walk with me
where sky leaves air
and cedar forests wind
high into the Cascade Range

climb free
and leave behind
city howls down there
where fear devours
hapless minds

inside that pale blue show
of death-diluted indigo
men walk blind

but where the wild wolves go
a silence-seeker knows
he can find the kind

who know
the similitude of quietude
the becoming unbecoming
of all the human races

the secret places where
dancing wu li masters
bow and turn together

dip and grind

be and do not be

as Formless Shape
winds unwinds
within without the Void
it binds unbinds
all existence endlessly
inside outside time

those have chosen well
who read that tell
knowing the beginning
from the end

and seeing why
the circle ever bends
one into infinity
then back again

exactly where
the Point Concealed
whose spiralling employ
of universe destruction
forever forms creation

for it is there
most beloved one
that I am told
we all come
to behold

Life...

life is not a dream, its real
no matter how hard you try
the shade has been drawn
illuminated, openly displayed
your indifference betrayed

the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your footsteps have faded
you thought you had made it

splintered reality, screaming at you
your worst nightmare construed
flooding through your mind
the doorways of a thousand days
so much wasted, so much pain

the sightless meandering
through the pages of time..
seeker of nothing, lost in his prime
your paths, lost and faded
you thought you had made it

i watched the change in you
overcome by the new
shedding the skin of your past
you moved, a limited view
it could never last
life is but a dream...
breathe...

Peace…

empty your mind of all thought
let your heart be easy at peace
be content in the turmoil of your being
and yet contemplate your return
each being in the universe must return
to the common source....
and in so doing can discover... serenity
if you cannot, obstinate
will stumble in confusion and sorrow
doubtful, resigned, magnanimous
if you can but realize her
you naturally become complacent
disinterested, amused yet dignified
as tender as the infant
far more studious than the oak
immersed in the wonderous
you are finally ready
for your approach to life
when death does approach you
you will long for her hand...

In silence our opened minds
motionless trying to find.

In space dark as night
our spiritual inner-light.

Spiritual vibrations beyond self
where only our minds are left.

Flowing with the rythmn of humanity
far unscathed by mankind´s insantity.

Observing man´s struggle, love and hope
mentally noting in poetry for some to cope.

While earth pulsates in chaos
outside of Heaven´s stars.

Minds receiving mystic portions
about humanity across oceans.

Bathing in moments of stillness
celebrating GOD´S wilderness.

From an inner zen state to see
beyond sights of you and me.

Faith is the hope of things unseen,
but it´s evident of things it brings.

It was prophesized ONE would come,
from His Father, proceeding from-

To teach His Holy WORD,
that all nations heard.

That who would confess His name,
shall be reborned and rise the same!

Now, a Holy Shroud depicting His advent,
proves evident of whom the Father sent.

But, most will remain blind,
with life short on time.