The Landlord...

A heart with sight must write a poem or two

Or sing the thing it sees.

With a neat beat of the toes

It goes dancing down the street

Behind it lie the critical eyes

That have not seen where it’s been.

They would rather end than mend

Their own broken hearts.

Don’t fight the delight that still lives

The surge that urges you back.

The heart is the part we do not own

The rent sent must be remorse

Regret not guilt but grief.

Years of tears make us happy

The morrow sorrow is joy.

Throw your old gold in the gutter

A new you awaits

The Landlord has something better

Just inside the gates.

Faith...

Before I believed, I was unaware, asleep, dead.
I had passion, desire, appetite.
I was dead to higher values, principles, ideas greater than myself.
When I saw and believed in these things,
I was awake, but motionless.
It was faith that let me act with unforeseen outcome,
Act with unknown consequence.
Go forward to be tested,
Go forward into life.
I had learned how to learn.
And that was just the first test.

The Divine Key...

How I long for mystery
The turning of the divine key
And wonder.
What can die transforms
What is eternal transcends.
Higher and higher
On the wings of awe
And the updraft of mystery
From the fires below
Each circuit transcending
From symbols and names
Into the heart
Till nothing remains.
The hearts of the weary travelers
Sing with joy
Can you hear it?

Vanish...

Out from the dust of symbols and names
Comes the host
Would you vanish ignominiously
Would you vanish gloriously
You will vanish.
Truth will not.
Search for it,
Love it,
Fear it,
Unite with it,
Content with it,
Wonder at it,
Become it,
And vanish.

The Fires...

My soul and your soul shine with the same light. 
My mirror and your mirror reflect the same Great Orb.
My will and your will lie in the hollow of the same Hand.
My fate and your fate have the same purpose.
Who would call us different?
Why do we disagree?
What is this great gift we share which allows us to construct differences?
Knowledge, like us, is one; differences derive from ignorance.
Is ignorance the gift we share?
How long will this ignorance survive?
Surely it will not survive the grave.
Why, then, do we cling so tenaciously to it?
Why prefer delusion to knowledge?
Could anything but pride lead us so far astray that we would prefer our own desires above all else?
Once led from the garden we must return through the fires.
The first fire is burning search
And self forgetfulness.
The second is consuming love
Whose flames are fed by the satanic self.
Then you may once again eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge
And know good from evil.
Then you may eat of the fruit of the tree of Life
And escape these differences.

A Blessing from Panama

I moved the bricks and looked into the heart
But I could not release what I saw
Without a blessing from Panama.

Who should be given so great a task
Surely there’s someone else could be asked
With a blessing from Panama.

Whether it’s just or whether it’s not
Who can argue with what has been taught
In a blessing from Panama
.
Three spirits confirmed what others could not
That I was the one who saw
And I had the blessing from Panama.

The first of these spirits was radiant white
Strong, at peace, a perfect delight.
Truly a blessing from Panama
.
The second was bolder and darker as well
Defending me for what I saw
With a blessing from Panama.

The third was light
Too bright for the eyes
Without a blessing from Panama.

These are the spirits behind the brick
These are the spirits I saw
With a blessing from Panama.

deniers deny ...

Deniers deny what they don’t understand
Believers believe what they do.
Whatever you do, whatever you say
Never confuse the two.

Those who believe what they don’t understand
Or deny what they truly believe
Are caught in a spot without any hope
Of anything new to receive.