that subtle something...

it is not so much for its beauty
that the forest makes a claim
upon men's hearts,
as for that subtle something,
that quality of air
that emanation from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes
and renews a weary spirit -

sacred ground...

the ground on which

we stand

is

sacred ground

it is the blood

of our

ancestors

the voyage...

the real voyage

of discovery

consists not in

seeking new landscapes

but in having

new eyes

dreamers of the dream...

we are the music makers

and we are the 

dreamers of the dream - 

wandering by lone sea breakers 

and sitting by desolate streams.....

for whom the pale moon gleams.....

the bounty...

emerging from his deep abyss

the slimy serpent raised its head

he sought her out upon her bed

and with a hiss and lingering kiss

upon her breasts he dared to feast
for her life he cared the least

he searched for her in times of need

to satisfy his own love’s greed

on her bosom he did suck
in a lustful frenzy all amuck
into her beating heart he did bite
with all his vigorous might

his tongue embarked to do his will
until at last he’d gained his fill
but what he could not see
through his lascivious glee
                       
beneath her bounteous flesh
was the bottomless hole
of her stone cold soul
where his own heart she would enmesh

what he sowed so did he reap
as he gurgled his last in her blackest deep
for his dying soul she did not weep
for in her he had found the primal beast

her

turn
to

feast

and where do you dwell?

i dwell in
POSSIBILITY

to reach...

one man scorned

and covered with scars

still strove with his 

last ounce of courage

to reach the unreachable stars

and the world will be

the better for this

when dragons fly and demons sing...

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
 

of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries

the vestibule...

who knows how many 

fleshly forms the 

heir of heaven 

occupies before 

he can be 

brought to understand

the value of that 

silence and solitude 

whose starry plains 

are but the 

vestibule of 

spiritual worlds

a higher plane...

The possibility of stepping into 

a higher plane is quite real 

for everyone. 

It requires no force 

or effort or sacrifice. 

It involves little more than 

changing our ideas 

about what is normal.

the manifestation...

 the

dancer's body

is simply the

luminous manifestation

of the

soul

words on my birthday...

i existed from all eternity

and behold i am here -

and i shall exist 

till the end of time

for my being has no end -

imagine your desire...

Never mind what is. 

Imagine it the way 

you want it to be 

so that your vibration 

is a match to your desire. 

When your vibration 

is a match to your desire, 

all things in your experience 

will gravitate to meet 

that match every time.

the heart's road...

there is

a road 

in the hearts of all of us

hidden and seldom traveled

which leads to 

an unknown

secret place

the way of peace...

there is no way to peace -

peace

is the way

it's up to us...

we are
what we think

all that we are
arises with our thoughts

With our thoughts

we make the world