of light and love...

darkness cannot drive out darkness

only light can do that

 

hate cannot drive out hate

only love can do that

to go...

wherever you go

go with

all your heart

let us dream...

a dream you dream alone is only a dream

a dream you dream together is reality

   

 let us dream together

of peace

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide

until the day ordained to die

when all the earth did open wide 

and let them out from deep inside

then those with wings who just were born

when from her deep dark womb were torn 

did rise at last from fields of corn 

to summon forth a new day’s morn 

the waters rose and washed away 

the hearts of those who could not stay 

who with their deeds did dark the days 

and prayers alone could not them save

.

.

.

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -

- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

the seed...

 within the seed 

of your desire

is everything 

necessary for it 

to blossom 

to fulfillment

moon maiden...

like the waning crescent
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight

the walk...

 totem walk me soft

take me down that  path
far from sin's own wrath

take me by the hand
lead me through the sands

take me now through time
tell me you are mine

take me by my heart
play me like mozart

totem walk me soft
fly me far aloft  

totem walk
me

soft

to BE the red in 2011...

these gypsy lips
are red lips
ruby red lips

these lips are powerful lips
lips that can change history
my history even your history
make you change your ways
into their ways
they can cause things to happen
you never dreamed of
never heard of
these lips
can lamblast you
right out of your
little comfort zone
and throw you
for a loop like
you’ve never been
looped before
they’ll pucker and pout
turn you inside out
these lips are talkin' lips

they speak of truth of beauty
of life of love
they speak of me
of you
of us
of possibility
probability
and the physics of both
they speak of passion
of poetry
of poetic passion
of passionate poetry
they speak to you
these lips are loud lips
rambunctious lips
rowdy lips

irreverent lips
they ramble
they recite
they speak up
and act out
they are unruly lips
lips that have no rules
and will break your rules

these lips are happy lips
lips that smile
that open wide
and laugh out loud
lips that love to laugh
at big things
small things
at you
and with you
and at themselves
they laugh

these lips are magical lips
they can charm you disarm you
make you mold you molest you
melt you motivate you
they can turn you into things
you’ve never been before
and make you forget
what it was you were
these lips can take you
on a magic carpet ride
and have you beg
for a one-way ticket

these lips are lovin' lips
luscious and plump
full and ripe
ripe for lovin’ for bein' loved
for living' for livin' more
these luscious lips
will make you
wanna taste 'em
touch 'em
tease 'em
be teased by 'em
make you
wanna kiss on 'em
till you can’t kiss no more
then they’ll have you
comin’ back knockin' on their door

yes, these lips are lovin' lips
these gypsy lips
of mine

the morrow...

walk to the stars
shift from afar
over the moon
to the seif dune
under the sun
golden days spun
stars ordain
nothin’ the same
planets align
travel thru time
make it all mine
holy grand trine
hark the seer
solstice is here
magical year
.

from the edge...

I want to stand as close 

to the edge as I can 

without going over.

Out on the edge 

you see all the

kinds of things 

you can't see

from the center.

the holy affection...

i am certain of nothing 

but of the holiness 

of the hearts affection

and the truth 

of the imagination...

THINKING OF YOU...

DURING THIS TIME OF 

ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS - 

YOUR PRESENCE AT MY LITTLE CAMPFIRES 

MAKES THE JOURNEY

SO MUCH BRIGHTER AND WARMER 

AND I AM HONORED

TO HAVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP!

WISHING YOU AND YOURS

PEACE AND LOVE

love is...

love is my religion

i could die for it

the soul...

the SOUL

is not a finished product -

but a process of BECOMING

WINTER SOLSTICE LUNAR ECLIPSE 12/21/2010

be sure to check out the blog of trish and rob macgregor for the intriguing story of NASA and this year's winter solstice lunar eclipse -

http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/

colonol philip corso on alien technology -

Let there be no doubt.

Alien technology harvested from the infamous saucer crash in Roswell, N.Mex., in July 1947 led directly to the development of:

the integrated circuit chip

laser and fiber optic technologies

particle beam

electromagnetic propulsion systems

depleted uranium projectiles

stealth capabilities

and many others! 

How do I know?

I was in charge! (A matter of public record)

I think the kids on this planet are wise to the truth, and I think we ought to give it to them. I think they deserve it.

Colonel Philip Corso Army Intelligence officer, former head of the Foreign Technology at the U.S. Army's Research and Development department at the Pentagon. Four years director of intelligence on President Eisenhower's White House National Security Staff

all we know...

that love is all there is

is all we know of love...

 

the primeval phenomenon...

beauty is a primeval phenomenon

which itself never makes its appearance

but the reflection of which is visible 

in a thousand different utterances 

of the creative mind

and is as various as nature herself

the timeless glance...

 

glance into the world

just as though 

time were gone

 

and everything crooked

will become straight to you

 

 

the connection...

Human beings are made of body, mind and spirit.
Of these, spirit is primary,
for it connects us to the source of everything,
the eternal field of consciousness.

in the midst...

of movement and chaos

keep stillness inside of you

leda and her lover...

a mythological visit from the god zeus

or an actual visit from an extraterrestrial?

cool and composed...

let your soul stand cool and composed

before a million universes

from socrates...

wisdom

begins

in

wonder

the fluttering of wings...

the fluttering of

a butterfly's wings

can effect climate changes

on the other side

of the planet