So Long Waiting for You

So long waiting for you, wrong for debating loyalty to your royalty,

Is it for me to say I will see you today than to serve as you deserve?

Or shall I complain of the pain of absence as if it were an offense?

Or be so bold to say your hold on me is completely voluntary?

No, no, I will wait while I satiate my appetite with religious rites,

Crowing toward heaven, knowing you hear, wanting you near,

Burning incense, feeling intense, not wanting to cause offense,

So long waiting for you . . .

So long waiting for you . . .

Great Spirit

Spirit is free to freely move where she will through valleys and hills

Over mountain lakes, thru streams of water, in dreams of children,

Across the plains, within the pain of mortals, in healing touches,

Pealing away layers of deception for the conception of truth,

Lighting the fires of imagination in regeneration of the soul,

Remaking whole the broken man but for the token of adoration,

And Spirit collects the tears born of fear as she hears the cries,

As she moves within, without and all around, bound for anywhere,

And everywhere and nowhere because Spirit is utterly at liberty

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!

Roll the Dice with Layers of Prayer

Happily taking chance and the Table of Life,

Be nice, throw the dice;

Spinning the wheel to reveal Fortune’s hand

O’er wandering band, flowing time’s sand;

Never stopping, always hopping,

Hoping against all hope, stroking sensitive ego,

Refusing to let go, roll the dice one more time,

But this time pray the Lord save the day

Rescue from dismay, this life made of clay;

Amen and Amen.

Approach the Everlasting

To speak of the One who brings to an end the stammering tongue

To ascend the holy Mount never moving further than when begun

To gaze upon Beauty through blinded eyes and to sing the Song unsung

To taste the Bread that satiates hunger yet leaves me starving for more

To dive into the River of Life to drown in order to live forevermore

To grasp that which cannot be grasped and swim in burning fire

And to wholly burn in that sacred Fire never being consumed

Life by and through and within . . . the Everlasting One

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