From Shenandoah
Om Kriya Babaji Namaha
O Babaji the great Purification
Bliss of the universe
The One without fault
Bless this life and that of my friends
Let us be happy and peaceful and well!
So I may love Thee and praise Thee in all forms
Though I need no condition to exchange the unconditional love
For even a thought of Thee is enough
Transcendental expectation
Melts amidst Thine omniscience
Divine Grace follows the patient
Teach me to be patient O Babaji
Forever at rest in Thine arms
Leaning between two boulders I am cradled in Thy love
and softly rocked to eternity, as a mother to a son
Teach me to be strong, O Babaji
forever determined and never afraid
Leaning over the edge
harsh winds whip my face
and tear through all forms and delusion.
I hear your voice, O Babaji
in the howling penetration
I feel your voice too,
in the gentle exhale-
the tiniest warm touch of stillness.
Teach me to have compassion, O Babaji
Thou greatest of friends
The ones without homes
who stash cans in the woods
and brave frigid temperatures alone
All pity me, who thinks I'm giving
when all is given by Thee alone
So take this, O Lord
in the fires of devotion
My heart and life and soul
The bramble sticks of reason
Let burn for their treason
And forever shine forth what is yours.
Here I offer desire
My desire to desire
All of my trenchcoats of sin
I peel off the layers and
offer it forever into
the eternal flame of the
single eye in my head All One
and the same.
And forever at peace
Babaji, Babaji, Babaji
My eternal friend!
Aum Peace Amen.
On the blank page of my life
On the blank page of my life, Lord
let thoughts of Thee fill all the space
with infinite creative freedom
and wisdom beyond the ages-
(Thou art beyond space, beyond time
without limit, without form)
Lord, in Thee I am One with the playful
universe, in Thee I am reborn
as a little child on a divine throne
Tugging on the dress of Divine Mother
"Tend to me, Mother, instead of
all creation. Just for a moment." - I say,
each time I close my eyes and gaze
upward at the point between the eyebrows,
pulsing center of inner universe, my personal sun
energizing and revitalizing a harmonious ecosystem of
27 trillion cells, all calling out to Thee:
God, God, God!
The Astral Sounds
Perfectly still with calmness of breath (OM Peace Amen) / Breathing in the light of ether and exhaling misinterpretation / The first sound awakens gently. Flickering candle suspended – the plume of incense smoke softly rising / Subtle vibrating motion around the golden bowl, slowly, scraping / A resonance unfolding. Merge with it – the voice of repetition. Steady now / The second sound is on a wholly different vibrational rate. Snowy, bright blue twinkling like icicle wind chimes in a cosmic breeze / Listen in the right ear, the positive receiving side of the body. Listen closely, further in, further in – words are just too smudgy now! I’m writing all over it, 1000 ‘its’ in this single pencil stroke. 1000 astral flutes sing their perfect chord – So the Cosmic Bard plays the Song of the Lord.
In Paradise
In paradise we plucked food from the trees /
And we say, God gave this fruit.
On Earth we work to sustain ourselves / And
toil in fields, and cook every day
And clean up the kitchen / And we say, We did
it all by ourselves.
In bondage to the world / The Wheel of Law is
set in motion
And the stars forever display our fate / But
consecrated action outwits the stars
And the bonds of action are no more.
We toil in fields, and cook every day / And
clean up the kitchen
We chop wood and carry water and say, Thy
will be done O Lord
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Garden Universe / Mind Vessel
This Garden Universe, Lotus Land of Buddha,
Stretches vast before behind and all 'round
Gaze 'pon infinite expansion, training
mind-vessel: Star captain, I am-
time begins electric throttle sputters glistening
life-force condensations on the glass boundary
of my skull-helmet
Thoughts are twinkling actual planets
contained raw energy manifests
Bulging, throbbing. Guide mind-vessel
through energy systems trace whisps of
light with my fingertips buzzing intoxicated
and burning self-fulfilling fulfillment
unite my fate with powers of love and will
To be free burns Self perpetual.
Guide mind-vessel nowhere faster and deeper
and deeper within. Nightly meditation: Star-
travel God-communion. O, Dreamer! I put
pencil to paper to bring Spirit to thought
to muscle to words to praise Thee and
Thine eternal Word. From Spirit to Spirit,
Home-empty nothing-bliss void to manifestation,
(keep rowing that love-boat on home,
when you're done you will know.)
Awake
I am awake in the light of my Guru, here! Here is where my Guru is; a single thought of the Lord and I am home.
Guruji! Guruji! Blessed am I in the omnisphere of Thy being, beyond time and beyond space, without limit, without form.
Thou art the air through which this pencil writes, Thou art in the lead and on the page. Thou art with me eternally, O Guruji.
Reveal Thyself! Secret whispering mental yearnings for Thee - this is the gentle ambience of my mind. A soft wind, powerfully constant white noise
- O Guruji! Reveal Thyself! Inw aking consciousness, in sleep, in meditation, when I am and when I am not - the living
breath of Thy being quietly fulfills, tickling my heart strings and loosening the grasp of delusion-born separateness.
This comforting continuity, thread of Thine omniscience - I grasp it firmly. I hold on tight to Thy outstretched hand, O Lord -
Lead me to Thee!
Father, let Thy light shine 'pon me
And Thy love fill the hearts of all
beings everywhere.
Clouds
Clouds are like astral heavens
"like" as in only reflections
Still, I haven't touched a thing
This body is light and passes through this world like a dream
God is real, God is actually real
He is singing right behind me, and dancing above and all around
Dancing, really, dancing!
Here, here, here
God is.
Father, nothing can disturb my yoga-peace.
For Thou art the all in all.
Thou art in everything I see.
Mother
Mother is the playing field of creation
Mother is space
Mother is environment
Mother is winking at me in all the stars in the silent night sky
Mother provides everything, she is the infinite gift
Mother chatsises gently, if you ask for it
Mother tells me to clean my room and get on with it
and pick up trash on the sidewalk and be kind to everything
Playing in her garden as little ego-baby, I watch as Mother tends to all creation
Perfectly at peace under her watchful eye, nothing can ever hurt me.
Maybe I will pick some pretty flowers, and wrap them neatly in twine, and offer it to Her,
I watch in reverence as she lifts the bundle to her nose and inhales deep and a gentle breeze of serene delight smell
of earth, dirt, life in everything
wafts over me,
life in the breeze and
sky and air and emptiness
emptiness everywhere.
Mother is space.
I am hollow bamboo.