Though slave in time and body, She is princess deep inside. Where her friends are loved in heaven, Where her deepest life resides. A symphony of peace and joy The holy garden of her life A host of pure ideas all soar and dive Saints, and Cherubim and Seraphim, All delight within her mind She swims them, surfs them, drinks them. In her innocence she plays in them. And waits and watches good things match with good things, and far much more besides

She sinks her soul like roots
Into the deepest good she knows
Delving deeper into the ground of the awareness
And the good that Angels know
In her yearning for her meaning
Within the greater living whole
Beauty, awesome beauty, builds and floods within her soul
And she knows and flows it
Floods the goodness through her being until her heart can take no more
And turns the flow towards the other hearts she knows.

She is a sign
The burning bush, still unconsumed,
She's known without desire.
And blessed awareness through awareness
She turns a smiling heart towards the poets soul,
and open to his words
Sees virtues flood reach out toward his heart,
and she waits the holy fire.

Warm air speaks like wind to windchimes
The glow of lamp
The wood of poets desk
The waterfall song
The room beyond
A feminine voice deep in goodness

And the smile lights deep
In his heart while he sleeps
In a dreaming more real than the night
He is and always delights to be, the one who truly speaks
The ageless troubadour,
The poet and the muse
The witness of eternity and more

And deep within his being he responds
High on the wings of remembrance, imagination and pure joy
He delights to light her in his memory
Light her rainbow colours
Every room, and place and time
To draw it all together in breath.

Before the trumpet sounds
The holy resonances gather like angels in a host
Form themselves into a cadence, whole and pirouette
And the beauty shapes a smile within a thousand hearts.
For the poet lives in goodness, loves its every ebb and flow
Humble, drowns himself deep in its smallest crystal pool
Hears the songs echo out from every voice within
And the highest and purest good is living and is strong.
Goodness without a compromise
And the songs ring out
Sounding clear in the hearing of the holy.

Then in a cleansing flow
He speaks of what he hears
His words enter. Pure open aware.
Freed of all power.
Yet fully who he is.

And as the Palace walls begin to shake
The princess' room glows iridescent
A rainbow affirmation and showers of living words,
Each line each nuance alive aware,
Bright, creative, clean and crisp.
Years of disinterest and neglect fall like leaves
Ideas, clean and holy, reach up like trees to God.
Reach down like roots into the joy of existence.

And knowing this awareness
The princess sheds all else
Like the source of every spring
She lets all go
She opens full to hear
The ecstasy of joy
She lets it all go free
Extravagant and overflowing good
Like rivers from her soul
She casts all aside for in the song of who she is
Seeking, stretching heart and soul now open wide,
Existential nakedness rejoicing.
Seen and known way deep within, as love way deep inside
within this more than whole awareness
Within this gate of Life
 

 

The Monsoon Wet has come and passed with March now gone The thunderstorms are few and far between, and the earth, the long grass and the swamps now all begin to dry

This times been kind, I've eaten well,
and God's been good,
he constantly restores my soul,
though a humbling limp remains.

And choruses of top end birds still sing for joy,
and the geckos on my wall still watch and wait
And through hot build down days
And nights of this beginning of the Dry
This time of knock em downs,  your fair memory,
the brush of angels wings against my soul
disarms me as I recall your face,
the awesome recollections,
of the beauty of unspoken, openhearted joy.
That once stretched out full and free on the inside.

My melted heart now reaches out
through the once familiar streams of love and grace
that renewed flow forth again now strong and gentle.
And from the centre of a yearning soul,
I see your own.

Across vast oceans and awesome distances,
Out through parched lands on and upward to your still radiant presence.
Surrounded by the heat, the dust and distant drums,
Watched by lions resting in ancient majesty I wait,
and now like blessed wakefulness,
a tiny door has opened in that place
That place where you remember me with care
And no matter how small that place now is,
or what other places there may be
I see your love has been, is now, and always will be there

There are always failed expectations
Pangs of dissappointment and thoughts of different paths
But these are shallow, temporal, and have no power
there is never eternal loss
or second best within the heart of God
And hope and patience celebrated
prepare free ways of bliss through every loving soul.

And at this place of God we both are open,
and we drink as a fountain free
speaks out living new creation
As every listening heart receives the blessing spoken,
and loving seeds for eternity are planted there in the good deep earth of  love and trust
within every eternal sacred soul,
And pure love awaits the holy resolution within the greater whole.

And I am passed vain clinging,
Passed thinking I have power to save sick hearts
weaned off owning and possessing
Released instead to free and healing love
gifting and sharing gentle flight

And in the place of open loving hearts
I hear your gentle invitation
And in humility and openess I now enter without flesh
Recline in bliss,
thrilled by your clear awareness
Your hearts caress and smiling lips,
your womanhood
your shining eyes that kiss and bless
I am held near in awesome holy rest,
and like a thirsty lamb I drink the loving in
I gather all the gifts of love laid out in tenderness
I eat the holy bread, still laid out fresh
Inhale the sweet incense
And stretching out and pressing deep into your smile
I open joy within the castle of your heart,
Joy that runs through passages relaxed,
ways soft like restful sleep
that open deep into the hidden valleys of our dreams.

Small but whole, and wholly open, within your being,
I feel the melody of your song inflame my mind and heart
I light with rainbow hues that inner place where your heart welcomes me
And through the mist, the beauty of your colours shine in the canopy of your wakeful dreams
The harmonys of your song all open wide to sing
And run together, the rivers all now flowing deep,
and extacy of infinite embrace and peace that opens deeper down
way deep
 

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