Three as One Love

An effusion of words, washing over one another like waves on the beach,

Excitement palpable, three souls compatible, each with another love speech,

Everlasting commitments made in one covenantal union never to breach,

Three companions become one while still remaining uniquely three,

And how can this be?

Love binds together like air the earth and sea,

So they eternally sing together their heavenly melody

And the River Runs

From the beginning of Space and Time the River with chimes of heaven

Flowing ceaselessly, knowing its own destiny, showing its creative power

Flanked by banks of life in myriad colors in the period of temporal existence

With persistence to create, defying the fates of ugly gloom and doom

Making no room for defeat, no need to repeat, she sits in the seat of wisdom

And the River runs though it all, filling humanity’s trawl with Light and Love

Ah! From the beginning of Space and Time the River with chimes of heaven

. . . with the chimes of heaven . . .

Mysterium Tremendum

Something in the void, in the unknown, before time, before space

Something living before life, breathing in the nothingness . . . life

Something radiant before light and dark, radiating in the emptiness

Some One before anyone, heart before hearts, soul before soul

Some One speaking in the silence before speech, Word before words

Some One loving Another, the same One, and Another One

By what Name? Tao . . . Brahman . . . Demiurge . . . Welt Geist . . . God

Unbirthed birth-giver, uncreated creator, unseen all-seeing, all and nothing

Something, Some One unapproachable approaching . . . reaching, touching

Wisdom of St. James

Speak not, O most foolish heart, of what you will do for you part,

From start to finish, your life is not your own, not yours to chart,

For you belong to situations and obligations and so many actions,

And sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers stake their claim,

And who’s to blame, when to their lives you too make a claim?

Ah, your life is not your own, you sit not upon your life’s throne;

Save face and give it back to the One who gave it in the first place!

A Gravel Road Called Glory

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

In an esoteric but grand oratory

So I listened to the man so hoary

He said it was a hard road to travel

Your bare feet get cut on the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

But long’s the way without a sound

Why would anyone want to go?

Why would anyone even show?

This is what I wanted to know

As I looked at the falling snow

With a twinkle in his eyes he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

So I found that road called glory

And I have just begun my story

But I’ve walked for many miles

And have had my share of trials

And so sometimes I wonder why

Why should I even bother to try

And I stoop down low and sigh

And I lay down ‘n pray and I cry

But then I remember what he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

And it’s been a hard road to travel

My bare feet are cut by the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

Along this way that’s glory bound

Because . . .

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

About a gravel road called glory

Interpenetrating Love

I in you and you in me and no room for an ugly jealousy

Chosen from eons ago to forgo selfish self-centeredness

Pierced to my soul by eyes belying the hole in my heart

Filled by love ere asking above my self, O heavenly dove

Greater romance with you through the dance of real life

Living now in perpetual thanksgiving forgiving the past

Who could know greater deeper unity in gifted opportunity

To love ‘n be loved by you who are me in carefree guarantee

Travel, Relax, Rebirth

Travel, relax, unravel and heal such deep wounds you should be dead

Begin again, even in pain, take the first step, and circumvent Hell’s web

Speed through countries and continents, now cognizant and confident

For this is your time to shine, soul design, goldmine of the spirit, fine wine

Stay close to the shoreline, refine your heart, make yourself the better part

Unravel and heal in eternal travel, deepest wounds fading without evading

End of the journey just the beginning, now worthy, no longer pinning

Life infused everlastingly, without vanity, changing drastically . . . for good

In Your Inner Space

Tripping over exotic eye wire, ripping through veil of flesh into your soul

To see the whole of your world, read the scroll of your mystical heart

Not in part but from start of an alluring childhood so misunderstood

But we play there, rest and pray and jest there, sing, dance and hide away

And stay the night till morning dawn in your inner space laced in mystery

No history but what we make our own to own for the two of us in one

And I am happy inside you looking thru your eyes to spy the space outside

Alive more now that I’ve been torn away, born away into your inner space

Beside, Inside, to Abide

Pain ever so deep and wonderful, so constant and fertile,

Longing for you to long for me for all the wrong reasons,

Thankful to feel, grateful to seal my fate with your future

To nurture this bondage of soul to soul to fill in the hole

Left from cosmic decimation of long ago indiscrimination

Of one man and his demand to be you so untrue to himself,

And have we not paid the price ever since in hard penance,

So I treasure this pain, no bane of longing to belong to you,

Only beside you, inside you, to forever abide with you . . .

Never to be you, but only true to my Self within you

Turning on the Edge of Reality

Flying through Time against Winds of Change to rearrange Reality,
Appealing to the Turnkey of Heaven to leaven existence with Life,
Compelling with persistence to pity abject prisoners of the Cosmos,
Who only want to be free to be everything they were meant to be,
And so we’re dancing on the Edge of Reality, advancing to the end,
Another beginning spinning on the axis of Truth without any proof
To tell another tale of remorse and regret and high hope to amend,
If only the Lord condescends to extend Mercy with another chance
In advance of everlasting Grace that makes all things new yet again,
As we keep turning on the Edge of Reality . . .