No fate but what we make

This life isn't just some whole rehersal
compassion's more than role reversal
this pristine being we are seeing
is the passion, of a soul universal
Stories told in bold existentialist
metaphors twist meaning in this scene, of
dream landscapes painted by the great being
The beauty of the soul's reflection in the depths of love
is all we need know of the perfection of the source above
No need to grasp at the infernos flame
no need to praise it by any name
The nature of existence is not what it seems
Returning to love is sought in endless dreams
We have fight against natures stream
dividing ourselves into seperate beings
Now the time has come just as it seems too late
for the entire collective consciousness to liberate
itself from endless war and bottomless hate
Returning to love is our only fate...

Pearly Tao

Limitless freedom resting in daybreak's light
Raindrops return awakening buddha's sight
form in emptyness like the surface of an ocean deep
great tumult enfolding sky, depths dreamt asleep
Mind dancing through textures, tastes, sights and sounds,
Natures fabric woven spontaneously, sensually found
Embroided with the jewels of indras net,
the selves infinite reflections, yet profound
questions dissolved in a spectrum of sensations
incarnate evolution of introspection
a synphony of synaesthetic experiance
immanent upon this eternal moment
flowing to and from the gentle pearly Tao

absurd cosmic theatre

This universal battle of you versus us is
a global reversal of creative forces
undermining vitality in a suicidal process
absurd cosmic theatre of apocalyptic consequences
in our original seperation from nature and each other
Robotic clones enclose our sisters and brothers
creeping like some kind of box shaped conrete fungus
little square minds divided straight lines amoung us
Men play god, defying nature, defining disasterous
mining the earth and confining consciousness
Unaware there may be some mysterious master plan in this
From the day of our birth we fear death, and the end of this
Our frightened egos construct worlds in shadows around us
with fences and walls our defences from all the others
and all our pretenses constrict and smother nature falls and
our sentence is to witness the sickness we inflict upon her

Zen trip-tych

Silent forest frozen
Starlight twinkles in lucid dream
infinity reflected on open eyes

Thoughts like delicate snowflakes
fall on a still pond
dissolving back into dark sky

Following footsteps in white snow
disappearing into blizzard
almost home

In no time

Thoughts yeild to emptyness
Icons break like brittle vases
Symbols forget their meaning
Egos evapourate in eternity
and empires always fall

Shambala

We are Immortal heroes bound by flesh
Standing between the heavens and the earth
Blood beating on the edge of time,
Our illusory egos ready to yield to the shadow
When this life's flame flickers and dies.
Together we all shine lighting up our world
Each a ripple on the river of consciousness unfurled.
one universe unto ourselves,
entwined in destiny
we become closer the deeper we delve.
One with each other, one and the same.
Trickled down from a single source separated by name.
We decant this vital force from these vessels of clay
anointed in glory we worship this day
falling into our own story as we find our way.
At the end of searching
we transcend who we are,
being on a higher plane,
vision stretching far.

Awakeing

Endless rain weeps from this fearful sky
A requiem in tear drops
This wind rips through the leaves in whispers of epochs forgotten
on its tumultuous journey to the molten blue horizon
Dull grey these looming unforgiving plooms bare down their lesson on idle ears
Apocalypse exploding in slow emotion

And her silent tears like melancholic raindrops fell

Shattered fragments of an obsolete progress mythology lie in ruin on
the scorched poisoned earth of industrial wasteland in this abandoned modernity project.


In the hearth of this fire a new world is forged
One built of passion rising from the ashes of the old world which
falls in burning rage guided by the light of loves flame reflecting
upon myriad heroic acts
escaping the shadows of injustice
Struggling against the dark flood of fear.
As hope flickers dangerously close to the void,
from this ghetto an urban rhapsody is heard


The fall is no mere prophecy
but unfolding reality
determined insanity
ugly reflection of human vanity
upon the black polished stone
of phalic Babylonia

and the only way I can see
that we can break free
from the mediocrity
of this consumer society
is to see the cracks appear
beneath the veneer of this false prophecy

Since our birth reclaiming Eden was our sin
Now saving the earth from the mega machine
must start from within

and all we need is being content
in any event with the full extent of yourself
and the wealth of existence within,
just by being and being just
and freeing our lust for life
and our heart to the eternal love of the liberation
towards full emancipation
we rise to be kings and queens in the palace of mind
free from fear with no need to hide
simply the light of truth inside
forever in love
eyes open wide

Our story begins and ends in the flutter of eternity's eyelids.
Ecstacy and agony in the secret pulsations of our REM mother.
Histories told then untold, lives lived before she wakes,
evaporating like morning due, transcending skyward as morning breaks.

Birds sing, children laugh, sunbeams quiver through the canopy of leaves,
waves break at the edges of seas. How can the world end if not with
the end of all these.

Unchanging transience has washed over all in its wake, yielding
without melancholy to the new form she takes, but what joy of
mortality the gift of the end, each day is forever as I wake to
transcend.