Things Unseen

Many is the time I have cursed my own sight for its revelations
but what of things unseen?
How much sweeter is the blind kiss, the music without need of a musician?
Indeed, the deepest, strongest most beautiful part of any of us cannot be seen.
The visible, the material often betrays us into assumption.
our instincts the loyal companion,
one would hope.
Some say love can be seen in every single thing...perhaps
if you look soft enough.
Of the things I have not seen; I pray my gaze to find its twin..
Then, and only then may I view my destiny where it always awaited me
within the eyes of my love.

The Happiest Sorrows

At times our flesh adorned with scars that could signify being to hell and back.

a meager toll to feel an instant of true love surge through our very existance.

For every potent tear that cascades down a trembling cheek

may ten thousand kisses fall upon the lips of a lover.

The dichotomy that defines us or tortures us.

Make no mistake this is a choice.

I refuse to allow any pain to distract me from the certainty of joy and the permanence of love.
Each time we open our eyes to a new day, a chance to honour our pain, acknowledge the suffering...
but to decide to create, to embrace choice....to understand that the best reason to survive
is to thrive.

The Wisdom of the Heart.

A student of life;
always wanting to be better, more intelligent.
In many ways... my truth, my love, my joy I allowed all of these to be buried
leagues beneath a mountain of ideas and concepts deemed worthy by another.
Lessons from my heart resonate.
My values and dreams reside there.
A wiser man I may not be for choosing to follow my heart..
but
I am a joyful human, grateful for the opportunity of life

A wonderful teaching III- Internal Fire

There is an elemental stereotype which I believe to be quite unjust.
Throughout history fire has often conjured a fear response  from within the hearts of men and women,
an unfair characterization.
Hephaestus; God of fire, the only God to appear ugly and lame, despite his staggering power.
I believe that as compassionate and intuitive beings we ought to aspire to overcome this fear and progress into a place of respect where fire is concerned.
Fire is beautiful, powerful and magical.
As with most things, the primary reason for the existence of fear is msiunderstanding or indifference.
The Sun's essence is Fire.
This magnificent celestial body provides light and warmth for every living creature on our planet,
further supporting the need to cast off fear of this miraculous element and move into a place of respect and gratitude.
Similarly, every soul has a flame within them burning continuously.
The fires of passion illuminate the darkest corners of our being, banishing our fears if we are only willing.
Love, never equated with cold but warmth, can feed that furnace deep within us all.
Indeed, surrendering to an authentic kiss can cause a joyous inferno.
The warmth of this fire not only empowering us, but those outside ourselves.
  All we require is some understanding and respect.
The only thing we risk burning are antiquated notions of self and some manipulative fairy tails of misplaced danger about this elemental beauty.
Potential is limitless within the embrace of freedom and knowledge.
From this place we are able to rise up like the Phoenix, excited about a new existence,
one grounded in truth and understanding.

A wonderful teaching - II

Powerful cyclones of breath are conceived within my lungs.
These organic winds are not destructive,
but rather life giving, nurturing my soul and empowering my physical body.
Precious energy radiates to the most remote regions of my body
with every inhalation.
My memories, dreams and sorrows all surrender to the cool healing internal breeze.
Calm and quite, a rejuvenating rhythm finds its own  existance next to my heart.

All my brothers and sisters surround and support me, and I them.
As my breath becomes serene so to does mind
Often behaving as a young child, willful and mischievious in need of discipline and love equally.
Placid thoughts
they both exist because of my breath and collaborate with it.
My consciousness enlightened through the gift of air
begins to realize that a lifetime can transpire between two breaths
Within this community of souls that choose to honour mind, body and soul
Breath is the offering we extend to ourselves
Our bodies reward us through through a higher state of awareness
and the windows of our hearts opened wide now to let a greater amount love in.
My community of Yogis; a family of believers that love one another.
This belief is in ourselves as well as the livng things around us.

The song unheard

Your heartlight half-lit,
 as the rusty old lantern hanging out on the porch.
Gasping for that last swallow of kerosene.
A hopeless effort in the wee hours of the morning, to flicker just a little longer,
to continue to dance under the twilight endlessly.
I slide into pity.
I have far more insight into singing the ballad that has no audience... far more insight than I care to.
What storms from within the centre of your heart have pulled you off course? Away from me
Once I sighed in warm confience, feeling each of our spirits moored securely to the tender fortitude of our love.
But now, where have you gone that you are so far? 
not able to hear the symphony of passion rising to serenade you form the depths of my soul.
It feels as though my longings may be anchored to futility.
How painful to tell a loving story, with nobody listening?...
Did it ever exist?
The only evidence of our love; eyes as red as burning embers,
dry and salty creases down my face where rivers of tears raged violently.
I may never sing again.

Electric Sky

Cascading down through an onyx sky
like the phosphorescent root system of a divine flower from the gardens of Valhalla,
a rare display of the powerful relationship between the elements. 
As if a cantankerous child, the fingers of light prod at the apron of Mother Earth.
Paradoxical magic is lightning.
Its essence of electricity, both powerful and dangerous.
Effortlessly illuminating the blackest oceans of sky in an instant,
then vanishing, waiting, patiently and quietly in the darkness to strike again.
Buzzing with the seduction of power and provocatively smelling faintly of danger
radiant arteries surge across the horizon daring any man to capture the elemental divinity.
 Zeus himself, God of Gods singularly, has dominion over lightning
employing its power as fiery spears of judgment to reign upon the unjust.
I stand in awe of its colossal brightness and beauty,
I kneel in respect of its destructive power.
May my life's indiscretions be not so offensive as to anger the heavens,
for one touch from these tentacles of brilliant light would certainly extinguish my own.

A wonderful teaching *1st of more pieces centred on Yoga*

My breath the invitation I extend to the world outside myself.
Life filling my lungs,
Love filling my heart.
My mind though powerful, resigns itself to rest,
as the elementally spiritual parts of my being
 awaken to the universe
and the possibilities within it revealed to me
through my practise.
Worry slips away as ice on peaked rooftop on the first warm morning after a storm.
Through the compassion learned in practise I see my truest self...the energy, and the love within me
reaching ever outward.
I honour what my Yoga practise allows me to release and forgive every day.
But with enormous passion and joy
 I celebrate the sight Yoga has restored to me,
I become more everyday,
My energy larger, but softer
The spaces between myself and all living things getting smaller,
while my consciousness grows continuously.
Namaste'

When we preserve love in our hearts,
keeping our dreams with us during waking hours
seems not only effortless,
but neccessary.

Those Noble Politicians

True;  there are undeniably
some very clever people involved in politics.
Unfortunately a lack of forsight, integrity and wisdom
often nullifies this blessing of intelligence.
Not such a profitable trade off from where I sit.

The Sublime Contradiction within the Lunacy of Love

It occurs to me that I would likely have more success attempting to balance a piano upon the head of a pin than struggling to  reconcile dominion over my dreams.
the contestants? my Mind and Heart.
My heart transcribes the subtitles to an epic documentary; of my pursuit of love
it does so with melting pastels, employing colours there are no words to describe.
My mind is certainly capable of invoking the same sort of nefarious wisdom that my ancestors consulted the 'Green Faerie' to partake of.
A kaleidoscope of candy kisses serve as the lyrical highlights of my career in romance and seduction to date.
Indeed, at times my methods as dubious as some of my mistresses.
It has been said that many of this planet's most sought after maidens will not tolerate 'head games'.
Hmmm.  I find this interesting.
What of Tibetan monks, in this vein?
These uniquely disciplined souls devote a great many hours to meditation..
a significantly cerebral activity...or 'head game' if you rather.
Are there any games that are acceptable within this ludacris 'adult world'?
Am I the snake?
Am I the ladder?
I suppose Cupid must be ajudicator in this very serious and adult human project known as love.
Do you suppose the amorous cherub has sentenced me
 to some sort of ethereal penalty box for 'non-romantic' conduct?
The fragrance of one thousand kisses seal my fate and cast my hunger into a state of frenzied permanence.

Dancing in the Rain

Fate strums at my heartstrings.
A romantic waltz of rich emotion in which I am in the centre of,
aren't you?
Nature the only ballroom grand enough to host this all consuming joyous celebration!
My rational self content to retreat into the shadows and give way to my heart and soul.
Oh, to let my love run free!
like a wild mustang charging across a sundrenched plain simply because it is.
My rhythm and technique are inconsequential. Passion is not deliberate and precise
it is jovial, messy and soft.
Let go.
Give in to the drumbeat.
Dance for the sake of dance. Joy is the only thing you risk.
I close my eyes.  It is as though a musical enchantress adorned with flowers guides my steps.
The rain, like honey falling from the sky.
Every drop that lands upon me is both arousal and applause
I have never been so honest, on display, naked of my modern defenses.
Let this music never end, for within this dance...
I am love.

a New Path

I sensed a change...
a shift in consciousness back to a more familiar, less corrupt self.
Let love revive my resilience of character with a soft kiss; stir the warrior.
Wisdom and courage can be strong allies through the process of awakening.
I seek to enlist all resources available to me, both of the earth and of the mystical.
For those souls sincerely craving truth, it would seem that Aristotle lovingly offers the cuff of his robe so that they may wipe away the tears that first must be cried to allow for growth.
Fallen warriors whisper their secrets of fortitude and cunning to chosen souls.
Their words are delivered to us upon thoughtful, crisp autumn winds.
This wealth of ageless experience and insight more vast than the sky itself longs to be embraced, and demands respect.
Yes, honour thy wounds, but be cautious not to lament over them at length.
Pity is like quicksand, it can be an arduous grip from which to escape.
Our trials and certainly our defeats offer valuable lessons to be learned, lessons deeper than any ocean on this planet await off the battletorn shores of self-discovery and exploration.
Know that revolutions have been born of far less noble motives than reclaiming integrity and healing.
Leaders, true Kings would be well advised to use their influence to spread hope and empowerment among their followers rather than tyranny. There is unquestionably always a cost for cruelty.
There is a profound injustice within history when these ancestral accounts are reduced to fable and fantasy.
A foundational value of the knowledge passed on through history is that it encourages evolution through learning.
What have we learned?
Repeating history does not honour it, but rather demonstrates an apathetic disrespect, not to mention for our forebearers who toiled tirelessly.
Their efforts; the breath that gives life to the lessons so worthy of man's diligent  heartfelt attention.

Dispeling the Myth

WAKE UP!

Its about time someone revealed to you
the terrific potential for humanity
within us all.

A word or two about Nurturers

Teachers are a special family for certain. 
The opportunity to support, nurture and empower those around them would seem to define their purpose. 
Enormous hearts overflowing with love cultivating future generations, teachers have a unique and special gift. 
No matter what is being taught, it is a powerful offering; an act of giving.  The concept of balance needs occupy space within the life of 'the giving soul'. 
 At a time when a need for direction is so evident, these 'bright lights' shine brighter with the intent of reaching as many people as possible. 
The danger facing the nurturer is in giving so much that a type of 'spirit malnutrition' can occur.
It is vital to provide oneself a compassionate sanctuary to rest, feed and love within. 
Instinctively, those born to lead, inform and care for others do so tirelessly.  Demand a portion of your love to be yours. 
Allowing joy in your own life will ensure that your heart remain strong, and that the hands to which that heart speaks  will be around to offer support for ages to come. 
Caring for countless souls demands we start by loving just one; our own.  I do not share these words from a place of mastery but rather from membership of a large number of souls seeking balance.

Saying Goodbye

Old friend;
You protected me in my youth, allowed me the chance to become a man.
On those dark nights that it did not seem I would ever feel warmth again,
you stayed by my side until the dawn.
There has never been a more tireless ally in a thousand years, across countless battlefields.
my debt to you I will repay with compassion and honour, indeed  precious currencies,
not to be squandered.
Now, I stand on the shore of the rest of my life seduced by opportunity and enamoured by possibility.
The armour you helped me forge out neccessity becomes heavier with everyday that passes long after the faces of my foes have dissipated, as if smoke gently carried away by the wind after embers run cold.
I cannot feel love through this iron skin, and it serves me no longer.
You gave me the courage to survive, for this I will be ever grateful, now I must learn a different kind of courage; I need to become adept at compassion...to exchange my blade for love.
You the tactician, fending off all threat.  No more, I now choose trust.
I will honour you for the rest of my days, but I must say goodbye so that I may live my life.
It is the hardest farewell I have ever endured, alas, I must reunite with my heart.
It cries out to me endlessly, I choose to listen, to grow....to flourish.

There are those Spirits that sometimes struggle to express to the world,
like goldfish that swim in defiance of the bowl.
Their gifts are no less special in this world; despite percieved barriers to the appreciation of them
Misunderstanding.....often flirtation with fear.
Resist.  See
every Spirit IS a gift.
There is no expedition needed to find understanding, without first embracing the joy of simple individual expression, in all of its representations.
Acceptance of all the energies outside ourselves, reveals a kaleidescope of opportunity across oceans of time
where beauty is absolutely permanent.
It is human perspective that has become fragile, this knowledge lifts a veil.
in any moment each of us can choose enlightenment,
Now, more than ever, there is a universe crying to be held
Rejoice in warm, radiant, intoxicating possibility, for everything is
Possible