White Crow

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.

 

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.

 

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!

 

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?'

 

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.

 

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

 

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.

 

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.​

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

"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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.