The Unbroken Path

In the midst of the void God said Let There Be Light
and in this holy instant

we find ourselves unknowingly immersed in it

behind the barrage of shadows that we behold

clambering for the cabbage it takes

to afford a decent survival amidst the dangers

of life, liberty and wild goose chase of happiness

growing from the Earth like moribund dandelions

seeking to spread our seeds to the wind

striving to populate our world

with egos intent on independence,

spores carrying the knowledge of good and evil

and bringing an allergic reaction to Truth

as we gauge whether or not to trust the reality we encounter
stepping each moment from the folly that was

into the folly that will be

persecuting ourselves for our limited perspectives

of life’s kaleidoscope

no longer able to cuddle up in the lap of our Creator

as we dance before the King with somersaults and pratfalls

enmeshed in the shame that His court throws at us

with eggs, tomatoes, and the sticky mess of moral absolutism

But should we regard their mockery

as representative of the Kingdom?

Is our soul’s poverty really the deed we need

to inherit the home we belong to?

Stripped of everything, having nothing to lose,

can we seize our celestial birthright?

The questions leap from the checker boxes of eternity

as other minds seek solace in the game we seek to win

and trumpets bleat like jabberwockies

each time the king doubles up,

calling us to reach the end of the board

yet the expanse stands before us,

the chasm of infinity separating our being from our will be

and we find ourselves unworthy of the dream

as we continue to wipe the muck from our eyes

and see only that which the hecklers have smeared on us

Yet we must decide whether we wear their crust of many colors

or dress ourselves in the robes of our choosing

with the realization that it is we who are responsible

for our wardrobe and how we fill our pockets

As the Man of Miracles spreads his wares on the table

and invites us to use our tools as they were intended

Directing the Heart to Love
Coaching the Mind to Learn
Supporting the Body to Live
Delegating the Spirit to Leave a Legacy
Merging with the flow of Nature

and the grand Intelligence that loves her

in the cosmic kama sutra

Forging ahead with apathetic abandon,

prematurely ejaculating on the road to enlightenment

As the Goddess reckons us again as mere subjects

to the higher rulings beyond our caste

wracked again with the grief of our explosive inadequacy
We find solace in our tears and comfort in the heaving of sobs
Allowing the laughter to overtake us

as we find ourselves again on the floor of the court

and Mother Nature looks from her throne to the field beyond

where we may run free and naked

yet find ourselves dumbstruck in the stern gaze of her suitor
we are paralyzed by the reckoning of authority
But we are not meant to cower. Humanity has a higher cause
and so we allow ourselves to become all that we are

by realizing ourselves as part of the One

for it is the return to our Source that we seek

on this madcap ride of reality

the religiously pious point the way toward this eternal joy

with one hand

as the other wanks them off under their robes

through the simple pleasure of just missing greatness,

we receive shekels where we could have bullion

Will we ever be good enough

to truly consider ourselves made in the image of all that is?

To be used for the eighth day revival of creation?

Or shall we hang our heads again

under the veil of what could have been if only

If in the beginning was the word,

perhaps a new word will start it all again

and we can speak our destiny into existence

But if we say it with want,

we relegate it to the realm of nonexistence

and again find ourselves submerged in lack
But the lack creates a vacuum,

and our imaginations have the power to fill the void

for all things start as a thought
before they blossom from the vortex

and congeal the bounty of being

where we build our nests

from the scraps of relationships past

in the hopes of uniting

with someone just as dysfunctional as us

and finally spread our seed into winds of hopeful change
acknowledging the lessons that sprout in our garden

from the divine out through di branch

When we are taught to learn

from the mistakes that we have made

on our zoetropic excursion into madness

finding our fury in the trail of shattered failure left in our dust
channeling our rage

into the next heat of the race toward self understanding

moving headlong into accepting ourselves

for sometimes coming in first, but often never placing

Do we stand as winners in this game

or merely obstacles for the winner’s amusement?

The matter is that we stand
the difference between being of the earth or trod into it
for our footing has not always been sure
but we have taken each step necessary to get here

and don’t feel like stopping just yet

because there is a surge in our belly

beyond the fortitude of our last meal

at the center of our being,

the flow of who we are pulses with the rhythm of the cosmos

to find that beat, the echo of humanity, is to take the first step
and awaken to Who we are
and find ourselves alone
in intimate solitude with the rest of the populous
to find that our righteousness is the righteousness of the world
letting go of all that weighs us down

in our quest for the metamorphosis we seek

seeking without the need to find
hearing without the need to listen
days come and go and the seasons spin like a marigold carousel
where it stops no one knows
but we all try to be where its gonna stop so we can start it again
we all wanna be winners
to bring something to the world besides potential fertilizer
to be made perfect
blameless in the I’s of those we call They
to vanquish our foes and rise to our challenges
to find the connection in all things
And when we fully listen, before we speak
when benevolence becomes our being
and we comply with the request of the Now
Our imperfections are made perfect
through what we are, did, and do
no longer content to merely theorize about the life we want
or to want for the life we don’t have
but to stand with our Creator in the majesty of the moment
to look back on the steps we’ve trod
and accept the resolution of karma
opening ourselves up to embrace whatever she might bring
sacrificing ourselves to the pyre of our own fate
to be made in the image of the Phoenix
to tongue kiss the grave
and let the birds eat the bread trail behind us
to go deeply into our depth
into the cacophony of stillness
and let go of forever by grasping infinity
There is only one thing we know
and only one thing we need to know
as one drop repeated digs a canyon, one step makes a journey
opening us up to the course of all progress
what our hearts might learn and where our minds might soar
building on the energies that congeal around us
speaking life into existence
so that each word is both a prayer and an answer
to release us from the chains that still rattle in the darkness
the threat of nothing if we shan’t be everything
How do we teach ourselves

to stop doing the things we’ve taught ourselves to love

though they continue to topple every tower we build
but when we simply watch the moment happen

in the eternal essence of now

we find our way through the rubble

to find the person we were looking for on the other side

developing beauty all around you by realizing the beauty in all
letting the light of change shine where death so often lurks
to see that same light within you grow as theirs grows
the true power of love in all of its flow, bliss, highs, and glories
For our call is simply to be all
to provide the action that is called for
in whatever phase is called upon

by the crater-faced man in the moon

to speak what must be spoken for those who yet have no voice
to create our lives

with the talents, skills and resources at our disposal

and find the completeness of life in the life that surrounds us
Synchronicity becomes the most astute technology
as we spread the seeds for its harvest
striving only for doing what can be done
and realizing ourselves as the coagulation of all creation
the elation of existence
the radiance from which life radiates
rising into eternity
Connecting the dots between your thoughts

and the Original Thinker

Seeing beyond the veil of samsara as it is rent in the eye of God
and the vision of the celestial masterpiece unfolds before you
taking in the awe of creation in blissful stillness
cultivating the peace which compels understanding
so that we may be called sons and daughters of God
and return to the paradise of our beginning
the flame in our hearts as the light at the end of the tunnel
and realize this as the day of Atonement
which we share with our tribe
Where our journeys of Oneness have converged
speaking our own brands of truth

through our own brands of insanity

to reach the One Brand of Wisdom

that echoes through our chronology as the Word become flesh
A Word despised by men of force that draws the lowly to Power
infusing the eternal revolution
rising against the gnashing of teeth

into the sweet embrace of Nirvana

beyond the memory set we call self
to wear the crown of our birthright
and Know
that our attention to the web of connection
will always guide us safely through the Unbroken Path.

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