As I flowed into mist
The flower showed up,
Dancing in front of my soul
Until I reached forward
With one large inhale.
Synchronizing madness
Into unified bliss
Soaked towards Seva,
Sharing the burden.
Month: March 2015
Ashram Day 1 (day 1404)
Loud flowers spoke a foreign tongue
Lifting branches seeking shelter
Until their tips no longer pointed,
But beckoned in one silent movement
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
Can you cry?
Can you sing?
Can you play guitar until your hands remember
And shake from torment,
Surrendering every precious thought
Holding space where sound is void;
Holding hands where love is all around.
Being, and letting go.
Loosing, but not a game.
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
Love to Give (day 1403)
Simplicity is my open spot
That I have grown to love.
I do not take my life away,
But add to it in bounds.
From here I wish for songs to come
Like a lesson I have learnt,
And here I’ll carry forth again,
With all my love to give.
Country Morning (day 1402)
My roosters play a harmony
That spreads inside my heart,
Waking all the little breaths
Into one large parade.
From here I slowly open my eyes
And let my heart without,
To welcome in new daylight
Soaking in my skin.
My Sensei (day 1401)
I walk across the open ocean
My sensei speaks in broken English
Blue appears in every hue
Sand I break upon my way
Moon Rain (day 1400)
Rain has been falling a thousand ways today,
From every angle and darkened cloud one could ever find up high.
As I lie here attempting sleep,
Rain continues to dance around.
It is here I think to myself:
“Sounds of music
In my ears
Can always carry me,
But this pitter patter
Could never replace
My moon that shines so bright.”
Mother Maui (day 1399)
Palm trees
Red sand
Surf and surf for days
Loaded Gun (day 1398)
Such a waste,
When lying naked
Beside a loaded gun,
That it should find
Itself unfired,
Like our great time of haste.
Hand In Love (day 1397)
Painting all my perfect fingers
The colour of aloha,
I’ve forgot
Her dear sandals
Back at the ocean floor.
But in the fret
I’ve not forgotten
Five tiny darling seashells,
That I picked
While out walking
Hand in hand in love.
Cold Sky (day 1396)
I’ve handwritten hate notes
From left to right,
Memorized verbiage
And recited it (in vain).
But every time your
Sorceress’s purple slash
Glowing culdron green hair
Circles around my mind
And escapes in little
Involuntary gasps,
I remember your name
And speak kindly of love
We never shared,
Of memories we never bothered
To sculp. For time,
Like lost memories,
Has slipped between our footsteps,
Taking our visages
Out from in front of
Ten foot windows
To Leave our strange encounters
Reflecting like
Clouds in this cold sky.