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Ma Ganges Blessing

I dream of the river Ganges,
mothers bathing their daughters of all ages
healing them of all the harms done
healing me
healing every woman
eternal love all around

all is beauty
peace within
birds sing in moonlight
I hear the distant drums

Colorful saris
flow in the water
violet and saffron
rose and turquoise

Candles float down
the river,
Ma Ganges blessing

I trust the cosmos
and its benevolence
despite the appearance of things

I trust the moon
I trust the drum
I trust the healing waters
of Mother Earth.

an older poem from October 2006

My Perception of Time

All clocks break on me
I'm always in a time warp
Now I'm Doctor Who

walk through a doorway
and everything will have changed
No one notices

Absolute Elsewhere
is where I am half the time
I don't know the Now

The Now has just past
I can only row this boat
I'm sick from the waves

yet we are all waves
together we pound the shore
like a peace movement

we leave behind shells
every action is something
left behind the now

A man throws the ball
and his dog goes back and forth
from the waves to sand

they have been that way
forever, as long as Time
chasing after orbs

pearls are created
in a calm spot down below
out of this sickness

muddivers make earth
make a place for us to sit
to contemplate Time

I always miss things
yet I am still riding waves
I tumble towards shore

I'm nosed by dolphins
when I almost drown in riptide
I swear they pushed me

and I rolled out here
onto the beach in the sun
spitting up water

a little girl laughed
about escaping near death
a sigh of relief

dream gardens: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wildwoodflower2013/sets/72157633457004846/with/8722845495/

Retrocausal Reverie

One night I heard him calling me
he came over me like a wave
rushing over me
like seafoam and anemone
in the basalt
coquina reef
made of lava flow
long ago

In this retrocausal reverie
he reached inside of me
with music he got inside my heart
behind my eyes
within my ears
picking flowers
with my hands
communing silently
a divine distance
so sweetly taunting me
a wise spell holding me

I heard him calling me
in the wind
in the rain
in a song.

Sacred Uproar (with Rob Brezsny) - I Want Everybody

a good dose of pronoia (for educational purposes)

Sacred Uproar: https://soundcloud.com/sacreduproar

Rob Brezsny's Freewill Astrology: http://freewillastrology.com/home.shtml

Rob Brezsny on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rob-Brezsnys-Free-Will-Astrology/133041234078

ready to fly

she whispers words into the night
shaping them into a forest
like green velvet

she melts into a clear blue pool
eager to fly
over the aspens

slender ladies
with shiny sequined
yellow dresses

she walks out into the sun
dancing in the wind
opening arms to sky

Metta animation

the grandmothers


They used to make me laugh
my grandmothers,
the dear old moment
when the going got tough
right on through
the shadow elixirs
all the way
to the great eastern sun

I was protected
by dawn purple mountains
a slow tectonic wave
of an ocean of song

and this morning I hugged them,
my grandmothers
all 3000 of them
all of them buddhas

I don’t know how many exactly
nor how it turned out that way

but so many of them
telling me how much I need
to take a bubble bath
and I make them all
some ginger tea

untitled painting

Monsoon Canyon Storm


Song of thunder
electrical delight

shaking in the canyon
shimmying in the laughter

the relief after
Joy of the rainbow

We are there somewhere
in the layers of that canyon

where a river flows
in deposits of eternal,

earth's akashic records
and the universe preserves
everything

everything to sing
everything into a dream

and agave blooms
in moonlight