Supernal Love, Chi to Life

Lover mine with lovely fair skin, open eyes, bare chest so smooth,

Hover over me with flute in hand to stay and play and plant a kiss

Upon my fit lips at the dawn of a new day drawn from your bosom,

And hold me close against the cold in an emboldened living passion

Born of your compassion for mortal creatures you mean to refashion

In the likeness of your light and life, love and truth, peace and beauty

As an everlasting answer to brahmin prayers that wear into samsara

And this chi shall then forever be free to be all of you to be all of me,

So play some life-giving tune of heavenly fruit upon your sacred flute

That this poor boy may ever rest in the riches of your verdurous grove

In the shadow of tall trees near the sea, waves lapping on a near shore

In your place beyond all places in endless space, laced to you eternally

Lamentation of Eve

Questions endlessly come on endless days filled with endless toil in tilling hard earth,

My wandering mind wondering what it is we wanted so very much for such waste,

But, then, did we know better before embarking on the voyage of greater knowledge?

Could we have discerned the difference twixt good and evil with lack of discernment?

And yet you blamed us … you blamed me for destruction, death and damnation of all!

And do you expect me to forgive, when God is incapable of passing by one infraction?

Ah, but this is the consequence, that we should be ever cut off from your communion.

And this because I was fooled into folly, and my foolish husbandman, lighting the fire

That can never be quenched, with screams of humanity that can never be silenced!

And this because I plucked a pear and took a bite? Why not simply strike me down?

Why an ongoing, tedious torture of humanity in this life and damnation in the next?

Ah, but you no longer speak with me, answer, and no longer address me as daughter;

Though I cry to you as the only Father I’ve every known, but you’ve turned your back,

For lack of love, haven’t you? Now there’s only blood, sweat and tears in tilling earth…

And my endless questions…

Most Beloved: Song of John

My eyes penetrate your guise, rough and rugged, to visualize heavenly beauty,
Descended from an almighty Father of lights in an underlying sight of dignity,
Born of woman to be torn upon raising the horn of our salvation in benignity,
With bigotry plotting against your pure chivalry so spitefully to kill innocence,
But you loved with a vast, everlasting love from above, reaching me with love,
And in this was I made your beloved, O beloved, as you bade me abide in you,
Forever true til the death-dew of heaven rests upon my brow, then on beyond,
And on into eternity where once again will I lay my head against your breast,
Hiding myself in the nest of your arms, safe from all harm, alarmed no more,
With kisses of compassion in perfect affection not mired in too-human desire,
And then shall I sing my song, sweet and long, in you where I forever belong

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So Small to Give All

So very small to give all to feed the burning hunger of restless masses,
With but a few loaves and fish, as droves of folk waste from craving
To satiate their soul starvation in deprivation of the atrophied heart,
No finer part to play the day He came than to offer all that was mine,
So very small, to One who could receive and change even that into all,
To satisfy more than body, but mind and soul, too, to bind up wounds
And heal with one everlasting meal made from my bread and my fish,
An altogether heavenly dish, morsels of which may yet feed the world,
So do I continue to give what seems to small … to give of my all to all

Eye of Heaven So Silently Watching

Seeing from scenes of cosmic beauty eerily watching with heavenly eye,
So silently a climate of violence upon earthen home of broken humanity,
Never to blink or shrink from apprehension of the profusion of deviltry,
So devilishly clothed in self-righteous hypocrisy crowning all authority,
Yet you, divine beholder, my heart knows so very well with sign of love,
And from above in celestial abode you reach down and within my soul,
And catch me evermore to press me close, to draw me within to breathe,
To inhale your breath of life to live and to finally believe death has died,
And to lie in your bosom as you yet watch creation’s story coldly unfold,
While you hold your lovers wrapped up in golden sunlight forevermore,
As so many tragic scenes unfold beneath your ever-open all-seeing eye

Cosmic Dance of Joy

On my way from sleep today music from the Cosmos began to play,
So that upon waking I awoke in the truth of the dream of the stars,
Suns and moons and all elementals singing one song bringing joy
In chorus with all heavenly beings flawless in splendorous beauty,
And I chanced to dance in an everlasting trance washing over me
As sea below and sky above flowed into one in complete harmony
With an alluring verdancy of a new creation in lovely perfection,
And I dreamed this cosmic dream would never come to an ending,
Sending me grief or pain, nor deign to leave me in doleful disdain
With no more gain than some sad sweet memory of what was not,
But might have been on starlit night from long-gone ancient ages,
Yet the cosmic music continues with celestial song sung by angels
With you at center round which creation dances the dance of joy,
And so too I dance an eternal dance of a never-ending beginning,
Lifting my voice to you in whom we live and move and have life,
And I only ask you to dance with me this dance for you forever …

And Heaven Weeps for You

To sing to bring humanity happiness in wild free songs to dance,
At liberty we freely joined with you in due reverence as the bard
To guard our souls from blackish Sheol in aphotic midnight hour,
And you sacrificed all in Elfin splendor from tender loving heart,
But envy stirred evil breeding desire to see dew upon your grave
In wave of hatred wrapped in gloom that but sealed their doom,
So then all too soon did you lie in stately beauty so greatly given
By heaven which can now but weep in humbly bowed reverence
To one so precious too soon gone from among we who still long
To sing your eternal song with strings of silver and harps of gold
With untold passion pining for satisfaction in your stalwart gaze
With magical Elfin flute in hand in command of everlasting day,
Yet with harrowing dismay we mortals now deeply weep in keep
With every deity high and low, within and below to show sorrow
That one so ever young should now have sung his last upon earth,
And so will heaven weep as you sleep … ah, the heavens do weep!

Fair Weather Friend: Almost Surreal

Only friend when convenient, never decent enough to please anyone else

Trapped in self-servitude, drinking the poison of crude self-centeredness

Awash in your own fears, tears and a built-up paranoia from many years

With no ears to hear the cries of another, to be bothered with fellow man

But only to make demands grown from the rotten soil of base expectation

In a self-created damnation you do not even realize, so blind your heart,

And who can cure your blighted soul, when you see only your own part,

And how to start living again after being dead to life around you so long,

Or to stir your spirit to feel some pick of pain for another desperate man

When long gone has been any sense of empathy twixt you and humanity?

Yes, you are the quintessential fair-weather friend … which is no friend

Holding On to Sing My Song

Holding on for something clear, for someone near, dear to my heart

And in arms so strong, so safe, never wrong to sing my timid song

Along this crowded path, hearing shouted danger ever nearing now

Squeezing panicky people together under heavy weather of rainfall

Drenching each one in an uninvited monsoon to drown out my tune

Yet this melody keeps on flowing from my lips, blowing in the storm

Because you are here, too, where we can love and be so very free

To one day dance round the Tree of Life with no more need to flee

Sublime Climb to Renewal

Tanaga Tuesday

There is hope for tomorrow
But work to be done today
With some lingering sorrow
Amidst the battlefield fray

And we will make no pretense
Of attitudes quite sublime
While walking thru forest dense
As upward, onward we climb

We do not know the ending
Only that it will be good
While we are slow ascending
Into renewed childhood


Note: The Tanaga is written in quatrains with seven syllables per line and originally with a rhyme scheme of  a a a a,  b b b b,  c c c c,  but in contemporary composition may be  a b a b,  c d c d,  etc. or any other consistent rhyme scheme.