Tag Archives: Mystic Poetry

Struck Dumb in the Supermarket Check-out Line

Luminous bodies, drifting and shimmering this way and that in a quicksilver flash of blinking eye contact — Om Shiva – shoppers wheeling baskets of distraction or purpose, hope or fear, through aisles of compounded phenomena not located in any … Continue reading

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After All

Crumbling under the weight of white light, heavy with crystallized patterns of time, snowfields kneel to starfields tonight, yielding to that immaculate depth, host to the ghost of cold fire adorning this magical mountain display.   Poised amidst shifting drifts … Continue reading

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Waking Up Is Hard To Do

My favorite miracle: just appearing here, awake and aware, with nothing up my sleeve but air, and nothing before or after! Whatever happens otherwise is not unlike the made-up stuff mind fashions while we dream. Some say life is but … Continue reading

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Another Night on Earth

The moon is rising swiftly tonight, as if it can barely wait, as if this will be the last and only time, a last and only chance to be fully seen, fully appreciated for the pure transparency of Presence pulsing … Continue reading

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Crown of Creation

1999 Suspended between dark and dawn, a bittersweet loneliness washes over me in this hushed, expectant moment. It is both personal, and yet somehow also a reflection of the collective consciousness. Indeed, there seems to be a kind of wounded-ness … Continue reading

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A Kind Of Knowing

There is a kind of knowing, like a tender touching without hands, which impregnates the whole body in the same way subtle tones of some angelic music sift and drift through the burgundy evening, permeating mind’s secret tabernacle with the … Continue reading

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Home Fires

When mind moves this universe appears, filled with light and sound. When mind returns to silence, not a single ember of it can be found. Just as with a mirror and its reflections, so too are you and I and … Continue reading

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