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