"...Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on..."
Stairway to Heaven, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page
Paths have a way of appearing
and disappearing before our eyes.
Our work is to stay awake
just long enough to see
beneath sight, to realize
we have always been given
at least two paths to go by.
As if by magic incantation,
the words scribe from keys
round and strident: two paths,
you choose. And then the choice,
to remain frozen to solid ground
or, the bolder, to feel feet lift
toward the heavens, as heartbeats
skip, dance and sing a new tune
at being given the chance to divine,
to initiate action, to move forward,
no matter which path chosen,
a finite knowing that there are
no paths mistaken; for each
is success awaiting.
Impossibly, I witnessed
you unfolding as true
as a blossom on the vine.
Petal by petal you revealed
wholly new facets and colors
of your awakened self.
Standing still, you literally
danced between each ecstatic
atom, delighted at your own
Impossibly, though you appear
in every way as an Angel,
you are real, no mere apparition
before me, only a human
expressing her Divinity, revealed.
(photo ©Matt Molloy)
Once was a time,
when moments danced
in the sky, assured
of never running out.
Then came the counting
days, one by one.
Yet now he looked around
to see if anyone else
saw what he saw,
numbers spinning on a dial
like a metronome keeping
rhythm to the collapse
I arise at the hour of the monks;
all is still, as silence pure enfolds.
I listen to the sound of no sound.
I find within me no person,
no body, no mind. I have come
to the place of constant
unknowing, the sweetest locale
of nothing. In this place air, water,
fire, breath all share the same taste
of OM, the sound of the Divine
breathing existence into being.
Dawn has just begun to wash
the night's sleep from the sky.
My hands are firmly on the wheel,
when up ahead in the distance,
my eyes light upon familiar orange
and white striped construction barriers,
blocking the way forward. Immediately,
I begin to scan the scene on the
road's horizon. As I draw closer.
I see no detours, so plodding on
I go. My thoughts turn sharply
to all the times I have seen real
or imagined obstacles standing
strong along my path, only to
find the mistake of mirage has
again ensnared me in her lingering
grasp. Here I am, again at the
precipice, momentarily locked
in indecision's cage. As my eyes
adust to the burgeoning light
of morning, I see that all barriers
have evaporated, only another illusory
obstacle steadfast in its existence.
With faith renewed, I steady my foot
upon the accelerator, and press on.
There are words
in the ethers,
waiting, ever waiting
for the blessing
to believe. At the very
each one is let loose,
setting sail into a southern sky,
every heart is aglow as the embers
long resting, ignite. These new flames
are now seen across the horizon
as the planet resounds with the sounds
of awakening, from believers no longer
Just Beyond The Veil
Like a vivid red Larkspur,
I rest in being a mere
bloom, ever waiting to feel
the sweet caress of a
As nectar is shared,
I and bird experience
an ecstatic connection
to the constant Source
ever pulsing through
each of us, as an opening
is revealed just beyond
She is no ordinary prayer
warrior. No, this one is
a real radical, a true prayer
renegade, bent on breaking
all the parameters for proper
prayers. You will not find a single
Hail Mary, God of Grace or such
ringing from her soul worn lips.
Rather, each word uttered is
as fresh as a baby just born,
cries never heard before
in the wilderness of longing.
She lifts you and your prayers
to elevations, equivalent to
traversing Himalayan mountain peaks.
Listen and follow her plaintive
affirmations long enough
and you too may become
a silent partner, a realized
prayer renegade, shifting
lives, changing your own,
singing songs of gratitude
known before only to angels
and saints having epiphanies.
So pray on, you prayer renegade,
for your time has come. Pray the
prayers never prayed before.
For surely, the world awaits.
Walking in Myrtle’s Shoes
Walking in Myrtle’s shoes
again, I fairly leap forward
in full faith finding within me
a new compassion bursting forth
not only for others but also
for my own healing and wellbeing.
Myrtle’s words becoming my words
as I uncover new fountains of glory
bubbling up in me. My heart
dances new life blood throughout
my body causing such magnificence
to arise anew in me. I vow to celebrate
this new found glory in me as I,
with grace and ease, affirm that
here I am, steeped in the mighty
land of bliss, serenely comforted
and in perfect health.
And so it is.
Within You Within Me
Your Tabla drum rhythm
has continued to whirl
me within the stellar
reaches of my heart.
Even now, I hear
ancient rivers gently
slip and slide down
the length and breath
of me, steeped in You.
When I dive into the deepest
depth of You, I am no longer
astounded as the singing bowl
chimes not once yet three times
for both my entry and my surrender.
You are my champion
when I have forgotten,
that it is always-and ever has been- only You
whispering songs from the Beloved,
fulfilling all my sweetest longings within.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.