Pi

Coming from the Past
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Bringing you a Present
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Incarnate of the Earth
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Living out a Lesson
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Manifesting Form
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The Infinity of Pi
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The will of the Almighty Mote-
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Even Flowers Die

Through the Moonlight

The only thing that is real
is eternal.
We don’t just wash away.
Everything that has ever been
has made it possible
for us to be here today.
My love for you is never ending,
even though I may have to send it
through the moonlight tonight.
You know I am waiting for you,
and I am counting the days
until we can disintegrate.
.
Underneath the waves,
there’s a person
without a place.
Let your surface float about.
Be at peace in this space.
.
We are all in relation,
and there is absolutely no such thing as space or time.
Just the two of us-
male and female,
and our relation
to the energy between our minds.
.
Can you not feel me when I think about you?
I get so lost some times.
I sense you intertwined.
.
I smell your essence.
Your little habits.
True,
when I want you,
I look inside myself for you.

Again

In a soft expression
I gather my senses
gather my sense of smelling, breathing
Consuming the last star in the sky
our hands
our hands have come so close
We are being
We are being worn
and all of the kingdom
all of his majesty
the breast of the loving mother
the sunlight
pressing me into the shape of the glass figure
molding me into me
and into you
play on
remember the feelings
and the times when it is thick
and slow
I almost cry, sometimes
everything is swelling- my eyes are filling
our world has such a feeling
you leave me
you leave me without a breath, and
I am no match
and when the moon comes
when the moon comes again
I’ll meet you where we both know
when we’ll see each other
the little rain
I’m calling you
again

Into the shade

On a small road-
just the desert and me,
I walk alone on a pathway to infinity.
Nothing but sand for miles to see-
following the path is my destiny.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

My feet disintegrate as the burning sand
takes its place in my flesh
(I’m a petrified man).
The sun is my master.
Under I stand.
I lower my head at his mighty command.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

I hear the sound of the coyote.
I see the crow
following me.
I pass the carcass on which they both feed.
Having no concept of hunger and need
I carry on.
I pass the cactus. I pass the bush.

Under the sun to which I succumb
I feel my body begin to go numb.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight
as I surrender to the blanket of light.

Without my eyes, I can’t see the blisters.
All of the sights have turned into whispers.
I must find water, and I must find it soon-
feeling my way as I call to the moon.

“I’ve lost my road- I can’t see my way.
I’m on my knees- please help me,” I pray.
“I’m on my way to the end of the path”
I heard a sound, and I started to laugh.

It’s so familiar, and so far away.
I turn and listen to look for the way.
I feel it in me.
I hear it call.
After a moment I begin a long crawl.

It calls through the wind,
and it knows my name.
The river haunts me.
It drives me insane.
It says to me words that I never speak.
I must have water.
My body is weak.

So far away from the path that I knew,
my vision’s gone, but my direction is true.
The ground is changing-
I can feel with my hand.
A firmer substance is replacing the sand.

I feel the grass.
It tickles my nose.
It feels like magic between my toes.
Then, all of a sudden, I come to a wall.
I hit my head (I don’t remember my fall).

I have a dream in which I can fly.
When I awake I can open my eyes.
I see the wall was really a tree.
It was the shade that had been sheltering me.

I hear the stream, and I see it at last.
I take to running and forgetting the past.
Soon I am free- naked- airborne- jumping in.
I realize only then-
I do not know how to swim.

I fight the current.
I hold my breath.
My weight is determined to lead me to death.
My final shout is less than a cry
as I surrender and prepare to die.

How funny death
is more like a float.
What had seemed certain, now seems remote.
Now that I live, what should I do?
How could I know what I was jumping into?

For the first time I noticed the fish
using their bodies, they go where they wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I am the river.
I am the fish.
Using my body,
I go where I wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I head downstream.
I move with the flow.
Content to live within the boundaries I know.
The banks are changing.
The trees have all gone.
I feel so lonely, but I keep moving on.

Something is different.
I sense something new.
(I put it aside,
but the sound only grew)
I do not fight it, or strive to break free.
I’m in the stream, and the stream is in me.

In the stillness

In the stillness
of my own divinity
I sense throughout the eternal memory
this moment of clarity.
I surrender at will.
Giving way to the current I feel.
Adjusting the flow
around the ground where I grow.
…and this heartbeat I hear
holds me together
as the thought disappears.

The solid tree

I have deciduously stripped my colors,
and drawn in.
Locked inside my house again.
Waiting for the rain.
The candle is my name.
Sending down my roots,
and reaching for the sky.
The cold Earth,
the morning dew,
I still feel you- I always do.
I feel the wind,
and smell the change coming.
I sway in the storm
of this life. I’m becoming
this home.
This hill, this grass, has always been,
and will always be in stone.
I’ve weathered through my years.
As one I stand alone.
Drinking from the stream,
a mighty little sunbeam
comes to be
that which strengthens me.

I Miss You Sometimes

you look so beautiful tonight
you make it hard to breathe
i am leaving the ground
and it feels alright to me

my heart is pounding
we have come so far
in this moment now
together beneath the stars

soon you will be leaving
to journey to the sea
but my heart will be there with you
hoping someday you’ll come back to me

and if inside the sunset
you begin to think of me
know that i am with you
and love will set you free

Divinity

The time I was falling
I was leaving myself behind
I was never there
I was always ahead of time
A vacant space
An open window
A long way down
A blanket offender
A series of mornings
Finding my way home
To the iron earth
I make you my own
My body is weak
But my eyes are cold steel
I will swallow my blood
And chew on the fat
Until my mind begins to heal
I walk with a wind
I puzzle my pound
I stare at the sky
And hold onto my ground

The Journey

I’ve been waiting for a message
Ignoring many signs
Learning how to hear you
Dissolving into mind
Having another answer
Unable to question free
Having only fragments
Anytime you question me
You haven’t made it back
From your journey to the sea
While others search for shore
I wait only for the end of me

Staring at the Sky

Sometimes I feel so alone in this world
on this rock that we call our home.
Sometimes I feel connected to everything
and trees grow exactly as they should.

I know I must not wait for death
even though I love to dream at night.
My thoughts are still most days.
Still, most days are my thoughts.

I’ve been thinking of you,
and staring at the sun.
Far enough away to feel like
I’m the only one.

I have lain awake at night,
while sleeping through the day.
Close enough to you to feel
like I could find a way.