Tiny Doses

Tiny Doses

In obedience to GOD
Most times I wind up
Just offending people
It depends a lot
On who decides what obedience is
And who holds the gold

That’s why it’s important
To humble ourselves
Before the Creator
Of all creation
You may find you need
To take a break sometime
As you sell what you got
And you buy what’s sold

All worldly treasure is transient
All worldly pleasure ends
We are remnants imbedded, engrained
Somewhere in Consciousness
If not degraded
Tattooed, carved out in granite
In digital palaces of light
In kindnesses
In rainbows with genuine pots of gold
Not guarded by demons
Or greedy green leprechauns

You are never without a friend
Just knock and the door shall be opened to you
Seek, and you shall find

I am in the dark and out in the open
I try to speak
What’s never spoken
To all the children left behind

We had to figure out what’s up –
Was the universe our manifest destiny?
He laughed and said it’s all about
The multifarious drops conceived
Bubbling up from the core
Of the deep blue infinite ocean
Of humans arriving at the station
We just don’t know we’re there yet

He didn’t hang around for any honors
Or flood us with evangelistic pornography
He did not cause discord or dismay
Or destroy in disarray
He said
Selfless service is the doorway to eternal bliss
For the kingdom of GOD

(Where the silence is
Has been and always will be
Forever eternally spoken
In silence broken
Called infinite love)

Is at hand…

I’m in the basement
I’m in the attic
Where I hide
Under the static

I’m a stallion
I’m a boxer
Watch me rise
I’m a pop star
Where ‘er
Her silent signature

I wouldn’t like
My incorporation
Whether it be in pictures
Or creative discourses
That might appear
In using the name
Or pictorial darshan
Of Meher Baba
As a tool
To somehow validate or invalidate
The sunshine or the rain
Or to make a common bell
Ring richer… truer
In an otherwise hackneyed
Socio-cultural refrain

But to give everyone I can
A particle of hope
In tiny doses
For the Avatar of our age…

Who Holds The Gold

Who Holds The Gold

In obedience to GOD
Most times I wind up
Just offending people
It depends a lot
On who decides what obedience is
And who holds the gold

That’s why it’s important
To humble ourselves
Before the Creator
Of all creation
You may find you need
To take a break sometime
As you sell what you got
And you buy what’s sold

The Epitome Of Love

The Epitome Of Love

The soul is neither young nor old
Good or bad
Male or female
White or black
Happy or sad

Yet is individually unique
In an unnamable
Remarkable way
That only GOD can see
And those that GOD allows to see
Through the eyes of love

One of the reasons i believe
In reincarnation
Is because of all those times
I find myself
Saying to myself

“Give me a do over
With a few more of the facts
With a couple extra details
With a liberal sprinkling of lessons learned,
And i can do much better”

And the irish named it a mulligan or a murphy
Or something
Some kind of law –
Seems as though
When GOD made us the namers
The Irish took it to heart

We have to experience all things
And it takes approximately 60,000,000 lifetimes
Because one of the major differences
Between the consciousness
Of a human and that of a chimpanzee
Is that a human
Can not only think of GOD
But has at least the capacity
To both realize and transcend GOD
And to deeply love GOD

Something a chimp
As it’s soul now stands
Can’t do
Not meaning the soul of humans
And that of a chimpanzees
Are not ultimately one and the same anyway
GOD manifested into the experience
Of itself becoming GOD –
The epitome of love

As is often somehow stated:
True love is no romance
Of flowers and candy
True love requires
Our hearts be broken thoroughly
Then resurrected back up again
In the name of the Lord

Carried Away

Carried Away

Every now and then
I let myself get carried away
I get a little delusional
And imagine people still love me

If I hadn’t imagined GOD
To go on
Without having this love
Would have been hopeless

And sometimes
I even get to imagine
How esteemed I am in your eyes

After all
It’s not so much to be loved anyway
As it is to have
Someone to love

GOD’s Face

GOD’s Face

Every individual contains
A unique aspect of GOD’s love

It’s up to us
To find it
Cultivate it
And express it

All unhappiness springs
From the struggle
Or inability to express love

Most of us are desensitized
And hardened
By the deception
Of illusion and delusion
And can only feel emotional love
If that

Numbed to life
Numbed to GOD
Numbed to each other
Trying to feel GOD
Through the facilities
And limitations of the 5 senses
Invents GOD
Dramatizes GOD
And Kills GOD

Our brain
Even with all it’s capacity
Serves to modulate primarily
By the fear of not existing
And its many forms of death
Rather than reveal pure reality

If our consciousness was
Not filtered with
The brain’s modulation
We would see GOD’s face
As it really IS

Much too much beauty
For us to bear

Prove I’m Not A Robot

Prove I’m Not A Robot

I’m frequently being asked
To prove I’m not a robot
Even just to log into my own email now
And so surreptitiously began
Back in the background distance
No one noticed
The way things always appeared
To always begin to happen
In those days from nowhere spun
The robot wars of long ago
Prior history
Having misremembered the old adage
Somewhere entombed
In the fog of algorithms
“You got your good robots
And you got your bad robots”
An ID and password apparently
Are no longer enough
You have to now be able to
Distinguish yourself from being a robot
Almost like a super clever chimpanzee might
The pictures that have fire hydrants
Or like a dog
Searching for the proper parking meters
We’re lucky to even see
Yeah, prove to me you’re not
A program written
Without any access
To common human courtesy
Shouldn’t it be
The other way around?
Shouldn’t the robots
Have to prove we’re not human
To answer one impossible random question
Something a robot
Neither good nor bad
Ever wants to hear

Why should we do all the work
Endlessly under suspicion
Shift option delete escape

Program ending…

A Sense Of Darkness

A Sense Of Darkness


In this archetypical mansion
There is plenty more room
On the web
For the climb
Up archetypical towers
Down hollywood and vine
Where there is no now
But change
Rushing up and down
The kundalini spine

And you want it with flowers
And you fake it
With a razor blade of lies
It makes a nice tool
Has a harvard business school like
Litany of
Overwhelming trust in power and control
The path a serial sociopath might take
Who wants the darkness darker
With all the hunger that it takes


O cause of causes

Object of our life

Fate of all fates

Architect of destiny

May we be blessed
With the precious darshan
Of your abundant magnanimity

May we give up
The sense of “mine” and “yours”
The sense of our differences
The sense of darkness
And begin to celebrate
Our one soul’s unity
In love’s most precious light

Violet’s Delight

Violet’s Delight

Nothing is forever but consciousness
I heard it in a love song
Romanced and danced and entranced
Just how does one decline
The keys to the city
Of inner treasures?

Are we the tools
Or are we the wise
To kiss the ring
To throw away the jewels
To never smell the flowers
Or cast roses
Or blow kisses like liars
Laying dollars at the feet
Of “The Nothing”
But the truth diamonds lightning
Deep into the nonexistent wires
Through the crux of everything

You love the birds and the shore
And the air and the land
And the moon soaked star drenched
Deep violet flowers

And like a fool
I let you show me
Some of the many
Wondrously addictive adventures
Radiating out from within
Your violet’s delight

Fist (Final)


Unpack my gloves
Lace the ties
I made mistakes
I didn’t think were mistakes at the time
I said things
That should have never been said
I was silent
When I should have been outspoken
I was cloudy
When I thought I was bright
I used good-bye
As my secret deadly weapon
Worse than any fist
Across the face