Speechless Angel Eyes

Speechless angel eyes pleading, prying deep into my soul. She walks away into the night pausing to look back at me as I gaze longingly back at her. Space between mere distance, space between worlds away. I stand as she walks away reaching out to hold her, embrace her, grasping to embrace…nothing…I close my eyes as she disappears into the fog, and see hers in my mind’s eye pleading, prying, bleeding deep into my soul. Angel eyes they see me, angel eyes they need me, speechless gaze washing over me strips away my apathy…once again I feel, once again I breathe, once again I see…Through angel eyes.

Blow, Blow, Hurricane

She was a voodoo woman from New Orleans; he was a burnt-out hippie from Nashville, Tennessee. They met on a Friday night in Jackson Square. He’d been busking on Royal and he needed a light, she had a candle and she was such a sight, behind her Tarot card table and her card-board sign. She read him his fortune and he sang her a song, they stayed out all night long on the bank of the river sipping some home-made wine. Singing Blow, Blow Hurricane, bring on your wind and bring on your rain. Ain’t you gonna put up more of a fight. Blow, Blow hurricane I’m walking against the wind and I can’t feel no pain cuz I’m holding on to something real tonight.

Enclosed Forest

an enclosed forest littered with popcorn crumbs, dirty socks and nail clippings behind a wooden door, bottle-caps and a couple of roaches that bit my fingers the night before…Strung out pair on the window sill airing out their tongues in the winter wind, strings and holes and worn out souls a pair without a friend. Screens panes and mini-blinds strain out rays of light, bricks; mortar and ceiling tiles keep the cell airtight.

Broken Jar

Dripping and leaking reiterates the fact that I’m broken and in need of your grace to replace the tears running down my face, but even those you don’t waste. Crying and weeping because I need you more, my sobs pierce the ceiling as my knees hit the floor tears fall like rain and make a puddle beneath the door as I knock even louder, louder than before…because I need you.

Love

Love is consciousness, an awareness of the continuity and one-ness of all things. Love is the awareness that we all share an essential core that cannot be denied as the source, and root of all that is pure and sacred. The ego is unconsciousness, the illusion of separation identification with a false sense of self. The awareness of unity translates from the spiritual realm to the physical, as time, space, form and substance are no longer regarded as limited resources to be guarded and hoarded by the false self but as an abundant gift to be shared and not possessed or controlled but experienced without greed or attachment among the whole. Fear is the manifestation of the ego, it is the desire to control and possess, attempt to draw energy into itself instead of allowing the energy to flow thru freely.

Third Person Perspective

We live in a three-dimensional world where every story has at least three sides. Every argument, struggle or conflict can be broken down to one ego versus another ego. The only way to end the duality and achieve peace and harmony is to recover the lost dimension of the 3rd Person Perspective. The ascent to this perspective necessitates complete transcendence of the ego (which is the cause of the conflict in the first place) and detachment from the struggle (so as not to be personally identified with either side) in order to rise above ego-consciousness into an awareness of the Whole, eliminating the notions of "us" and "them." If we only had eyes to see from the 3rd Person Perspective we would live in Peace with our fellow Beings. Love is Understanding. Ego is the evil of humankind. The desire to seduce, destroy, and re-create his environment and peers into his own image to manipulate and use for his own intents and purposes, the constant struggle for control and superiority is the evil, sinful nature of man. Pride is a disease, a demonic insanity that possesses an individual to place his throne above God's, his own self interest, beliefs and convictions above Love which is equality in the midst, the center of relationship, community, compassion and understanding. Pride disrupts the perfect order and balance of Love by elevating itself above the sacred circle, using fear and manipulation to impose its false authority on its fellow Beings. The time has come for us and them to forsake all ego-centric power, to over throw the tyrant of Pride that has governed our lands, our minds, and even our hearts. At all cost we have to transcend our own ego's and the systems of hierarchical control that have divided us into "us" and "them" and rise above our religions, races, nationalism, class differentiations, and realize that we are One. The only thing separating ourselves from each other is our egos.

Unwilling Messiah

When a man dares to express himself, power is unlocked and the masses flock to him. He becomes a hero, willing or not he is carried into the public square the road before him paved with palm frawns and the cloaks of men, no matter how loud he protests he is crowned king of the land and placed on a pedestal in the center of town. Organizations are formed with his namesake and his thought becomes religion.
People need a Messiah, a scapegoat, someone to validate the indiscrepancies between their ideals and reality, and excuse to believe, courage to have hope and a vision for a better life, Faith that there can be a better world.
The temptation of the unwilling hero is to believe the mass of men instead of himself. Deep inside he knows that he is not the Messiah but a part of him wants to believe the lie. But once he believes the lie he is at once its captive and the lie gives birth to lies until the man has lost himself in himself and is reduced to an illusion.
A man cannot be separated from his expression. Though he renounce it with curses and burn the books he has written what he once spoke in the light will be echoed through the canyons of time forever more and he will be forced to recapitulate his immortal words for all eternity.
A man is wise when he realizes that the truth that has been revealed to him is a truth that resides inside us all.