You are my lone star lover How you shine How you hover Even in the darkest of skies
I
I’m just a gross plane drifter A common crypto grifter With a word to the wise
All unsanctioned action or desire At whatever weight Or with whatever fire
Or choose an icy road less travelled And whatever gifted pleasure Is induced or derived An excuse that comes quickly To the rational mind The cost being usually Some imperceptible prison For the karmically blind
Or go ask Captain Karma On the planes In the drama On the streets Beyond the freeways In those “bring us to our knees” ways Where the real gold resides
I bow to the architect of Maya And to the architect of prayer To the architect of the symphony Which makes us all aware
To the architect of angels The architect of rain And to the architect Of the stardust Running round through our brain
Anthony Giammattei was born in 1952 in Albany, New York. He was a graphic designer and a professional electronic prepress technician and consultant. He ran his own computer based pre-press business in Boston for 6 years, 1987-1992. He has a Masters degree in English with a minor in Education from the State University of New York at Buffalo (1975) and Albany (1977). He has spent the past half century studying spiritual and contemplative traditions in the areas of Yoga, Meher Baba, Sikhism, Kundalini Yoga as well as Catholicism, specializing in meditation, asceticism and the contemplative/gnostic union. He has taught innumerable classes of yoga and meditation in Boston, Los Angeles, Tucson, Buffalo, Albany, NY and Santa Fe. He is now retired and lives near Portland, Oregon.
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