Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Power of Now with You (Illusion of Love)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Love knows no limits
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
beanamo and the i ching
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Bill and a bong(well kinda)
The passion of every moment,
draws the soul into being
By paying attention to what the heart sees,
the road becomes one of ease
This individual choice of perspective,
enables destiny to proceed
Disregarding “should do’s”
Preferring only the “want to’s”
Only you know what your soul needs,
choose your own rules
There is not only one path to enlightenment,
decide on each or your rules in each ‘present’
This paradoxical illusion
is a spiral of duality
Love and fear intermingling
to which way will your heart be singing?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Poetry of a longing heart
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Dreams
The night before last when I was camping at Crab Creek with Kay, I had a dream that I was swimming in the ocean and before I knew it a tidal wave came upon me, although it was moving away from the land and out to sea. The wave was massive and there was no point in me trying to fight it, so I decided to just relax and go with it. I could feel myself breathing somehow despite being under the water as it washed me out to see. Once I was out to see I realised there were trees out there that I could catch onto. The trees were decorated as if people had often washed out to sea and recovered in these trees as a kind of sport. Kind of like at sports and swimming carnivals the stands are decorated by coloured streamers. I realised then that there were thin chains that lead back to the shore, in a diagonal motion. I was able to follow these chains back to shore despite the chains not actually being tied to anything and the chains being quite thin. Once I was back to shore I spoke to someone who asked about the trees. I told the person how the trees have been decorated by people who must wash out to see for sport.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Proclaimers, Bob Marley and the Law of Attraction
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
I took the road that brought me to your home town
I took the bus to streets that I could walk down
I walked the streets to find the one I'd looked for
I climbed the stair that led me to your front door
I'd have Al Jolson sing "I'm sitting on top of the world"
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
To keep my feet from jumping from the ground dear
To keep my heart from jumping through my mouth dear
To keep the past, the past and not the present
To try and learn when you teach me a lesson
And now that I don't want for anything
I'd have Al Jolson sing "I'm sitting on top of the world".
Positive Vibration lyrics Live if you want to live
Rastaman vibration yeah! Positive
I and I vibration yeah! Positive
I a man iration yeah! Irie ites
Positive vibration yeah! Positive
If you get down and quarrel everyday
You're saying prayers to the devil, I say
Why not help one another on the way
Make it much easier
Say you just can't live that negative way
You know what I mean
Make way for the positive day
Want More lyrics
Do you want more (want more)
Now you get what you want,
Do you want more (want more)
You think it's the end,
But it's just the beginning.
You think it's the end,
But it's just the beginning.
Go down back-biter, down back-bite; down back-biter, down back-bite!
Down back-biter, down back-biter; down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back
Monday, August 3, 2009
Restlessness descends upon the freespirit bound by the shackles of committment
on this place, this dead end
there is more out there over the oceans
keel over here and there to meet some friends
get lost in deep conversation
this girl should be free
in the lands of ecstasy
much frollicking to do
and experimenting too
release these shackles of obligation
the people of whom i connect
are my siblings, my sect
our hearts must again join
in a linkage of groin
orgies may happen if desired
but really this girl needs to feel alive
every second to feel that drive
that keeps joy in the heart
like was intended from the start
wish from this job I could get fired
have to push through this challenge
it is a pilgrimage to stonehenge
each step is part of my journey
let go and let god be
let the oversoul enjoy this moment
the goddess of 'destruction' shall be invited
to bring chaos and then with joy let me be reunited
trust in the path, do what feels right
as painful as it is, the rewards are in sight
with optimystic visionary everything will be made clear.
Kali, mistress of Time and Change
may you create upheaval in my life
to resurrect the joy and peace that I have so been longing for
May you clear out my shadow and purify me for the path of love and enlightenment that lays ahead.
Her girdle of severed human hands signifies work and liberation from the cycle of karma. Her white teeth show her inner purity, and her red lolling tongue indicates her omnivorous nature — "her indiscriminate enjoyment of all the world's 'flavors'." Her sword is the destroyer of false consciousness and the eight bonds that bind us.
Her three eyes represent past, present, and future, — the three modes of time — an attribute that lies in the very name Kali ('Kala' in Sanskrit means time). The eminent translator of Tantrik texts, Sir John Woodroffe in Garland of Letters, writes, "Kali is so called because She devours Kala (Time) and then resumes Her own dark formlessness."
http://www.labyrinth.net.au/~jkoch/portalto.html
"Releasing Aboriginal spirits with the combined power of the Spiritual Hierarchy and the Rainbow Serpent"
I'm meant to be here. There is spiritual work to be done here through my presence.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
the freed spirit of prose breaks through the boundaries of rhyme and structure
i cannot breathe regularly
Consciousness and expansion of the observed atom/ego/god/universe
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The light she shines on his dark day is hurtful
How will their heart mend?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Alex Grey & Moqui Balls
What incredibly powerful spheres of matter
Monday, February 16, 2009
My cloud (January 2007)
clouds race overhead
as i think of you in my bed.
they pass me by
without waving goodbye.
but you are the humidity
my sustainability.
ever-present
my fall and ascent.
you are the O
in the air that I blow.
without you I'd only be 'see'
materiality.
so clouds, farewell
in my breath do you dwell.
however i pray that one morn
that shape will reform.
reopen my heart
as you did in the start.
free me of fear
truth reappear.
though for that cloud i am not ready
all pure and steady.
it is my peak
completely unique.
it is my end
on my life depends.
with it nothing matters
so i must first climb this ladder.
made only for me
only i can see.
you are my whole
the drive of my soul.
my everything
my nothing