Awake

Awake

GOD is ever-present Mercy
Perpetually
A flood of benevolence
A balm for the feet of the weary
Sojourner soul
We the people
Just stop the world
And feel the choir of the Mystery
Of the Majesty
Unconfined through our being
Like a miracle fountain
Just beginning to surge

They clue us in
An unthinkably slow waterfall
Called you live and you learn
A prayer, a lie
Happens predominantly
On different planes or levels
Of our own individually unique
Presence
Within a vast hierarchy of Consciousness
Where we reside as so many awarenesses
Existing
Interacting
In the material
But subtle and mental worlds as well

Please tap into the spaceless, timeless
Infinite Masterpiece
There is hidden a priceless pearl
And all the innumerable avenues true
And false dead ends
On the long and winding road
To the fuming wastelands
Of many apparent catastrophes –

Just bumps in the road
Along the way
Where we fail and fall and die and rot
And rise and are reborn
Built upon the many impossible victories
And disasters
No one remembers
And all the beautiful poems written
Never heard by anyone
But GOD
In the land of no death
And no tears
Only Salvation –

Where we all
One day come to confess
What a long, strange
Trip it’s been
Aways will be
Well worth it
Hallelujah
Beloved Avatar – the real awakener
I’m not going to waste your time –
Meher Baba

I cling to the damaan of
His holy robe of Love
Every human is a seeker
It is written
In the dust of endless Magnanimity
Of a new and more perfect Masterpiece
Awoke awake awakening

Marion Berry Cobbler

Marion Berry Cobbler

Hell is witnessing the damage
Or ill effects we may have caused
In people or otherwise
All of them. Known to unknown
Consciously or unconsciously

All those knotted
Unnatural sanskaras within
Where the dark never dies
Just take a click on this here camera
Well I come from Alabama
Sponsored by them
Dignitaries of lies

But who cares
It’s all Baba
Go look
There’s a strawberry cheesecake
Or coconut cream pie
Imprisoned by our imagination
Here we are
Or maybe I should give
Marion berry cobbler a try

The Sublime

The Sublime

Don’t take pride if you’re a genius
Or can fasten a starship hatch
To balance things out
In another lifetime
You could be a moron
Or vice versa
Reborn as a mountain man
GOD has no gender
As we come closer
To Adi Shakti
We come closer
To the Sublime

The Holy Tabernacle of Love

The Holy Tabernacle of Love

Or when the blood of Jesus
Is the mercy of Meher Baba
Or Mohamed’s midnight ride with Gabriel
From the foundation
Through the stars
Past the artillery, to circumvent
The greed and corruption in Science
You’d think it was the Vatican
You’d think it was Jerusalem
Beyond the manny tombs and ruins
Of the pied pipers
Of mayhem
Opium is the opium of the masses
Certified by science
Assuring blameless greed fulfilled
For the blind masters of unthinkable power
And devastation
Working to destroy
The holy tabernacle of LOVE

Everything I Am Is You

Everything I Am IS You

Everything i am IS
You
Even if your eyes aren’t blue
Even when you pester me
Even when our eyes can’t see
Even when our ears can’t hear
Even when it’s hard to sleep
Even when it’s hard to weep
Know that I’m alive in you
Alive in every breath you breathe

The Mad and the Mean

The Mad and the Mean

Please take this haunted lowliness
And merge it with
Your love
Let me put my arms around
You forever
Lift me like a snow white dove

Don’t worry there’s
A happy ending
With tons of resurrections between
I take the meek and the hopeless
I take the mad and the mean

Wayfarer Station

Wayfarer Station

Everybody’s looking for
That one way sweetness

Everybody’s dying
For a reason to believe

Waiting like a wayfarer
At the waylaid station
For the next
Space/Time continuum
Antigravity machine

Even if we were all
Equivalent millionaires
It would just mean we were all
Now equally poor
Equally bored, equally trained, equally robotic
Equally everything
And nobody around left
To do all the dirty work
From addiction to the illusion
Of false happiness
And her unavoidable companion: suffering
And delusions of power
Through the finer precepts and passions
On the inner autobahns of exultation

Even if I was a great mathematician
And I could extrapolate
The elegance
In every relationship/equation
That caused beauty

I could never equate
Or explain away
The altogether
Startling beauty of Oneness
That GOD’s Love makes

Maya (Illusion & Delusion)

Maya (Illusion & Delusion)

Is a life and death game
No need to do the arithmetic
The handwriting is on the wall
Kisser of Vladimir Putin’s ring
Thrown into the bottomless fire
Into the gnashing and grinding of teeth
There is nothing
That is not of GOD
Layered in a bed of potent endlessness

But I know so little
You might as well
Call it nothing
And GOD IS
Infinite knowledge, power and bliss
Itself

Wisdom innately forever grows & grows
And reaches fulfillment
After you might as well say
60,000,000 or so variegated lifetimes
Or you might as well say
A very long long time –
Unto glorified Oneness
With Conscious Perfection

All that poets deal
Improvise and renovate
All that poets steal
From a future life
Known as time and space
Does not matter

Only Divine Love is real

Sasquatch Hat

Sasquatch Hat

Once I was a weed
And what damage I did
I strangled a whole garden
When I was a kid

Once I was a rock
If you can imagine that
Or the sun
Fueling fire
Wearing a Sasquatch hat

Once I was Tony
Legend in his own mind
Seeding sub sub atomic stardust explosions
Of thought from inside

Game of Love

Game of Love

I’ve advanced just far enough
To know how wrong I’ve been
And realize how right I am

It’s all written in the tragic
Albeit wonderful…
Game of Love