3 Morning Haikus
Sun quickly descends.
Bright stars live in black ink skies.
New suns bring new joys.
The Great Eye opens.
The face turns towards warmth and light.
Birds begin to sing.
Dew grass makes wet feet.
Cold damp, warm sun, happiness.
Green earth. Blue Skies. Life.
Allons! Allons! Allons!
Allons! Come dance with me.
Bring with you the best and noblest of man.
Allons! Come and see with the
greatest eyes visions of blest, blest Eternity.
Allons! Come walk hand in hand
with love towards the gleaming Eternity.
Allons! Come and smell the swiftest secents and
breathe that greatness through and through.
Allons! Come dance with me.
Allons! Come bask here with me.
Bare witness to Life’s most elegant Beauty.
Allons! Come and feel the Sacred, that divine
push and pull of life’s affinity towards truth.
Alllons! Come find your higher mind
through the shifting shimmering skies of Infinity.
Allons! Come and taste the
fragrant aires of love’s promising delicacies.
Allons! Come bask here with me.
Allons! Come sing with me.
Let loose those inhibitions that bind you to meek quietude.
Allons! Come and hear with a fresh and open
mind those sacred warblings of all Eternity.
Allons! Come breathe with me.
Fill your belly – see it rise – and know that tenseness, then release and relax.
Allons! Come and be whole with me.
Expand more and more until you become Everything, and everything is You.
Allons! Come sing with me.
Opportunity
New dawn approaches
with a glistening sun, to
rise always with a
moment of pristine beauty.
Warming emotions
as dreadful thoughts fading fast.
Breathe in this morning’s,
and all morning’s, air to bring
greater clarity
to your soul. Take these moments
to bless and honor
your higher self with divine
intentions – it takes
strength to bare reverence in
each and every act.
And Through The Days
And through the Light of Day
the sun shines a bit too bright,
it’s heat a bit too warm. It burns
all it touches, evaporating bodies
and leaving the vulnerable
star-seed of life’s soul vulnerable
to death’s aching thirst.
And through the dark of Night
the world descends into the
deepening coldness of the abyss.
It comes first as a calming balm
nurturing life back to health. As
night deepens, the coldness
stagnates, stifles, and coallesces
into am icy underworld where
naught but death lingers; forever
putting out the fire of life’s heart.
And through the times between
the bright day and the dark night
life lingers on, hanging by a
barren thread. Thawing out life
in the heat of morning’s light before
that life-granting sun becomes the
desolation of life. Those who survive
the heat through love’s gracious shade,
shall suffer through yet another
night. It forever fends off the cold
fingers of the constellations that
serve as a Light of Hope while
death washes over our bodies
in an icy harness that chokes our
voices to burgeoning quietness.
The Knowing
I know what
the unplanted seed
feels like –
* saved for a purpose, left on
a shelf and then forgotten about
* lingering on for the guiding hand
to make use of me, yet time never comes
* pushed into some dark corner left to
either wither in dryness or rot in dampness
I know what the unplanted
seed feels like.
I know what
over ripe fruit
feels like –
* picked mostly last
in recess and gym activities.
* perceiving my best
was everyone else’s average
* over striving to fill
the cavern of lack in my soul.
I know what over ripe
fruit feels like.
I know what
the unpicked fruit
feels like –
* something must be wrong
(with me) if I am still unchosen.
* my spots and bruises
must be worse than other’s
* perhaps I am only meant
to fall and fertilize the land around me.
I know what the unpicked
fruit feels like.
Esoterica Obscura
There are waves, of
all types, constantly
exploding outwards constantly
drawing life to the event
horizon of our love.
Through secular acts of
faith, life finds that all acts
are rituals of our devotion
towards our higher entity
of love. For all life is a
conundrum of esoterica
obscura. Release. Relax.
Breathe and open up
to the vulnerability
that is your sacredness.
Silence And Stillness
In the cloud of all
things knowable, our lives
live as a manifested
prophecy holding
tight to the spiritual
identity of love; where
duality dissolves into
a unified silence where
peace reigns through stillness.
