Only then will you know me and everyone else
for the fools that we all are destined to be

I wish I could tell you, but that I can't do
'cause the answer is inside you

There is a treasure more precious than gold
that you have hidden so well from yourself
only you can get at it and bring it to light

The secret password to unlock the shrine
was lost and forgotten in time
and any words used to crack the code
serve only to scramble it more.

Theme Park
Is earth a theme park for souls?
Before we enter do we choose our game?
Is a memory each life's goal,
of who we are and from where we came?

Remember
We sprang forth from our mother, the living earth,
who gave us from all that she is to make our life.
We are born from our Father
who gave us from all that he is to make our life.
Yet we have forgotten this and made an agreement 
with society to adhere to her perception of reality.

The agreement must be broken.
We must find back to our Mother's and Father's truth.
Our Mother is reality
Our Father is reality
Society is a convenience and we are all fools 
who bought into this reality
and don't even see
that we are society
and we think earth is hell
and forget that we re-make our hell every day
all by ourselves.
 

Our inner way
desire for reaching
up up towards the stars
to find love within

Trapped misguided promises
unharvested laughter
misspent love ceased
un-nurtered hope ends whys-

Another eloquent demise

Heal the tears of the world
softly with hopes and smiles
change the mask
lest rifts defeat love

In awe there is silence and freedom
from self talking to self all day long
and that freedom is what it's all about.

In that silence a door is opened
a message waiting to get through
and the message is love

Find again that sense of awe
this powerful tool
to wake up a sleeping fool.

 Besotted by Siren's Song

Entwined in the songs of Shakti
carried along on her harmonies
to the door of my Beloved
humbly asking to be admitted
into the Light
only one can enter - I'm two.
A warrior fool has to be pitted
constantly against his own blight.

Straining to press through the gap between worlds
shocked back by a flash of Light so bright
warriors do what they have to

A dark Christmas tree
If I were a Christmas tree
and each and every instance
of self-importance at play
would be like a candle
I'd be ablaze every day
as if it were Christmas eve.
Instead, every instance
of self-importance
is a little bit of darkness
that hides my light away

Impeccability
even though our own self-importance
wants us to feel needed and wanted,
we should take care that in this mirage
we stay independent 
and let others stay independent of us.

A World of Fools
There is freedom and joy in knowing, 
that we are all fools living a folly.
Sit back, enjoy the show, be jolly

The newborn child - pure being -
conscious and aware,
yet unaware of self - 
self that has to be constructed ere
it can interact with this physical place.

The newborn child, still one with all, 
soon will be split in two.
Of the two one early forgotten, 
the other a ruler of worlds, 
a veritable tyrant to become,
jailer and jailed as one. 

The newborn child begins the task 
of creating a verbal world 
that only makes sense when words are used 
to interpret what physical senses perceive.
What richness this life, yet what poverty!

We live our life in this prison of self 
that we have constructed so skillfully
an irony that we don't even see.
Blind until one day Spirit's beckoning 
stokes the flame that glows softly within
into a fire of burning desire 

Spirit speaks of freedom
love
earth and mountain bugling
home of my peace

illusion--the delicious 
sweetness of lost sobriety
Yet love may change 
weakness and fear
into mastery

look at us laughing
reaching out 
for the stars
inwardly loving

A laughing child 
draws the chariot
from the deep tarry void
uncloaking the light

Where er they unfolded
perfect joy's glowing
loving thoughts 
showing
They were gathering 
dancing starlight 
within

Would that Odysseus 
voice bring laughter 
again to Penelope

Lest we know mastery
open smiles' hopes
and sobriety
weakness remains
in unending circles 
of defeat

 Where is the child
his precious laughter
his glowing light
love is a glass jar

remember
a time of innocence
of lingering laughter
of walking barefoot

Let us be impeccable warriors,
fight those unwitting tyrants: 
our self-importance, 
self-indulgence and self-pity,
those thieves of our energy and power.

In finding rest be touched by Spirit,
find our freedom, our joy, our strength -
discover that life is a miracle.

This living planet and our selves to save
let us be impeccable warriors.