Ying Yang

A warrior of light shines in the depth of darkness
though fate may present dark situations
they do not blind the warrior
for the light shines from his soul
and what is good or bad anyway?
if not mere creation by the human mind
does a sheep deem a lion 'bad'
for making him his dinner
does the frog view the serpent as evil
for devouring him whole?
so of the warrior of light,
does he condemn a battle as evil
non-battle as banal
or parts of his ying yang?
if the universe or creative spirit
or God as it may be, were perfect
would it create imperfection
or just what IS?

16 Jan 2011

Tradition of the moon

Embarking on a new path in my life’s journey
so compelled to re-read Brida
but fear informed me of my folly
yet the folly was unreal as my fear
I wish to abandon my soul to my dreams
starting a new
creating with positive consequence
but where is the mirror response
where is the guide and teacher to walk with
do some of us warriors have to go it alone?
do some teachers never manifest
that we are to rely solely on guardian Angels?
I no longer fear failure
I have been at the door of hell
and lived to tell my tale
I learn from every bruise and cut
perhaps my current situation of change,
new country,
clean slate and empty bank account
force me to take my path
but any path?
with nothing more to lose
and abundance to gain.
Yet how would I start, who can I ask
to guide me in the Tradition of the moon

16 Jan 2011

Prisoner of Piety

Flesh openings,

dark frolicking

prisoner of my piety

Passions I should have enjoyed

Pleasures I ought to have tasted

Clandestinely devoured,

rocking hurriedly

inserting inappropriately

Stolen, licked in dingy alleyways

shying away from Priests and Preachers

Unseen by the robed Rabbi

Unsuspected by Ayatollas and Monks

I offer my sins for confession

hide my plesures 

at the bottom of my grave

hoping in thereafter
my angels will receive
my virgins will submit




7 Jan 2011

Enlightenment

Conviviality despite triviality

Surprises in the uprisings

Contentedness in my centeredness

Flippant feelings cast away

Swaying in and out of consciousness

Singing in the depth of the subconscious

Wallowing no more in swamps of dissatisfaction

A fraction of my emotions

Bearing gallons of gratitude

For the abundance of the universe

And the grace of gains granted

Contemplating our minds’ conversion

Into peaceful pilgrimages

Partaking in this providence

Pondering the path of enlightenment

5^th Jan 2011

Butterfly Dreams

Warmed by the cocoons embrace

For many days I hibernated

Hanging on this branch

Meditating my role on earth

But now the world awaits.

Waking from my slumber

Darkness all around

Yawning, stretching

Wriggling to be free

To reach the sunlight out there

For this nest no longer homes me

Yet this test no longer haunts me

Spreading my wings

In ecstatic rainbow colors

Tentative kisses to the flowers

Plenty of kisses from the children

In their search of playful beauty.

I’m willing the wind to carry me

To touch and float in the clouds

Riding the meadow bushes

Savoring the morning dew

Before I become one with the earth

Once more to the place of rebirth

10 Jan 2011