carrying body and soul and embracing the one,
can you avoid separation?
attending fully and becoming supple,
can you be as a newborn babe?
washing and cleansing the primal vision,
can you be without stain?
loving all men and ruling the country,
can you be without cleverness?
opening and closing the gates of heaven,
can you play the role of woman?
understanding and being open to all things,
are you able to do nothing?
giving birth and nourishing,
bearing yet not possessing,
working yet not taking credit,
leading yet not dominating,

This is the primal virtue.
........................................

Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English

beloved .....

spirit moving

intent to fly.....

to live god.

all things
all movement,
all people
evolvement of step
of soul flow....through time

miracles in thought...
the power of prayer...
of enchantments...
of healing...
of spirit
to air....

of creations that make you feel
heavenly care,
rapturous touch,
the taste of a color,
the touch of a hush
the song of a sigh....
to laugh, to cry

cause vision to speak...

time to know
vision here
create a word.....toss a thought


make a prayer....

can we soak ourselves in it...
can we drench ourselves on it.....

love love love

take my cup, of it...
i've fed enough from it...
drink your fill...
soak your soul....

become rabid with it...
build a nest upon it...
tuck soft folds,
of sweetened grass upon it.

love love love...

build your bower..
choose your flower...
cast your soul... at midnight hour.

spill your seed
watch life breed...
upon it...
breathe this love...
feel new life...
expand your sight...
make a change, because of it...

feel your power...
at this hour...
manifest....
accept its depth...

love love love

earth is new...
change your mind...
paradyme....
reach for the end
of gods mind...
image made...
just the same...
jesus knew....
you do too....
open and hear
heavens here...

love love love...

miracles divine....

- blurrrrr the linesssssss -

"we are one".... she breathed....we creative beings...
"all host to god".

ahhhhhsssounds of wind chimes, echosssssss through the air...
a breath...an exhale...

we quest....

to catch sight, to clasp hands, to touch...god / dess...

we want proof...
but, we don't "see" proof...

"flesh of god"! she prays...

"degrees of being", a joy pain!
meant for flesh, much stronger, than i...
i am gone...

gone to create...

create a voice, for this suffering joy...
a mouth of flesh, to speak, to taste....

to titillate, effervescent life.....

this heaven, right here, now....

a small miracle
birthed upon this page...words,
a gift ...inspired... by connection to you...

and in her mind...you whisper.... "proof"...

today my feet have hold of me....
they travel....

"All peoples trail"
is the sign that welcomes me.

the marshlands...place of winds whispering
through waist high grasses....

hallowed ground to birds
and deer
and me....

i make my way, low to the ground, following a creature trail...

mystic place of secrets....dry grasses passing rumors in the wind...

i take cornmeal and tobacco, an offering to
the deer here, who allow my intrusion and will sometimes lick the meal from my hand.

warmth coming from this nest of grass.... a bed, smells like birth....i am quiet here...

so quiet i can hear the fox breathing in his den....or it is the wind...

other creatures move about, and birds are crazy with song.

i am god intoxicated !

i allow myself to be spirit, i soar to see, beyond sight....calling, seeking your witness....hearing your song... feeling your breath.

i move on....

to lay in the sun
on a floating dock, deep in the marshlands....

i sleep...heavenly sense, this floating...

i awake to geese coming in....landing in the water, loudly...
sky now shows signs of rain with an occasional drop or two,

teasing the surface in hypnotic circles... gently...

we are the image...
brightly polished
we are the reflection of
the one...
who is not one, but all.....the beloved...

each lover........the beloved

each beloved......the lover,

seeking unity
together as one...
until no trace,
of you, or me exists...only....

the beloved...

the seeker, and the sought...

the beloved.