in their roles, like the roots of trees. I was a prostitute on the edge of nirvana with Buddha who had no ideas, we led eachother past the dragon fly and up to the hill and made plans.
These plans cascaded out over the world and touched the center of every being, washed them in our healin' nature manga. In this world, I speak only what I can, only the way that it is, for anything else is beyond all.
these words are rakes and my back is warm water.
Praise to the most high, sayaizen
that bounces in our ears, moves us to dance, and be akimbo, and be free unbound by polarity, to be un-thinged in this yonato, where I find sanity once and alone, and am crazy seeming for it, because life is flowing, like the rivers.
But don't confuse word with things, because things are not words and words could be anything.
Goddess and Love, all things are the beloved, when you were born you were married to this existence, and this existence is a deep loving thing, like the embrace of a thousand hands, the petals of daisies, elation of small miracles.
and I say beautiful and most true one, Love, you bring me to myself each time when you open the door of my house and bring me out into the streets, where I pass no one, finally there is a couple. Politeness overwhelms us and we do not break into orgy where we stand, the walking sticks press into the dirt and a little bell rings in me.
A bell like a plan, like the gong of the basketball hoops that ring out in this place where everything is alive and say "ah, sweet nothing!"
ah, but what else is valuable? Our love which is the turning of the trees, and the calming of bees. We are the east, looking to the west where the sun hung and it wasn't about any of that, we did what we wanted, around us the pure light of Goddess, in us, everywhere, just two universes finding out what it means to be alive.
You were with me underground, and you spoke through the sky, words I understood, came clear but said the unspeakable, held me firm with much devotion, oh beloved, I am yours forever. A wife, though sometimes you pass through unseen, I smoke these natural things to understand your mind. Oh welling up inside of me is this spring, this hope. The strangest seed and I know not what it brings but place it in the light that it might sprout.
And the rivers speak through me, and the trees and the breeze, the birds, all just poems of the goddess, shouting soft and for no reason. Ah my heart trembles and I am weak now, though behind me may be all of this world and before me, all of heaven, I snap like a twig in this sea of love and then there is quiet.
I am nothing and you have risen in my place, in your heart are all hearts, in your experience all of creation, the countless nows, all so perfectly arranged, as we join hands now, slipping into, through each other and all, yeah, it took some work but the fire has been lit, and its a roaring warming spirit.
Its message, we can return to this primal oneness, and lose nothing just through remembrance
aigy peace
Though we die a thousand times, and ask nothing of it, I pray this for all of us, that this hope that swells in my heart now, though it is the end, that I finally be expressive of this truth.
In submitting to the most high, the lowest fall into place, sturdy in their roles, like the roots of trees. I was a prostitute on the edge of nirvana with Buddha who had no ideas, we led eachother past the dragon fly and up to the hill and made plans.
These plans cascaded out over the world and touched the center of every being, washed them in our healin' nature manga. In this world, I speak only what I can, only the way that it is, for anything else is beyond all.
these words are rakes and my back is warm water.
Praise to the most high, sayaizen
that bounces in our ears, moves us to dance, and be akimbo, and be free unbound by polarity, to be un-thinged in this yonato, where I find sanity once and alone, and am crazy seeming for it, because life is flowing, like the rivers.
But don't confuse word with things, because things are not words and words could be anything.
Goddess and Love, all things are the beloved, when you were born you were married to this existence, and this existence is a deep loving thing, like the embrace of a thousand hands, the petals of daisies, elation of small miracles.
and I say beautiful and most true one, Love, you bring me to myself each time when you open the door of my house and bring me out into the streets, where I pass no one, finally there is a couple. Politeness overwhelms us and we do not break into orgy where we stand, the walking sticks press into the dirt and a little bell rings in me.
A bell like a plan, like the gong of the basketball hoops that ring out in this place where everything is alive and say "ah, sweet nothing!"
ah, but what else is valuable? Our love which is the turning of the trees, and the calming of bees. We are the east, looking to the west where the sun hung and it wasn't about any of that, we did what we wanted, around us the pure light of Goddess, in us, everywhere, just two universes finding out what it means to be alive.
You were with me underground, and you spoke through the sky, words I understood, came clear but said the unspeakable, held me firm with much devotion, oh beloved, I am yours forever. A wife, though sometimes you pass through unseen, I smoke these natural things to understand your mind. Oh welling up inside of me is this spring, this hope. The strangest seed and I know not what it brings but place it in the light that it might sprout.
And the rivers speak through me, and the trees and the breeze, the birds, all just poems of the goddess, shouting soft and for no reason. Ah my heart trembles and I am weak now, though behind me may be all of this world and before me, all of heaven, I snap like a twig in this sea of love and then there is quiet.
I am nothing and you have risen in my place, in your heart are all hearts, in your experience all of creation, the countless nows, all so perfectly arranged, as we join hands now, slipping into, through each other and all, yeah, it took some work but the fire has been lit, and its a roaring warming spirit.
Its message, we can return to this primal oneness, and lose nothing just through remembrance
aigy peace