Cadence

Words - plugging - internal - holes.
Words not said for the sake of meaning.
Words that I say to fill the pause....
The only space of BE-ing.

Let us be silent a minute or two.
Hear the cellular Presence.
Gentle cadence of "be" and "do"
Reveals itself in that moment.

Duality presence

The "valve" has re-opened. The poetic stream is coming in again - sometimes in a very haiku-tanka fashion [the Flow's choice of form always surprises me].

I am dual:
One part - 100% on the court,
Another is watching....
As cycles of life spin,
As space-time illusion dissolves....
I AM - watching.

I stand in the clearing:
One part invents a new Game.
Another is watching
The cycles unfold,
Butterflies hatch from coccoons
                        Free.....
As I AM watching.
No End.

The Human Journey

Most of the poetry on the NOW Portal is simply a poetic component to the Human Journey multidimensional experience [the "Open Heart" avatar of Fearless is one of the art pieces in this journey]. The message came to me perfect, whole and complete  with a subtlety of a lightning bolt after a profound Dark Night of the Soul experienced in the past year [kick-started by a very close brush with Death]. It has been the most transformational year of my life, and not much continuity exists between the "past life" and what is NOW. Transformation, Re-birth.....re-building. I now feel an urgency to share with my fellow humans the scope of the human experience revealed to me through this process - an archetypal journey through the evolution of the Human Consciousness through an incarnation cycle.  The journey is through a series of Art Portals [each one with a fine-art component, mixed media, a poetic "road sign" pointing to the piece's place in the Human Journey, and a prosaic piece anchoring the Spiritual/Heart portal side to the Cerebral pathways of our comprehension].

The complete work will be exhibited and published shortly.

Becoming Whole

This journey of stairs and corridors -
Some transitions are work, and some - just Flow....
I see myself as a caterpillar,
A time-line of one Being's growth....

I see a lonely spirit,
Cut off by an Ego from Light.

I see a suffering butterfly
Mourning wings burned in the soul's dark night.

I see the wounded animal
Licking its wounds in a cave.

I see a shivering imago -
Now rebuilding and free of the cage.

And, finally, I get a vision -
A vision to which my heart sings:
A Perfect, Whole and Complete Butterfly
Freely spreading her wings.

Forgiveness

All the colour that I hold onto
Is releasing as I understand
All the suffering you had to go through
To get where you now stand.
As I step into the background,
Becoming Presence, the true I am.....
All the meaning is gently dissolving
And I now simply witness
The Game.

Once I've worn your moccasins,
Once I've loved, hurt and lost what you have,
I fully step into the space of Clearing,
The quiet Vacuum free of the past.

I feel at first a gentle trickle
That quickly turns into a flood.
There is simply no room for judgment
In the heart that is filled with Love.

Presence on Thought Patterns

I am your background – sparkling, silent, still.
I am immutable. I AM always.
I watch your web of neuronal connections,
I watch the flow of your thoughts,
The process so gentle, organic,
Yet, so engrossing for you,
That you confuse yourself with it
And completely forget about me.

Step back, I ask you....
For a second.....or a few.
It's not all so serious – you will see......
You'll receive a much greater Power
And no longer confuse thought with me.

Psychological Time

Written: 09/21/09

I am a figment of your imagination.
I only exist in your head.
If you let me, I'll hinder all your creation,
And you will feel stuck until dead.

You voluntarily choose me as jailor.
You have the keys to the cage.
Whatever you choose – to your wishes I tailor.
To flee, you must FULLY engage.