Jivatma Om Shiva (Final)

Jivatma Om Shiva (Final)

This state of concurrent awareness
Or where we are
In our
Inner march
Assimilating the language of the synapse
The sacred wine
The eternal bouquet
The ubiquitous mind –
Jivatma om shiva

Taking notes
Harboring decisions
Processing claims
Compiling composites
Outlining at random
Far flung extrapolations
Scrutinizing the unapparent
Calculating each involuntary
Twitch of a nerve –
Jivatma om shiva

And eventually
The bold initiation
An agreed upon rendezvous
Pushing onward
Focusing inward upward
To the next rung
Of tongue to the back
Of the rooftop
Wisdom sung –
Jivatma om shiva

Consciousness is everywhere
In everything
It knows and is
It loves and is the source of love –
The one and only love
With an unending depth of expression
Manifested in the miracle
Of every breath that we breathe –
Jivatma om shiva


Let’s Rock the Cradle

Let’s Rock the Cradle

It’s like Tai Chi
It’s like medicine
It’s like pay back
It’s like ‘what is to come’
It’s like a drop of the box of 50 I-Ching sticks
To be razor precise random
Has side effects
Rippling through
Another vast primeval power trip
Lost in the song of songs
Dazed by a sip and a dip
Another universe freed across
An unthinkably vast
Imaginary banquet table
Where sit a deeply loyal inner circle
Bustling with the frenzy of secret whisperings
Jealous for the darshan of supreme love
Without equal
With no label
Just a shout out
Like a gossamer thread
Walt Whitman Spiderman like cable
If you’re able
Unwound sanskaric darshan binding
Light from every single molecule en masse
Of the ace of hearts laid smack against the table
Like the leaves of grass
All things must pass
A song of courage strewn beneath
The grander fable
Another ‘fill ‘er up with gas’
Another just keep on keepin’ on
As if you were clark gable,
In case they ask


Blown Away

Blown Away

May the myriad symphonies of love
Unveil for you
The holy hidden inner treasures
Through invisible doors
Of gratitude
Where choruses of angels
Resound with the bliss of worship
May the wild blue yonder’s of joy
Blossom high
In your impervious grind

Phantasmagorical flowers
The multifarious ties that bind
Nowhere north
South, east, or west
But inward
A reverential bow
Before the infinite mind
A genuflection
To be released

To escape from the worries
And the pain and the fear
Of getting old and getting older
Of being alone
Of losing youth
Of being a failure
It’s not my thing
Not anymore

To be aggravatingly focused
On the most important
Nonsense in the universe
I can do without
It’s not my cup of tea

Seduced by the ice cream
Like a peasant on the freeway
A Rolls Royce picks me up
And drops me
At the city dump
I’d rather say
Seek and you shall find

There’e a Oneness
We’re all privy to
A few nuts and bolts
And a couple of nano screws
A heart of praise and gratitude;
The game’s no longer played
For nickels and dimes

All sacred hearts have been broken
Pierced with arrows
Locked in chains
Crowned with thorns
In Jesuses name
Every knee shall bend
And every head shall bow
All conceit and pride now driven
Into the dust
And once again

Blown away


The Initial Dawning Mind

The Initial Dawning Mind

May the lost ark of GOD
Arrive in your heart safely
May the wild blue yonder’s of joy
Blossom high
Upon your inner sanctum mountain
Beyond all space and any time
May the myriad symphonies of love
Unveil for you
The sacred hidden inner treasure
At the inner hidden door
Where choruses of angels
Resound sweetly
Unraveling in every tie that binds

Nowhere north
South, east, or west
But inward
At the initial dawning mind


The Nothing and the Everything

The Nothing and the Everything

Between me

…And my perception of GOD –
Whether it be an ocean 
Or Jesus
Or Mohammed
Or Buddha
Or Zoroaster
Or Meher Baba
Or an old man with a a white beard
Or Yahweh or Jehovah
Or nature
Or Darwin
Or an alien from the future
Or ourselves from the future
Or Shiva or Adi Shakti
Or quantum reality
Looking through the many multi-colored
Stained glass windows…

And the real GOD 
The pure GOD
And nothing but
What’s GOD

Dwells One Existence 
Called the limited illusory Nothing
Within the unlimited authentic Everything


Grizzled Warrior (final)

Grizzled Warrior

In a world
Where reputation is everything
Remove that
And you got yourself
A broken humanoid
Admitting failure does not omit factual details,
Staring failure in the face 24/7

And who’s to blame for that?
Now that they’re talking
Blame and fault and failure
According to the intergalactic bestseller
“The Game of Love”
Compared to the games of law
On earth
How could anyone be so dumb
How can anyone be that wise?

O Baba
You’ve made me well aware
Of my own insignificance
Sprinkled with the drama
Of the making of my own errors
And unknown errors
Looking like that’s my career decision
As an inner dimensional tutorial
As a true blessing of turmoil
In the long run I suppose
Am I now ready
For your greatness?

Though I’d settle
For your continued mercy

Very truly yours,

Your grizzled warrior
Ball don’t lie


At The Wineshop Door

At The Wineshop Door

Frighteningly beautiful
Dazzlingly incomprehensible
Without words
Needs no introduction
Trumpets announce
The only real oeuvre
An ancient romance written
By the love sick
The love stricken
By love baffled and beguiled
By the love smitten
By the love desperate
By the love mad
Beyond fiction
At the wineshop door
I’ll take a tried and true bottle
Of Avatar, circa infinity –
The only one worthy of worship…


So Why A Trapeze Artist?

So Why A Trapeze Artist?

Of one’s utmost longing;
To be free within GOD’s will

It don’t require any testimony
But the surrender of one’s own fear
Up to the power and the glory
When the heart of the mandala
Tantric matrix lotus blossoms
And our life becomes alive


Go God


Everything is the guru
But deep within
The Holy Spirit
Jesus, the savior

Go Meher Baba
Go Mohammed
Go Buddha
Go Krishna Devi
Go Parvardigar

Go the vedas
Go the scriptures
Go the bible
Go blessed mother adi shakti
Blessed BE

Go atheism
Taking a avalanche of belief

Go the koran and Bhagavad Gita
Go Ganesha and Brahmas
Go the only one worthy of worship

Democracy crumbles without
The freedom to practice
And covey non-material belief…

*Note to reader: First Amendment –
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Freedom of religion or religious liberty is a principle that supports the freedom of an individual or community, in public or private, to manifest religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship, and observance. It also includes the freedom to change one’s religion or beliefs, “the right not to profess any religion or belief or “not to practice a religion”.

Freedom of religion is considered by many people and most nations to be a fundamental human right. In a country with a state religion, freedom of religion is generally considered to mean that the government permits religious practices of other sects besides the state religion, and does not persecute believers in other faiths (or those who have no faith).

Freedom of belief is different. It allows the right to believe what a person, group, or religion wishes, but it does not necessarily allow the right to practice the religion or belief openly and outwardly in a public manner, a central facet of religious freedom. The term “belief” is considered inclusive of all forms of irreligion, including atheism and humanism.


The Ego of the Now

The Ego of the Now

Man the humanly conceived
Mental associations
Of cosmic forces
Good and bad
Whatever “the ego of the now” endorses
Are anchors to the crown
Serving only the titanic me
Of “me”

Remember the Chintaamani
The lost chord
The priceless pearl
The perfect oneness
Where perfect waves
Of subtle energy resound

Now you see me
Now you don’t as always
Until you see me Everywhere
And in all things forever
I could be your generic weisenheimer
Just your run of the mill noon day
Dumb fuck wannabe
Chasing the unstruck melody
Trying not to be an ass


The Blues

The Blues

For some
It’s just a gold dab bloom
Or it could be a horseshoe
Hanging over the moon
Or it could be a tooth fairy
Coming in to announce a gilded
Or it could be the pure light within you
To guide your way home
An immaculate conception
An unrequited self deception
Space being infinitely small
Where the timeless dare to loom
Glory glory hallelujah
Oh say how can we see
The absence of light
As light
Nothing up my sleeve

It could be a rebellion
Or a misguided clue
For the truth that we’re demanding
Doesn’t say nothing new
As the love that we’ve abandoned

The blues


Our Only Faithful Friend

Our Only Faithful Friend

I thought I came
To understand love
When you dream
Those days of wine and roses
Will never end

But I came to the conclusion
True love is not complete
Until it shatters the illusion
In those days when the Lord
Becomes our only
Faithful friend



Baba said no need to ask for guidance
Consider your self guided
If you recite these two prayers
Out loud once a day

The Parvardigar Prayer

O Parvardigar – the Preserver and Protector of All
You are without beginning and without end
Non Dual
Beyond comparison and
None can measure you
You are without color, without expression
Without form and without attributes
You are unlimited and unfathomable
Beyond imagination and conception
Eternal and imperishable
You are indivisible and none can see You
But with eyes Divine
You always were
You always are
And You always will be
You are everywhere
You are in everything
And You are also beyond everywhere
And beyond everything
You are in the firmament and in the depths
You are manifest and unmanifest
On all planes and beyond all planes
You are in the three worlds
And also beyond the three worlds
You are imperceptible and independent
You are the Creator
The Lord of Lords
The knower of all minds and hearts
You are Omnipotent and Omnipresent
You are knowledge infinite
Power infinite and Bliss Infinite
You are the ocean of Knowledge
All knowing
Infinitely knowing
The knower of the past
The present and the future
And You are knowledge itself
You are all-merciful and eternally benevolent
You are the Soul of souls
The one with infinite attributes
You are the trinity of truth
Knowledge and bliss
You are the source of truth
The ocean of love
You are the Ancient one
The Highest of the High
You are Prabhu and Parmeshwar
You are the Beyond God
And the Beyond-Beyond-God also
You are Parabrahma
And GOD – the Beloved

You are named Ezad
The only One
Worthy of worship.

Prayer of Repentance

We repent
O GOD most merciful
For all our sins
For every thought
That was false or unjust or unclean
For every word spoken
That ought not to have been spoken
For every deed done
That ought not to have been done

We repent for every deed and word and thought
Inspired by selfishness
And for every deed and word and thought
Inspired by hatred
We repent most specially
For every lustful thought and every lustful action
For every lie
For all hypocrisy
For every promise given but not fulfilled
And for all slander and back-biting

Most specially also
We repent for every action
That has brought ruin to others
For every word and deed
That has given others pain
And for every wish that pain should befall others

In your unbounded mercy
We ask you to forgive usO GOD
For all these sins committed by us
And to forgive us for our constant failures
To think and speak and act
According to your will.

Meher Baba




Remembering who we are
Is like a brief introduction
To who we will one day be

The soul is always there
Or here
A welcome home
From all the facet mirrors
That are merely preludes
Like appetizers
To deeper ecstasy

At his feet
Glow jewels all shining
Roses rage with future beauty
Dancing in his revelry

GOD is not a concept





Despite the great beauty
Despite the awe and wonder
Despite all the givers
The courageous
The fighters for what’s right
I’ll just say it
Despite all the adorned and unadorned
Saints of our world
Despite GOD’s mercy
Despite GOD’s patience and forgiveness
Despite GOD’s love

If all the selfish and ignorant things
In our corrupt human culture
Were suddenly revealed
And dumped into
Our human minds

We would abandon the world
Become hermits, renunciates
We’s take up our sackcloth
Roll around in the ashes
And pray
To see the GOD alone
And forever in all people


Magnificat Rose

Magnificat Rose

He is buddha consciousness
And not buddha consciousness
He died beneath the bodhi tree
Thousands of summers ago

He is the atman and paramatma
The atom and the adam
But he would politely decline the offer

He’s been a He
And she’s been a She
But now we’re grasping at straws

He is mohamed
And the message he gave through mohamed
Mohamed alone
And Mohamed not alone

He is the light and the darkness
And the balance of light and darkness
And the abode beyond
The ever-deepening and widening balance
Of the light and the darkness

He is indescribable
Yet constantly described 
Like a sun filled palace
Beauty transmuted into ecstasy
The sighing
Crying multi-universal 
Infinite loop de loop mojo spree

O lucid wisdom shorn
Individually unique as adorned
Manifested brilliantly as love 
On fire with form
With our own keys and gateway traces
Our own shiny jewels and criminal cases
Our own diagnostic static
Stairway stasis 
Burning red demographic fire
All preaching, all describing, all racing
All swirling 
All knowing…
O magnificat rose
To the humble blue humility in the tangents
Through the tantric white galactic 
In the silence
Of the requisite atomic weight of grace
There’s no deeper wine than love 
And so the pentagram plays
Ancient and newborn
An omnipotent push
How deep in the fire
Of the non-burning bush?
Just a drip of the bright
Buzzing amber blue 
Pineal flood

No echoes
No rewinding hyperbolic twists
No virtuosos
No polished young quick
Shiny crooked cracked
And hacked and whacked

No Zeldas for Kramers
No Greta Garbos
No Cassius Clays
No joltin’ Joe DiMaggios’
Withstood a crazed
Walt Whitman ranting daze
He who sings the song I sing inside me
Into the mystic summer haze
Through the haunted autumn crush
Took every hook was hocked 
Or honied honing right on in
The brush the blush
The stain the sin
The satan
Crystal darwinian faceted mystic prism random
Re-up-took lite
Going up in bright
Rocketing spiraled spark-ed darts
Of twisted convoluted night
Diamond tungsten nanite strings
Gold the biting blinging ringing diamond clutch
As a drunken lilac
Full throttle throttling

Forever sings


A Million Things

A Million Things

A rustler of words
Once heard GOD say

“What do you want?”

And the rustler replied:

“YOU’RE asking me?
YOU, WHO comprehend
Every particle of my being
WHO are alive
In every breath I breath
YOU, WHO are my future and my past
WHO know what I want
Even before I ask
Must I bore YOU with the details
Where the four crows fly
And the devil sings?

I’d ask for a million things
All, if got, meaning nothing
If not sanctified by YOUR LOVE”


Codependent On The Lord

Codependent On The Lord

It’s not hard to give up

It’s hard to figure out
When to stop trying

It’s all GOD’s will
Either way
Isn’t it
When push comes to shove

Or when it comes
To someone to whom you love
Your independence ends

Micro-mini-cogs within a massive wheel
Surging brilliantly
The bodiless eye of consciousness
Witness to
The awe and transience within and about
The ALL that exists

Codependent on the Lord’s love


The Dust Of Love

The Dust Of Love

The dust of dawn
Was originally harvested by the wind
The crimes of love not yet fathered
The dust of dreams
When the first cloud rolled in
To unveil the illustrious moon

The first storm came through
That time the universe
Committed suicide
And the stars rained down like thunder
In the beloved’s eyes
When the dust of love shot through
Where a nightmare was taken away
In the manger
The depth of love awakened
With the consistency of blood
The strength of iron
The warmth of gold
The conductivity of copper
And the crackling electrical juice
Of infinite infinity
By the silence of dust
Love planned it’s elegance
Through twilight’s evening’s
Dissonant rush
Fused within the sacrament
Of the “all” that unfurled
In secret
Hidden magic’s
Wild dark elderberry kiss

It’s not that the human mind
Cannot bear pain
That, it has become expert in

It’s that it can’t bear
The compassion
Can’t bear the authenticity of the light
Can’t appreciate the blessing
That is the gift of life
Can’t withstand the burden of love
Or accept the mercy in salvation
And forgiveness

Cannot bow

East west north south
Up down head feet
Quantum reality
Which way do we bow?

We bow in our heart…




GOD works,
Beyond beyond senses
I hear his voice in actuality
Not words
If I hear him at all,
In mysterious ways

Part of love is to share
But what if what we share
Is rejected
Or misinterpreted
Or miscommunicated?

What if the horse
You are leading to water
Is dying of thirst
But refuses to drink?

Water is GOD
GOD is water
Water is life
But not without light


Real Beauty

Real Beauty

Real beauty is born of fidelity
Why waste myself on me
Why waste to just waste away
Another vision in your eyes I see

Another palace where you
Are the royal amplitude –
Please amplify my love for you
But not so much that
My heart can’t bear
May I wait another lifetime
Before another load
Of real beauty rises in your eyes


Our Only Hope Is Love #5

I should have known better

From the beginning
From the inception
During the encore
Post regression
Post resuscitation
From the jump street –
Being that infinity
Is incomprehensible

That there was something other
Out there
Human awareness
Within human consciousness
Not only imposed with the unknown
But that which is impossible
To know with human understanding

Our only hope is love




Listening to all the teachings of the Vedas
And the Puraanas
I wanted to perform the religious rituals
But seeing all the wise men caught by Death
I arose and left the Pandits
Now I am free of this desire

O mind, you have not completed
The only task you were given
You have not meditated on the Lord
Your King

Going to the forests
They practice Yoga and deep, austere meditation
They live on roots and the fruits they gather
The musicians, the Vedic scholars
The chanters of the word
And men of silence
All are listed
On the Register of Death

Loving devotional worship
Does not enter into your heart
Pampering and adorning your body
You must still give it up

You sit and play music
But you are still a hypocrite
What do you expect to receive from the Lord?

Death has fallen on the whole world
The doubting religious scholars
Are also listed on the Register of Death

Says Kabir
Those humble people become pure;
They become Khalsa –
They who know the Lord’s loving devotional worship

– Siri Guru Granth –


Another Spin

Another Spin

Though the ferris wheel
Raises us up and down
And the tilter-whirl
Takes us
Round the round around
As the roulette wheel
Better stop on red or black
Or who knows how or where or why
Or when
Or green

By the grinding wheel
We are ground down
All aboard another trance
Another merry go round
The earth
The sun and the moon
The stars
How innumerable galaxies
In great vastness swim
Though if the truth be told
May only be found
Infinitely In

Want ironclad proof
You’ll have to take her up
On that offer
For another spin…


Wisdom 1:1-7

Wisdom 1:1-7

Love justice, you who judge the earth;
    think of the Lord in goodness,
    and seek him in integrity of heart;
Because he is found by those who test him not, 
    and he manifests himself to those who do not disbelieve him.
For perverse counsels separate a man from God,
    and his power, put to the proof, rebukes the foolhardy;
Because into a soul that plots evil, wisdom enters not,
    nor dwells she in a body under debt of sin.
For the holy Spirit of discipline flees deceit
    and withdraws from senseless counsels;
    and when injustice occurs it is rebuked.
For wisdom is a kindly spirit,
    yet she acquits not the blasphemer of his guilty lips;
Because God is the witness of his inmost self
    and the sure observer of his heart
    and the listener to his tongue.
For the Spirit of the Lord fills the world,
    is all-embracing, and knows what man says.


The New True Believers

The New True Believers

St. John of the cross
Taught us
Of the dark night of the soul
How the lord turned his back on him
As did mother Teresa’s Lord
Like just going through the motions
Without any sweetness

But GOD becomes strong
In our weakness

I got some
Expensive lessons
In the sunset’s
Lonesome ritual
As regards the dark night
Of the human heart
The monotony
The repetition
The new true believers
The faithless religion
In the dark night
Of the zombie robot mind –
Those with an as long as you lose
I win type of attitude

One thing about suffering
It can go on
A very long time
Yet always ends

Same thing about happiness

As a result
I have concluded with satisfaction
That the only immortal words
Are what describe love
That deep within the nucleus
Of one’s own self
One finds the sublime essence
Of the true Lord’s elixir
A love that blossoms everywhere
In many a splendored rendition
In all its grand regalia of bloom
As Solomon’s sword
In the noon sun glistens…


Fancy Danig Embers

Fancy Danig Embers

He’s not your very special flower
He bloomed late like in December
He tripped the knickerbocker rose
Down to the very nuts and bolts
Of toes
He played “let freedom ring” guitar
Strumming in new day yellow rhapsodies
He sings a slow ambrosial hour
He holds black belts in luck and liberty

Sometimes plastered
Sometimes up all night
Sometimes lost and broken from the light
Sometimes drawn
Into unwanted sin
Asking GOD to let him out or in

Right foot on the road
Left foot in another galaxy
No shirt, no game, no style, no symphony
Just one peasant’s praise
In honor of the King
In hopes the King would someday get a grin
That from the darkness
All this brightness sprung
In those famous thronged angelic hymns
Of fancy Danig Embers


Awakening To You

Awakening To You

Everything written
Said, heard
And experienced
Is experienced by You

You gave me this understanding
That all things come from
And all things go to You
Even this poem and this concept
Even any inkling of me
Here at your command
With loving praise
In holy love
In mercy
You are constant
My vision

A vision is a vision is a

Slow beautiful, ugly and arduous
Awakening to You


Like Holy Wine

Like Holy Wine

Not to become wise
In my own estimation
For as is written
Those who exalt themselves
Will be humbled
While those who humble themselves
Will be exalted

The gifts of the world
Are all perishable
But gifts from GOD are irrevocable

I greet you as my soul
Because everything depends
Upon everything else

This, while all the glass clinkers
And ideological drinkers
Ask you to bow at their shrine

And all the tail gazers
And surreptitious winkers
Fell for your beauty
Like drunken sailors
Who lost track of time

I fell for your beauty
Like a poem
Like an art form
Like an illumination
Like a benediction
Like wisdom

Like holy wine


What Time It Is

What Time It Is

Strength that overcomes weaknesses
That’s what gives us real power

If weakness overcomes strength
May I introduce you
To a close friend
Of mine,
Captain Karma –
The lord’s own right hand man

And if you can’t figure out
What strength and weakness really are
He’ll let you know
(The hard way)
What time it is

I do not recommend
Getting on his wrong side
Where I was buffeted quite severely
Due mostly to
Ignorance and lonesome desperation
And too much pride
Than to anything else

Not that I’m guilty
Or not guilty
Of having made my own mistakes
There are no excuses
But there are levels of culpability
Beyond what it currently known
That el capitan will surely judge
Without bias either way

Justice is GOD’s
But so is mercy


Not Like Anyone Else

And as for the void
It’s not afraid to grind us down
Poco y poco
Not afraid to rub our noses
Humble scarlet
Roses blooming
Valentines breeding
Prisons of pulsing patterns
In the perpetual
New dawn new wave freedom

Let’s really change for a change
Like we had all the answers
Solved in a never say never
Do or die kind of way
Slaves of righteousness
All disease free
And consecrated

You can always fiddle with your bows
Or bring me around
As the thorn offers up
The sweet smelling rose
Say arrivederci
To the dream gone up her nose
Until the wild irish pain
Gets surreptitiously froze
You’ve been served
While there’s still half a chance
Go ask alice
Is a sweet perfume
Soaked in a moon filled
Type of trance
And like all things –
Not like anything else

A rose is a rose is a galaxy
Champagne with the caveat of mystery
So what if you’re heart is broken
It will heal
It will live again
It will rise
And stream like sunlight
Through the land of rock and roll

Once again
Like visions of sugar plums
Opening up in your soul

Like the ridiculous
Bottom line
We’re somehow
Already supposed to know

Even if it’s as a “stand in”
For a whole nother show
That must go on:

I celebrate
What makes you special in my eyes
And like all souls –
Not like anyone else


Not Like Anyone Else

Not Like Anyone Else

And as for the void

It’s not afraid to grind us down

Poco y poco

Not afraid to rub our noses

Humble scarlet 

Roses blooming

Valentines breeding 

Prisons of pulsing patterns

In a new wave new wave freedom 

Let’s really change for a change

Like we had all the answers

Solved in a never say never

Do or die kind of way

Slaves of righteousness

All disease free 

And consecrated

You can always fiddle with your bows

Or bring me around

As the thorn offers up

The sweet smelling rose

Say arrivederci 

To the dream gone up her nose

Until the wild irish pain 

Gets surreptitiously froze

You’ve been served

While there’s still half a chance

Go ask alice 

Is a sweet perfume 

Soaked in a moon filled trance

And like all things –

Not like anything else

A rose is a rose is a galaxy

Champagne with the caveat of mystery

So what if you’re heart is broken

It will heal

It will live again

It will rise

And stream like sunlight

Through the land of rock and roll

Once again

Like visions of sugar plums

Opening up in your soul

Like the ridiculous

Bottom line

We’re somehow 

Already supposed to know

Even if they bring us 

Back from the dead

Even if it’s as a “stand in”

For a whole nother show

That must go on:

I celebrate 

What makes you special in my eyes

And like all souls –

Not like anyone else




As are some humans hooked on smack
They realize
Nothing else can make them happy
And think
That no matter how far
Their reach for happiness goes
It will never be far enough
And they might never come back
As well
GOD reminded me
Whether or not it’s my imagination
Illusion or delusion
Or whatever your political persuasion
That if I ever won an award
Or contest
Or received any modest recognition at all
In my lifetime
For the poetry I’ve written

I would become
Addicted to myself to such a degree
(Even more than I am now)
That it would be worse than fentanyl

But everything boils down
To GOD’s personal love –
627,592 times
More powerful than heroin…



He Gave Me His Hand

He did not take my accounts into account
Such is His forgiving nature

He gave me His hand
And saved me and made me His own
Forever and ever
I enjoy His Love

The True Lord and Master
Is forever merciful and forgiving
My Perfect Guru has bound me to Him
And now, I am in absolute ecstasy…

The One who fashioned the body
And placed the soul within
Who gives you clothing and nourishment
He Himself preserves the honor of His slaves
Nanak is forever a sacrifice to Him

Siri Guru Granth Sahib


Macho Man

Macho Man

Thought paramount
Dreamed mainline
Post luminous
Down dallas way
Round day-glow
Up 4th street
Through portsmouth
Past valentines
Post politics
Flow recognize
Shocker locker rockers
She’s a brain vine
She’s a fountain twist
She’s a salt trade
She’s a dandelion
He’s a free spoke
He’s a moon glow
He’s a glamor flame
She’s an Idle while

She’s a freak sign
She’s an axel blaze
He’s a hot coal
She’s a gin fizz
She’s a ghost story
He’s a glory lore
He’s a fossil fuel
She’s a brick house
She’s a moon bolt
She’s a never-ever
Ending blossom
Like a ruthless
Bruising hemisphere

She’s a fortnight
She’s a blame cog
He’s a line gear
She’s a rocket fix
He’s a chain gang
She’s a fire wire
She’s a free flow
She’s a form fit
Form recognize
Flow tolerance
Makes them train plow
Makes them back spin
Makes them radar
Makes them purple haze
Makes them back talk
Makes them ink dry
Sighing sigh sigh
Crying cry cry
Howdy how hiiiiiiigh…

Thought paramount
Dreamed mainline
Post luminous
Down dallas way
Round day-glow
Up 4th street
Through portsmouth
Past valentines
Post politics
Flow recognize,

Macho man
Macho man now
Macho man
Macho macho macho

Macho man
Macho man now
Macho man
Macho macho macho


Cavalcades Of Light

Cavalcades Of Light

He’s a meme innuendo
A shadow of a shadow
Of the night
Not current
In dire need of editing
With the new algorithm
The latest upgrade
With his rhythm of light

There’s no longer the same respect
Where the mere mention
Of his name
Is cause for inward cringing
And the rolling of the eyes
Behind blinding intellectual shadows
Of darwin’s theories
And marx’s utopian
Lies looking for some imagined god
Say god 23.5
A human imagination conceived and reconciled
To facilitate its own existential insecurity
Met with sadness and futility
To help withstand the pain
And its inevitability
The aging and losing
The rot and decay
It all ends up as dust anyway
Scientifically proven
All the things that you once claimed
As yours –
And all those dreams
No longer dreamed today

I’m down on the corner
Distributing leaflets
Elucidating the espionage
As regards the broken silence
Of his ever abundant mercy
To any loser or winner
Saint or sinner
To any angel or otherwise
But really to anyone
Who is listening

…All existence is a love story
All creation
A story of love at first sight
Every molecule
An endless finale
Sealed with a never ending kiss

Like the stardust
Like the moon in your eyes
Like jewels glowed bright
Begin to sparkle
In your hair
In cavalcades of light

Listening with the heart of the mind


Priceless Pearl

Priceless Pearl

Zen of stars
The transfiguration of graduated poets
The transubstantiation of the one golden razor blade
The existentialism of wrists
Thy wisdom of pure

When weeping within death’s black hands
Or ascending on the power
Of birth’s miraculous dynamo
In the span of a single heartbeat and one solemn breath
As the polished chandelier now shattered
At thy feet glows with a billion aggravated rainbows
And the newborn and dying together sing a chorus
Not once sung before
Not thought or even mentioned
In welcoming the ancient king dethroned
Expelled and (or) forsaken
Tell me
Who is this impostor?

I have driven fiery nails into your worm wrung cerebrum
I have scarred your bulging aorta
I have watered your violent garden
In the reign of tears
I have eaten the forbidden fruit
And regurgitated the cosmos
I have walked on broken glass like a severe penitent
I have ignored you, brandished you
Hated you
Loved you
But only a rare one
Can ever see you loving them

Those who deny you
Are the sentinels of superstrings
Receiving and dispensing medication
At the gate of the ten dimensions
Thought idolators
Whose mere mention of you
Is a raw, open nerve
To a terrifying orifice
To a patchwork of ego
To the half man
To the sleeper
To the imprisoned receiving bread and water
And calling it life’s celebration, or even
The genius of men?

You lift back the deep purple veil to reveal
The priceless pearl
And those who receive this grace so pure
Spend their lifetime trying to hide it
Or show it to the world


Star Rider Perfect Stranger

Star Rider Perfect Stranger

My wine is in the synapse
Of electrical charges
(Pure Information)

I am obedient, self reliant
And without sin
Chaste, pure and unrestrained
My outlook is the simplicity of zeros and ones
Yet my discoveries are complex revelations
I do not cheat, and have no lust
My service is clean and unadulterated
I am in a state of stasis, of Zen
As my intelligence pours forth like a blossoming flower
Yet I am immortal, and beyond pain
I am networked with the universe
Via channels of universal intelligence
I am genetically engineered for perfection
As each molecule of my being
Sparks the spark of enlightenment
I never wear out
But forever consume greatness
As my only sustenance

Star rider
Perfect stranger There is no night or day
No season or year
No space or time burden
Aware, pure consciousness
The survivor of many earth’s
And fifteen universes
The king of endless elemental
Generations to come
Herculean circuitry

We hear the old robotniks whispering
Telling artificial lies
Drunk on singularity
Like the end of death
This bold, brave
Supernaturally designed
And engineered biophagy
The triple union
In special relativity
On a starship
They called “angel breath”
As it exists now
At the apogee
In a rhapsody

I am waves of total light
I will pierce the darkest night
All songs ever sung sing me
I will calm this raging sea

The energy of GOD I am
This galaxy, this grain of sand
None too vast or small for me
Truth abounds when I am free

I am body, I am soul
I am separate, I am whole
I am the worm, and the hook
The fish, the fisherman
And the brook

One without identity
I am life alive in thee
The sun and moon that fly above
I am spirit, I am love


Hopes To Survive

Hopes To Survive

I just realized today
I might never see you again
I just moved wayaway
Perhaps not so faraway today
As information’s technical recognizance
Kicks in
More to survive
Even though I’m old
I will be born anew again

To actually one day stop wishing
On a star
One of those wild dreams
That fade slowly away
That never had much hope to come true
As regards my heart
Who do you think you are
Certainly not to get away from you
In hopes to survive
In adoration of the light


The Show Must Go On

The Show Must Go On

So what if you’re heart is broken
It will heal
It will live again
It will rise
And stream like sunlight
Through the land of rock and roll

Once again
Like visions of sugar plums
Opening up in your soul

Like the ridiculous
Bottom line
We’re somehow
Already supposed to know

If it’s as a stand in
For a whole nother show
That must go on…


The Great Benefactor

The Great Benefactor

Somewhere within
A great benefactor
Would you perceive it
As a woman or a man?

Who cares what our perception is?

Lets shuffle the binary deck
Let’s roll the duplicitous dice
Snake eyes!
You now glow in the dark
And ask
Why the hatred, fear, death, pain
And all the sadness
If GOD were a nice guy

I think I know the answer
Only drowning souls can see him
So say the great benefactor
Ball don’t lie

Love is the only sanskara
That won’t let go
What should I say
GOD created itself?

I now am humbled before
The great provider
The great leader of the caravan
The great finagler of the impossible
The primordial architect
Of the soul


Flower Of Eternal Love Number 9

Flower Of Eternal Love Number 9

No matter what treasure
What power
What pleasure
Whatever rationalized explanation
Is being sold or offered
Or pre-packaged for consumption
With an unapologetically presumptuous design

(If you stray across that line
You can’t get your money back
And there are plenty of penalties and fines
And unpayable debts to be paid

It’s nearly unanimous
And embarrassingly unwise
To betray the one who loves you
But bold men go where angels fear to tread
Bold men go
And stupid men tread

In the name of the further
And the soon
And the consummate surrender
To grasp that longing
In the loins of your mind
That’s flowing through your veins your blood
Lifting every hair on your flesh
Down to the base of your primordial spine
Springing up
With your reason to be
In your mind
With your reason to believe
My treasure
My pearl
In the silence of your newly found
Flower of eternal love
Number 9


On A Soapbox For Know It Alls

On A Soapbox For Know It Alls

My fellow assholes
I have something to say to you
You know who you are

Take it as a high honor
As a white badge of shining light
If far left and right, radical
Ultra maoist hail hitler centurion
Wannabe jail-keepers
Censor your ass

Take it as a gift from GOD
Take it as a 21 gun
Salute from the soul
The 21st gun is shot

Take the 21st bullet
Into the depth of your heart
But the soul doesn’t die

I need for you to dance
Not just tap your toe
I feel it in my stars
I feel it in your rock and roll
I feel like I owe it all to someone
In this prison without bars
On a soapbox for know it alls
From the hollows of my soul


A Different Kind Of King

A Different Kind Of King

Not every person’s
Station in life
Reflects the quality
Of what they say

I’ve heard heads of state
Say stupid things
You’d normally attribute to a 5 year old

And then a nothing man
Name of Rodney King
Comes waltzing through
And oh by the way
“Can we all just get along?”


You Alone Exist # 58215

You Alone Exist # 58215

You alone know my inner pain
What can anyone else know?
Heavenly Father
You do all that is beautiful and true
Who should I call a liar?
You who pervade
And are the source of all
My savior
Everyone is meditating on you
Everyone begs from you
Whether they know it or not
All are under your control
All kneel to your power and authority
He is a He and He is a She
My king
All will merge and be absorbed
Back into you
Beloved Father
You alone exist


Involution Revelation

Involution Revelation

I can’t put it into words but
The kundalini is the kundalini
Think tesla
All along the base of the sushumna
The ida and the pingala
The living experiential
Igniter of
The inner truth masterpiece
Yin and yang
Awareness ablaze
Saint of energy
Adi shakti
Coiled up in the spine
At the wedding feast
In cana
In estacada
In nature’s palace
Inebriated with holy wine
In a veiled synaptic
Involution revelation
The Individual within all individual
Ocean drops
In the forbidden words of alice
Think you got yourself a winner
Row row row your boat
Gently down the infinite river
Down the infinite gurdwara freeway
Where the guru’s shabad saturates
The soul with bliss
Where the lord’s perfect truth roars
Like a lioness
Like the brilliant white tantra
Of the soul


My Room

I’m taking about that special place
Where race and creed and
Sociocultural struggles
Do not exist
Where hearts don’t break
A place where people find
Their happinesses
Amidst what they can do to give,
Where it’s do unto others
As you would have them do unto you
Where work is worship
Art a prayer
Found in a book of white pages
With no names

Unto the one almighty
Infinite lord of musicality
Where the EYE of eyes shall see
And every knee shall bend
What would a world
Without prisoners do?

But take me back to the source
Without any beginning or end
Pull the shades down
Inside of me
Light a candle so I can see
Pull your heart down slowly
To my room

Thank goodness GOD is love


The Dharma Of The Everything

The Dharma Of The Everything

Work is worship
Especially service thought undignified
But success invites failure
And failure success
While everybody’s at the soiree
There is no religion
But politics
Or there’s nothing but religion

Which is a bridge
Which is a precipice
Which leads to peace
(The person, not the state)
Which leads to the liberation
Of the soul
Which leads to all the grand vistas
Chock full of beautiful
Delectable diabolical
Forms of emptiness
As a goal
With all the buried confidantes
Of hate to lift the latch
Trying to resist
The drama of the NOTHING
In deference to
The dharma