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

Sweet Sole Spirit of Life

Move so gently ore the deep in soul depth of my keep

An unilluminated world waiting for your bright light

Streaming thru opened floodgate of innate radiance

To belong wholly to you as new creation in formation

Neath your ethereal wings bringing life to lifelessness

To ever abide in your shadow as one suppliant bride

So compliant, never defiant, always reliant upon you

Sweet sole Spirit of Life

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

Elysium

So far away, Elysium, where day never ends and the cabernet freely flows,

Receive me in your blessed abode, leave me not alone, deceive me no more,

For I was born for your shores, sworn for your stores of golden grain evermore,

Will you take me in to begin again, new life in perfection without soul defection,

Hope everlasting, never asking for peace, for war to cease, nothing to increase,

Never alone, always shone great wonders untold, spirit so bold, lover to hold,

Now so close, Elysium, in never-ending beginning, singing with angels winging

Elysium

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

Forever Free in Atman

Fierce, fiery life freely flowing in me, through me, into you, through you

So new, so true, so pure to ignite in the soul an unadulterated coup

Meant to liberate from desolation, privation and divine reprobation,

So we feel overwhelmed and compelled to kneel, to heal in life so surreal,

So very serene, across the ravine of space and time to an unseen union

Of heart, mind and soul, combined into one chi forever free in atman,

To wander ever together in cosmic pastures of endless delight in sight

Self Journey and . . . You

Coming to the tremendously, truly beautiful uncomfortable in my own skin

Racing toward the terrifying, self-denying truth all in order to begin again

Watering an arid wasteland called ‘soul’ to now leave behind what has been

Altering consciousness in opening to the cosmos within your universal sheen

Following you where you’ve been and are and ever will be in eternity foreseen

Crying to be what self has always meant to be in me, far from trouble, so serene

Holding onto the dream of you holding me holding you so close in golden mean

So be bold to take hold against the cold of six-fold winter to remold the Soul . . .

And shall I be there?