There is no greater task than to unmask
The fragile heart, where all of life starts,
and sadly, often retards
those who can think but cannot feel-
its like delving into an icy pond-
and they will never get to the agni of the Real.
If the heart is open how to know
If its love is token
How to know what is vast and unspoken
If one cannot grasp
Where the ego holds fast.
How can love be the answer to the
Complexity of thought?
How can love answer multiple knots
Where endless layers of consciousness
Who can sell or give away
What has not been bought? Or seemingly sought?
In love, intention is tethered to will
That receives its direction
From joyous energizing desire to fulfill
Something beyond the societal mill
Its this spark in the dark
One must ignite
To overcome indecision and fright
To become one with the firmament, one¹s spiritual night.
Is there such a thing as love without thought?
Love that can correct what was wraught
There is always a lesson to be taught
But can you see it?
What¹s the heart´s eye´s lot?
What comes first- understanding the plot?
Untying the knot?
Seeing where the fish is caught?
Gasping at how you have been bought?
Despairing at how you have vainly fought?
How many years you wasted smoking pot?
Worrying if you skin was taut?
And whatever wasteful what-not?
Or, opening the inner chamber doors wide-
Watching to see if your mental sun will rise
If you will be capable to see with your eyes
If you really are divine, in such a
Simple, unfettered way
Flinging the doors open to the Great
What if behind wood, there is just a crate?
What if behind one door, there is another gate?
What if your love is fake?
Somewhere between Ideas and a
There is Art.
And the Samurai Soul Goes That Way
And it does it Today.
That is the answer to the cancer of despair- that
Multiplies like unwanted body hair
In between there is a crack
Out of which bubbles magical fact.
One can only be poised it seems-
And the greatest secret of all rhyme
Is to be balanced and hidden in time
Revealed at the key moment,
Concealed in the sublime.
Heart open unknowing faces the Task, glowing
Ready for God´s showing, forever sowing.
The heart is Art- a fine-tuned
That weaves out of Life
Its efflorescent flower
In full bloom.
This is Desire, carved and pure,
Seeking perfection and happy, happy
When it is near. It is a mind in the
What else could be so dear?
Intoxication with the Present
Culmination of the Event
Brings on a strangejoy, an advent
Of Love´s devotional offspring
Touches the chords of the heart
And makes them sing.
From this, great words ring.
Vocal chords are gates of expression
Ethereal, momentary, they leave
How to train the instrument
How to live in the Vow
One must enter the Valley of Life
And find oneself there-
One must be on that altiplano
The humble heart´s key-
Face your manifest destiny.
When the heart sees the map-
It can let go of all the crap
And feed off vines of mystery-
Flow in reverie
Dark clouds of doubt
Threaten the freedom of the opened-out-
Blossomed space of soul¹s majesty-
How does the heart have clout over
Mental position is a juxtaposition
Of Love and Law-
If you haven´t studied the books-
There´s no bullet for your fast draw
And if you haven´t opened your heart
Your words will always miss the mark.
Oh Great Mirror- do not lie to us!
Reflect with vital force
Where, how our thinking is coarse
Free the foal from its mother
So she can stride like a meta-horse
We will courageously
Begin to See
How we are a part of Thee.