Sunday, October 29, 2006

Call of the Northern Stars

Beyond the furthest reaches of the pale,
distant beach,
farther than the Northlands,
there runs a golden creek.

And all about its banks grow
bushes bright and merry;
their riotous branches covered
with leaves of gold and crimson berries.

Robins, doves, and meadowlarks
in cheerful chorus sing,
the melody rises to the Sun-a far-off,
guilded ring.

Shadows fall at twilight and silver
coats the land-
the shining waters gently dim as
dusk settles in the sands.

And in the warm darkness,
while rose and sandalwood cloy,
in the shimmering starlight comes
the call of Joy.

Pulling you, calling you away
from the golden creek,
inviting you to come away
and find the dreams you seek.

Stirring breezes in the night
bring sudden, swift desire,
and night time's sensuous
beauty fills the heart with fire:

A passion for the wilds,
to walk forgotten ways-
to wieldthe ruins of a sword forged
in long-lost, ancient days.

To walk under the moon and dance
with immortality,
and from the lonely mountains top
hear an elfin melody

Untitled Imagination

Blow out the candle,
snuff and stifle starlight.
Quench the moon
and let your dream take flight.

Come, follow me let me lead you
on into the fantastical realm
where illusion reigns.

Follow the winding stair down,
beyond emotion,
turn your back on reality,
give night song your devotion.

Incense burns in the night pyre of melancholy,
ashes clean burdens off as you enter the Stygian plane.
Float upon the melody that fills this waking dream,
cross the hairline border between concrete and unseen.

Tread upon the field of immortal souls-
drink deeply the waters of eternity.
Embrace your journey out of mortal-bound seclusion.
But dwell in light a little more, and shine for the illusion.


Sunday, October 15, 2006


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help.
You sleep during the day and the nights are short.
By the time you wake up your life may be over.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the
stronger pull of what you really love.
Become the light.

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a
hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.”

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.”

“Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape

from the flame of separateness.”

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust”

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

The fragrance my friend, that floats to you this moment,
streams from the tent, of the secrets of God.

Friday, October 13, 2006


See the truth, and you will see me.

Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then as you stand or walk,Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
Your life will bring heaven to earth.

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.

I teach one thing and one only:
that is, suffering and the end of suffering.

Just as a mother would protect
with her life her own son, her only son,
so one should cultivate an unbounded mind
towards all beings, and loving-kindness
towards all the world.
One should cultivate an unbounded mind,
above and below and across, without obstruction,
without enmity, without rivalry.

"Unruly beings are as unlimited as space
They cannot possibly all be overcome,
But if I overcome thoughts of anger alone
This will be equivalent to vanquishing all foes.

We are not compelled to meditate by some outside agent,
by other people,or by God.
Rather, just as we are responsible for our own suffering,
so arewe solely responsible for our own cure.
We have created the situation in which we find ourselves,
and it is up to us to create the circumstances
for our release.