Sisters and Brothers
We are each one sisters
and brothers rising up now,
one body in collective consciousness,
proclaiming the old ways simply
will not work now. A new breath
is breathed by each one, releasing an array
of liberated molecules. You may feel
not just the planet’s ordinary wobble,
yet the shifting upon the very axis
of this Earth. For this movement, and surely
what is abridging the gap between non-reality
and this new altered reality, is dynamic.
There can no longer be stasis or status quo.
The ones living the illusion of control,
are already fading into the distant twilight
of time. We, you and me, my sisters
and brothers, are ahead of our time,
here right now to correct collision’s course.
Our humanity is our saving destiny.
Together, we will change the entire paradigm.
New ways of being in collaboration are birthing
even now. Not one person is being left behind.
Our vision of this awakened time is here right now,
as sisters and brothers, in arms, arise to embrace
everyone- with these flexible limbs of compassion.
How many of us have lived
most of our lives waiting,
for someone to love us at depth?
Even when that love arrives,
are we yet equipped to receive
this bountiful gift set before us?
This must be the place where both luck
and grace collide, like destined lovers
meeting that first time.
Upon our initial blush, a singular rarified touch
and the finding of ourselves accepted without
reservation by another, do we begin
to see revealed a glimpse of who we are
at depth. All the stories, the fictions
and even the lies we have clung to,
fall into the waiting ocean of our own longing.
Set free from so many falsehoods, we feel
something at once as familiar as it is
unfamiliar. The luminescence long sought
in the outer, comes to us in the startling
realization of our indwelling worth,
and we feel, perhaps for the first time,
the pulse of who we actually are.
Then comes the realization of
nothing less than the truth,
that we are indeed flawless,
a diamond being cut, polished
and set before a world, waiting-
for our own magnificent arising.
My Ocean Within
“You are an ocean in my chest
where everyone changes places,
Another rotation around the sun
and yet more, since the good doctor
laid scalpel to skin upon my chest.
Before then, I had experienced infrequent
glimpses of diving into the deep Atlantic waters
of my heart, to see dolphins playing
amidst the occasional shark or two.
In these ensuing months, I have been gifted
both sight and sound to see, hear and feel
the oceanic waters pull me ever deeper
into the silent lull, the pulsing push of tides,
and the rising of my own desire.
There are moments so keen, that droplets
erupt from a bottomless well, especially
when I discover a commonality, a connection
rich in meaning. It is as if whatever filters
there were between me and this vast ocean
within, has also been excised.
I now live amongst the currents within.
I have become a dolphin playing,
a whale breaching the surface of liquid love,
a man at peace, at last, within his own ocean.
As fragile as a fresh work of art
being crafted by a Master glass blower,
I have been pulled from the fiery crucible
of my own existence. The work,
ongoing, has been to breathe
sufficient new life into me,
a process of transformation,
breath by breath, designed
to reveal what lies beneath
this now molten exterior.
One slip of the craftsmen tool,
and there will not be any do overs.
Yet, now is the time to leave everything
behind, to surrender fully into the fire,
to rely on the artisan's skills-
to trust that in the final revelation,
I will, at last, be full blown into being...
64,000 Moons Inside Jupiter
If I understood him right,
he said that you could literally
fit 64,000 moons inside the planet
Jupiter. Wow, this really got me
thinking! Maybe all the planets
in our solar system are designed
in such a way that they could
in reality, collapse together into each other,
as if they were a rather extraordinary
set of Russian dolls. Then, traversing
the galaxies that comprise my thoughts,
I wondered if all the love I have to give
and receive would also obey
the same theoretical law-
whereby all the 64,000 moons
of my love, would rest comfortably
inside of you, my Jupiter, my love?
She Speaks In The Wind
This morning I hear her whispers
echo off the valley walls, as an unseen
mouth caresses notes from a wooden flute.
I lose track of needing to know who
is playing, how the notes are chosen
and fall into the remembered sound-
of her voice. An aching longing has left,
leaving instead a passionate peace-
inviting me to remain here longer,
to inscribe each word heard, each moment
felt, to a lasting memory, where flute,
whispers, wind and flute player all merge
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.