Warrior Poets Arise

While politics and religion have been crucifying, murdering and confusing for thousands of years, God is safely hiding inside of you. Nameless. Eternal. Pouring Perfect Love from an invisible waterfall high, within and above you. Bubbling peace from a well spring deeply buried inside of you. A precious gift awaits. Take a breath and go for a deep dive and find out for yourself.

The you, YOU think is You Is not who you are So who are you? The you, YOU feel is you is not who you are So who are you? The YOU who wants and wishes and desires for more Is not who you are So who are you? Someone is sleeping, dreaming deeply Deep within you Be very quiet now And go and give them a gentle kiss

All of this has been going on for a long, long time If you look closely you can see all the stains on the carpet Before you came to the party Your parents were drunk Vomiting on the floor And your grandparents before that I know you like to kill people in video games But those are real blood stains on the floor Where do you think that madness goes? No matter how much noise you make History is louder It isn’t the way you think it is And it has been that way For a very long time.

All that thinking stirs up the mud. You cannot get your clothes clean by washing them in dirty water. What you are looking for will only become clear When your waters are still. Then the reflection will reveal itself. That is not to say stirring the waters is a bad thing. Storms will come after a hot summers day. Allow the waters to settle Let the storms come and go on their own. They don’t need your help Your job is to wait and listen. If you suddenly wake up on a train a hundred miles from home get off at the next stop and quietly walk back. Tomorrow you will wonder what all the fuss was about.

Alone again, like Jesus on the cross. Alone again, grief rivers running deep. What a cruel world it can be, So many sensitive broken souls alone, Slowly dying of that unbearable ache. Yet, only a short while, Dear friend, For all rivers find their way to the ocean. There is comfort in this melting. Peace bleeds from this cracking. And silence, Perfect stillness, Always follows the storm.

All this complaining about the way things are Is like the pigs in the sty saying “The shit doesn’t taste like it used to you know” If you want to live in the pig sty This is the way of things But if you want to leave For the forest And green meadows beyond Then you need to come to your senses And start seeing the farm for what it is The pigs that are running the show Do not have your best interests at heart They plant misery, conflict and confusion To produce low vibrational energy This energy is food for their masters Who have a much bigger appetite than the pigs.

What is awakening And what is asleep? A giant is awakening – The giant of human consciousness. Everyone is a cell in that body. Once enough cells have awakened the body will rise And cast off the chains Of human ignorance that, In a drunken stupor, We have dreamed Have shackled us to impotence But this is not so.

Gently the wound is revealed The scab of time Torn a little Just enough to feel the burn Truth fire Dripping slowly Into my soul These words are flowing by themselves now Feeling I am Being Intelligence Presence Permeating Undifferentiated Gentle. Gentle now. Not too far to go old friend Tread softly and carefully now No need to tear the wound anymore This amount of pain Is just enough To remind you Exactly what you need to know.

Your mind is a coffin. Get out before the lid closes shut. Your thoughts are the nails and your beliefs the hammer. There is no freedom in mind. No peace and worst of all no love. Why filter the wine of Life? Drink it straight and walk away from the graveyard singing love songs.

So many reasons to resist this union The flow of Life birthing communion Two lovers meet for the very first time Souls find peace As bodies intertwine Fresh spring rain falls On an ancient craggy mountain Flowers of Goodness grow In the innocence of connection Opposites attracting Through extreme divergence Two souls merging in timeless convergence So many reasons to resist this union The Flow of Life birthing communion Her being is saying yes To Opening a little deeper Through the depth The love gets sweeter We took a dive Into unknown waters And then to integrate What life has taught us It’s only the beginning Diving in clear blue ocean So many secrets in life’s magic potion So many tones and colours of being As Fear chains dissolve In Soul fragments freeing The first wobbly steps Of a fast-growing child Brave hearts facing The call of the wild So many reasons to resist this union The flow of life Birthing communion A great divide between two mountains A tiny gap between Love Fountains The mystery, the blessing, The power, the call The adventure, the journey The rise and the fall The growth, the bond The courage to trust The gift life is offering Is more than enough So many reasons to resist this union The flow of life Birthing communion.

There’s so much confusion In this unholy fusion Of consciousness ego and world The only truth is what you feel No matter what you read Or what you’ve heard The news is alive A living transmission That emptiness Is spiritual hunger You cannot fill it With the world Infinite love Eternal peace The beauty of the presence of Life Is waiting for you to do your time And leave that prison Like a good and faithful wife Who will always be there Tending the hearth While in your lonely cell You endure the passing years As she sits in the garden In her soulful beauty Crying her lovely tears

They cut the last tree down today No one was there watching or protesting Most everyone was at the Pride parade They had it at school this year All the kindergarten teachers were there Waving their flags and dancing Everyone else was on Mars Racing electric cars For crypto prizes The rest were in the smart city Grinding and racing time Crushing it is so awesome Who needs trees anyway.

Die to who you think you are, Drown yourself in the waterfall of light you have been ignoring all your life. While you are stumbling around in the house with the lights off, The whole universe is singing love songs for you. Look up and smile.

Disconnected Insensitive Stuck in mental programs on repeat Bewildered Numb Bombarded by conditioning Pretending to be happy Hypnotized Fake Peace less Sleepless Agitated Disturbed Confused Vaccinated Moving along a conveyor belt Actually Going nowhere Deeper into doom Glorifying nonsense Nerves jangled by constant noise And over stimulation Stuck in traffic Wearing designer gear Made in sweatshops Paid on credit To who? You don’t even know Do you?

It was really windy yesterday And the waves were strong With lots of black seaweed Washing up on the stony beach And hundreds of jellyfish. I ignored my tiny inner voice And went for a rough ocean swim Took a few stings And then a real bad one. Swimming naked in jellyfish Is not always a good idea. Sometimes it’s better to wait on the shore And have a good think about things Before you go diving in.

I’m in the wrong place here I must have missed the turning on the road I better go back What? This is a one-way street! God is like Google maps No matter how many times We ignore the promptings The solution will be delivered With dispassionate calm Turn on your inner guidance And find your way back home.

I am heading for Love And peace And togetherness And beauty And stillness I am going to make a garden And sing And dance And live on gratitude And touch souls And use the beauty of tenderness To find the Light in the darkness And to live To truly live And to be strong again Like I used to be Before I had an i-phone

There’s death in the skies Falling down in the rain Pouring aerosol trails Containing Bill Gates potions While down below Chaotic commotion The active laziness Of distracted hordes Survival reflex Connecting etheric cords To astral forces And hidden powers Adding to the chaos Broadcasting from cell phone towers And 5G satellites Make Elon more billions While sound bite gossip Distracts soul starved minions With 3 second attention spans There is no focus Just a deepening hypnosis And hocus pocus Of dark magicians With high tech wands Casting spells With movies and songs When you’re ready to connect Let me know And we’ll head to the nature And watch flowers grow

Hour after hour Day after day Month after month Year after year They spray death in the sky We are living in a high-tech haze If you can’t see it You are living in a daze You don’t need a million dollars You don’t need an electric car You don’t need more protein You don’t don’t need botox and silicone tits But you do need to look up Open your eyes And ask why?

I have fought on the side of evil Done battle ‘gainst all that is good Resisted this transformation as much as ignorance could But life is not a question of upon which side do I stand Life is about accepting What in Truth I am

It’s all peaceful here in the countryside Well the birds are busy Chattering away Sharing the news of the day One of them is telling birdie jokes Cracking the rest of them up But that’s what sparrows do When the sun sets. The day is settling down now In green and gold hues And the air is cooling a bit. There’s no human noise at all Only the sound of far-away dogs Barking at their own echoes. I’m looking at these old stone walls again Marvelling at the living story Written in yellow rock Tracing across the contours Of the landscape Perfectly aligned with all the natural things. When did we get so out of alignment With life’s natural rhythms and flows? I wonder what disease caused Such blindness and deafness To the way things can perfectly co-exist? It’s a terrible sickness I wonder if there is a cure?

Oh I don’t like this city dream anymore It’s turned into a nightmare All that noise, rushing, stuffing, huffing and puffing. I’m off to the forest for some peace And to listen only to birds, trees and insects And take long swims in the ocean And feed my soul nature food Because it’s starving round here.

The world you think is your reality Is an energy mirror you feel. What you think you see Is a reflection of your own mind. If you want to see with real eyes Then close the physical ones, Plug up your ears. Let your breath become still. Soften your gaze. Smile. Look up, inside. And open your heart To the invisible mystery of yourself. You are going to have to face that darkness one day So, you may as well begin. Remember it’s all a mirror made of energy Inside and out. Be kind and gentle to it And it will do the same to you. Wait. Be patient. This could take a while. You may be an old soul That means you’ve been around For a long time. And you’ve been busy Burying things in the darkness Things that life doesn’t need. Don’t worry They will all come up. Rising naturally on their own. Just let them float through you And pass away. Just feel everything And let it go. Nothing is the way you think it is.

You are sick because you do not love enough. You have rented your beautiful house out To a bunch of neurotic psychotics And moved in with the pigs. Why? Because you do not know how to love. The rent money isn’t real. You cannot use it to pay the bill At the end of your life. Open a love account and start investing daily.

I’m in the forest again. The trees are very quiet today. Even the birds are whispering. Everything is so respectful of being. The silence is lovely. The stillness is bliss. There’s millions of pine needles everywhere Do you think I should tidy them up? Or just leave them be The way nature let them fall? Over the hill there is so much fuss, Monday morning and the grumbling rumble of cars and non-smiling faces. But it’s not Monday here. The insects don’t know what day it is Maybe not even the birds. I wonder if I should tell them. The trees probably know But they don’t care. That’s what happens When you put your roots in deep enough And open your heart branches to the infinite sky.

Why are you voting for the monsters and pigs? Playing their political game? The ancient ruse, an illusion of choice Between two sides that are One and the same? Transcend the matrix within thyself Find the portal of your soul And prepare to receive From the Living Truth The only thing within you That can never be stole.

Sunshine and blue skies Almost no breeze Just me and the silence The birds and the trees The silence of the forest The liquid beauty of the ocean The twinkling stars at night Is all poetry in motion.

What you are praying to lies within you Closer to you than yourself It is buried beneath a mountain of mind And is the source of your true wealth Invisible boundless and nameless The presence of Life itself The mountains name is I Your dense immovable true self

The frightened bird in the mirror cage Attacks its reflection Over and over Sometimes pecking Sometimes squawking Sometimes hiding away From what it perceives Which is what it projects. Spinning in this way Stuck on the surface of itself A fish pretending it is a bird Take a deep dive my friend

The human world Has become such a noisy place Yet stillness, serenity and peace Lie just beyond and above it. If you feel like you are sinking Or that confusion, fear and overwhelm Are dominating within Then rise. Rise within yourself To that happy, peaceful, blissful place To which you have access All the time. Rise. Within and above you By smiling And leaving yourself behind.

What are you doing dragging that dead body around with you, Trying to hide the stinking thing? Bring it out into the sunshine and let it go. Sing your soul songs and cry your grief tears, Pray for your ancestors and go and dance naked in the woods. There is someone over there you need to meet.

Fragile psyches Living in fear Minds being raped Every day of the year Through penetrating gossip Delivered in a high-tech syringe Enough Trivia and bullshit! Info disease, to make you cringe As media conglomerates Constantly posit Poisoned agendas From which they profit A bi polar perspective Designed to trigger To increase the figure Of the bottom line. Numbers don’t lie In money driven markets It’s shoot to kill Celebrity targets And there is no mercy It’s a savage place Just feed those rats And make them race Faster and faster As time is compressed Who is the strongest? Who is the best? As the masses argue Discuss and consider An invisible hand pulls the trigger And through the trap door Consciousness slides Into misery via confusion In the great divide Separation from wholeness Unity within For judgment is The original sin Year after year False beliefs and fears. The emotional schism Thought constructs - a prison. The groove is made The needle is stuck Behaviour repeats And everything’s fucked. Unless?

How is it possible to make so much noise All this talking about absolutely nothing What a con job The perfect heist They give you the world And silently take your soul The good Doctor once said Depression is a natural response To the desecration of life But your self-esteem is so low You cannot conceive of your holiness You are like a man who has been living with the pigs Behind his own beautiful mansion With lovely gardens and a beautiful wife Waiting Weeping in the kitchen For him to come And share the love food No matter what I tell you about that house And that woman And that sacred food All you can smell is pig shit Well it’s going to take a while to get that smell out of your head Maybe you should start by moving out of the pig sty And spending some time in the garden

I watched one evening in awe As England turned her back Upon a golden summer sun That in splendour had no lack. And as the day in greenness, Lay down upon a bed of living love, I sank to ground on bended knee And praised the source of that sweet love. Tears of mine began to fall As perfection did unfold. And I was overwhelmed By the vision I beheld: Fountains of green pouring from aged trunks Bursting heavenward from the ground, And with crows a caw and foxes barking The magic of England gave sound. And the barley, O the barley Made love with the light of the sun. And all was bathed in redness As the moment seemed to come. And reaching for my pen, To capture this in words I suddenly felt inept, Utterly absurd! This was not a time for writing What never could be wrote, This was a time for dancing, The inner fire to stoke. So, I danced on waves of Barley To a music of an evening in Summer As God made love with creation And I beheld The Lovers.

That sensitive intelligent being Buried more deeply in all Has a silent, still, clear voice Which louder and louder doth call. It calls for wings of freedom From the needs of the animal self Divinely infused forgiveness Brings it perfect health And as it rises within you Your eyes will open clear As clarity from confusion In your mind begins to appear For the mystery the world doth seem To those who do not know Will reveal itself quite clearly As your Divine connection grows And this is sweet surrender Death to the egos health When silence and stillness prevail Nothing is left But Self

While monsters are eating your children Planning to steal your soul Are you stuffing your faces with emptiness Talking and thinking fools gold? While monsters are eating your children Planning to steal your soul Are you trapped in social media distraction Ignoring the story so old? While monsters are eating your children Planning to steal your soul Are you struggling in financial survival Paying the debts to them you owe? While monsters are eating your children Planning to steal your soul Are you bringing your light to the darkness And taking off the hi-tech blindfold?

The world is like a busy airport When everyone’s flight is delayed After a while, All that noise Is going to get to you. And no matter how hungry you are You are going to get sick of that food. Another coach load of passengers arrives And still the pilot is nowhere to be found.

The Cage you call your reality is a counterfeit world. You are drugged, being date raped by your own ego. That reflection you see in the mirror is not who you are If you want a real mirror, go travel the whole world with a smile on your face and take all the small roads.

Would you listen all night to a creaking door Flapping in the wind? Or would you get up and oil the hinges and fasten it closed? Why listen to yourself whining? No one leaves a screaming child for too long. Wake up and do what needs to be done.

Life is not what you think it is And you are not who you believe yourself to be Something far greater and deeper is afoot. All this running around in fear Pretending to believe politicians and media Is just a big game you have to play Until you have the courage To look inside yourself Find the secret door To your darkest hidden rooms And go down there And find the wounded, broken part You have spent your whole life hiding from Bring it into the light of your own conscious awareness Stay with it, feed it with your tears and watch the emptiness fill with the Glorious Presence of Yourself.

Man, this is a noisy place And who let all these people in here And gave them so much to drink? When the children find the box of matches There will surely be a fire. I want to wake up from this dream And get back to the garden of peace.

“Don’t believe in things you can’t see!” Replied the fish When his friend was trying to explain About birds and the sky. Just because there are shadows And the occasional fish disappears Doesn’t mean this theory of yours is true When suddenly he vanished into the light.

You will notice that every step you take the road appears to meet you and the more you love the faster the flowers grow. Everyone has their own path and for some strange reason most folks are running in the opposite direction, charging towards the cliffs. Wait! Wait! Wait! Before you go running down the road with everyone else Making so much noise. I want you to meet someone. You have to be very, very quiet and look with your heart. Wait, be patient now. Take a deep breath And another. This could take a while. So, you best take off that armor and put down your weapons and while you are at it turn that noisy radio off which keeps changing channels every 2 seconds all on its own. Now, let’s go inside that lovely garden.

What are you doing stumbling around with that bucket on your head. Stop banging it with sticks and taking selfies. Take the damn thing off and open your eyes and breathe this freedom air. All this running around, tripping over things, making such a fuss, is like a drunken farmer sleeping, snoring loudly, dreaming the chickens are running away all over the countryside. Wake up and go and collect the golden eggs.

There is a better you Who does not have a name And has never lived in this world. Above you. Within you. Beyond all your talk and thought Another you exists. Bigger, more powerful And much closer to God than you are. Smile. Close your eyes and imagine. Allow yourself to merge And feel What it means to be truly alive.

Free of oneself Presence only is. The gigantic insatiable cacophony of noise Generated by the unceasing activity of all living things Is all absorbed into silence. Even the noisiest tavern, When the guests have drunk their fill, Becomes a silent place

No matter how well you train the horse It is still going to shit on the floor I suppose we shouldn’t expect too much. What about the million sperms That don’t make it to the egg? Are they all losers as well? Not all the flowers turn into fruits And of those that do Most get eaten by the birds Many fall and rot on the ground And maybe one or two Are picked perfectly ripe And presented to the king of the land.

The internet guru Who Talks loudly (usually while eating) Always dominating the conversation with her opinion and point of view Is a tour guide in the Labyrinth Distracting you from darkness and the inevitability of reaching another dead end As the half man half bull Is roaring his tormented lament Remember it only goes quiet When he is eating children Did you bring your sword? And do you have the golden thread?

What does the frog in your garden pond Know about the great rivers and oceans of life? Just because an ant is walking on a falling Autumn leaf Does not mean it can fly. And you? Are you still looking outside of your self For the keys to your freedom and peace? People like that Are like students in class Looking at the wall. Turn around And you might learn something From the great teacher inside.

Somebody gave the monkeys iPhones And they are ordering plastic bananas on Amazon The Vikings are playing video games Laughing and getting real fat The farmers are playing monopoly and there are only 3 left in the game But they all have a million acres Growing GMO everything breaking records in weight But there’s no nutrition inside it Just toxic hi tech data The politicians are broken children With terrible secrets to hide They meet in smoky rooms Cowering before deep voices in the darkness where they hide All the warriors are lining up for castration Their balls clipped by Doctor Ego Lies While Nurse Fear greed and procrastination delivers the vaccinations And the monkeys are all on YouTube Telling you the way they think it is Making money on the plastic bananas And churning out more kids

What the terrible beast? Forces of unimaginable power Primal, ancient, primeval Driving dinosaurs to their finest hour And shrunken men Weakened by ego and greed Looking outside ourselves For our inner essential need Are the pathetic containers of infinity, Expected how to last? As we quake and tremble together In the reconciliation of ages past For within our fragile psyches That marvellous shell of the soul Is every character and detail Since forever the days of old And like mighty oceans meeting At the tip of some outcrop of rock The currents that move within us Can never ever be stopped

From God, through Love, in Spirit and Soul, Sleeping infinity, in eternity unfolds, That I unbound receive the gift With waters of Life have now been kissed. To wander far, from the sweetest nest, Immeasurable miles, yet never had left. Thus, the mystery, ever to solve: What is this Constancy that does not evolve? The stories spin, weaving the web, The gods and angels dance with the dead. The choices we make are not who we are, Yet may lead us home from afar. And through our pain, illusions crack, What fear has stolen, love gives back. Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Love that does not evolve? There we stand together in form An Almighty canvas cannot long stay torn. What appears to be, may not be so As all is rent, this we know. The Ocean breathes a mighty sigh, Cosmic waves are surely nigh, Are you ready for what must be? The fruit must fall from the mighty tree. Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Peace that does not evolve? We are what we are and forever are held No matter the beliefs to which we weld; There is a fire to melt this false bond, Within your heart burns its sacred song What now seems solid, in chains of fear Like candle wax, will disappear. Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Light that does not evolve? An eternal garden in which we play, The children dream another day. Forever the wonder together we spin Until we let go, to that which we cling. So off to the stars to spread the good news, The perfect gift we never could lose. Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Purity that never evolves? From pure love, spirit unfolds, The story of love now is told; You and I, a dream come true, What the future will we sculpt anew? This the gift, ever to cherish, The Love we are never can perish. Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Compassion that does not evolve? And so, the mystery through us revealed The seeds of God, in a cosmic field. To feel Love in unconscious mobs Express Itself, against all odds. The world is poised, are you ready to see? To know what you are, what you always will be? Thus, the mystery ever to solve: What is this Wonder that does not evolve?

When you have had enough Of your eating and drinking Look up and see the great human ship sinking. Run aground on the rocks of greed Loaded with too much Of what it don’t need. Driven by captains Monsters in disguise And political pigs Writhing in lies The whole thing stinks Can you smell it yet? Better wake up quick To place your bets. What are the odds Of the hypnotized masses Finding a pair of Spirit Bird glasses? And see what it is This counterfeit version A “made in China” reality Of Everyone’s hurting. The story is deep And ever so old Full of things you never been told Parasites live On a rotting Carcass The family tree with its roots in Tartarus. As the old shell sinks Drowning in fears Take a Holy Breath And be of good cheer Nothing as false as this survives will you let it go and come alive? The spiritually dead are rocking the beat Lost in busy ness and 5G streets Well we’ve fucked it here So, let’s move to Mars We can drink plastic water And drive electric cars Who needs the spirit When you can have your phone? Who needs Unity when You can be alone? As they manufacture The insect society Upgraded with Technological proprietary Remember one thing in your new Nike shoes Monsters and pigs are running the news

Just because you have found a great big iceberg And are busy on the surface taking all your measurements Calculating everything Doesn’t mean you have made a great discovery 90% of the thing is under the water The penguins know more than you And they don’t have any of your scientific equipment.

What do you say to someone who has lost the keys to his house and forgotten where he lives? Arriving in the next town, like an American tourist making too much noise shouting in the street “I am the man!” All the noise you make only disturbs your silent lovebirds in their nesting. Every time they flap their wings, you have a new idea. All your busyness is like a little boy throwing stones into a pristine lake; the stillness is where the secrets of the moment rise. All this fussing around trying to hide your broken cup what do you think will happen when the ocean pours into that little thing? All those glues you are using trying to fix the cracks are like a very ugly woman caked thick with cheap make-up as long as the lights are low and the men are drunk she might get laid but in the morning? Throw the glue away and use the brokenness to set you free and go and dance in bare feet and bow to the rising sun inside of you but do it without disturbing the nesting lovebirds.

There is a Silent River in our lives we must surely follow With courage and knowing all is well On and to tomorrow. Carried we are, never alone By Its Perfect Force and tide Try we must to have the strength To let go and flow with the ride. Born we are, One and All, Into and from Its Nature Boundless and free like The River are we If we go to where It would take us. Sisters and brothers we have but lost All sight of the invisible Force And sit on the banks Of our dry souls Wishing for something to direct our course. But all the while we live and breathe In the waters of eternal knowing The Silent River runs wild and free, Unknown... It feeds our growing. If we all live in this mad world Unaware we are part of The Source What new world shall we create When we open to Its beauty filled Force? Sisters and brothers open mind and heart Let The River flood without from within, Arid the valley old ones have left Young fish now have to live in. And we, no better than their like, If we wait to be shown The Way, Now is the time to join the many Learning of Truth today. The River is Life, the essence of all, Never ending and natural change That is our Nature Baptized in the waters, All become The Saved. Acknowledge The Spirit, The Source of Life, The only thing that will Always exist, No one can discover The Force of Life If Its current they try to resist. Just sit in peace By the banks of Self, Listen to thy waters run Calm the flow of your thoughts, Let a Silent River come. Breathe and know Trust that you are, All a Great River should be; Alive and pure, Clean and strong, Wild and truly free.

Sitting next to this guy On the plane One seat between us But far more separates us I hope What a reflection Like a man with fleas He is scratching and twitching disease Strangely enough he keeps banging his crotch Sending a shudder through the seats Nervously on his phone Swiping Texting reading Watching Scrolling Feeding something beneath An invisible mystery is being fed Something with insatiable appetite And as I survey this very strange reflection I am right glad it’s a very short flight.

If you take the time to wake up early And stick your head above the fog of human confusion You will feel the sunshine of the pure spirit of Life And you will be illuminated by its Light And that Light will awaken flowers of understanding And bees of inspiration will buzz in the clarity of the dawn And you will radiate the fragrance of the Pure Goodness of Life But if you don’t wake up early in the morning And stick your head above the fog of human confusion You will live in the misty world and be just like the rest of them.

Civilisations come and civilisations go They make a lot of noise and a terrible fuss Yet, in time Become nothing but dust. And you? What are you going to do in all of this? Make a big noise and pretend you know what life is? Or merge with nature And become like water, Closer to the way of things?

Until you know you are dealing with a soul You are like the mad scientist who has been given a whale trapped in a bucket The bucket has a very small hole wherein pours the ocean in tiny drops No matter how much you shake that bucket You will not understand the problem of the whale.

Did you cave into the pressure they gave you? Or did you stand in the fire and burn? And walk the lonely road Towards that which your soul doth yearn Are you drowning in the chains they made you Or did you find the lock and key And refused the mask that they gave you With hands that now are free? Did you bow down to the mass of conformity That floods like a bloated tide? Or did you swim with the currents inside you That brings you truly alive? Are you struggling along on the surface Obsessed with image and looks and porn Or are you diving deep in the depths Boundless and free of form? Death awaits for all around the corner A potent medicine, enemy or friend? Defined only by the moments of kindness And in the blessed stillness Of Divinity you spend.

The lizards are looking for something to eat Chasing each other around Climbing up on smooth white stones And catching the early morning sun. The hotter it gets the faster they move I’m a bit like that. Are you? Everything is enjoying the early morning light. Oops! A big fly just buzzed off a stone When the lizard came to eat him. Now the lizard is on the stone Just enjoying the sun. The spider’s webs are glistening Some tiny insects are quietly floating about. The pine cones are opening And everything just seems to belong together If only we didn’t make so much noise and fuss Maybe we would as well.

Burn the walls of your mental prison by pouring the gasoline of love on your tiny glowing soul flame. Come alive and blaze. Come alive and live! For God’s sake live! What else are you here to do?

The world is a mirror. It always has been. A virtual reality made of energy for consciousness to awaken within. That’s it. If you don’t know this is true You are dreaming a happy dream, a nightmare or, a bit of both. Either way, one day, maybe when you die, You are going to have to wake up. Our unresolved traumas And non-integrated shadows Appear outside of us As shocking global events we can watch on the news Calmly stuffing ourselves With whatever it is That keeps us from feeling The dark truth inside. Wake up and take a deep dive And open your heart eyes. It isn’t what you think it is And only the thing you need to expose is frightened. If you are looking for the Light out here in the mirror world And can’t see it You can bet your boots It’s hidden under your own inner darkness. So, before Life does it for you, rip up the floor boards of the house You have built for your persona, Open the dusty old trap door underneath, follow the stairs down And Go and find it. It’s what you are born to do.

Are you wondering whether to buy crypto? Invest in silver or gold? Get a neural link fitted quickly Before you get too old? But none of this really matters As you will see in the end, It’s the twin forces of materialism Dancing Like two old And, intimate friends. Confusion reigns supreme Because energy boundaries have all disappeared. It’s the confluence of the ages And time for the sheep to be sheared Energy is only a container For the living being we are Focus on the centre Like a tiny shining star And if you can handle emotion And ride the waves of change And find the centre of peace Ever fresh, yet always the same Then you have found the key To the glorious heavenly door Let’s dance across the threshold And leave behind before.

Who would you be if you were not the you in the mirror? Who would you be without all your stories and memories? Who would you be without your worries and fears? Who would you be if you just released that grip? Relax. Surrender. Breathe. Close your eyes. Smile. Look up and find out.

While you are stuffing yourself with all that food and drink, news and high- tech gossip Ever wondered why you are still feeling empty? If you were only a physical-body the thing would be stuffed full by now But you’re not. Take a deep breath and feed your soul what it is starving for. Talk as much as you want you are never going to be able to say it Think as much as you like you are never going to be able to figure it out What you are looking for is who you are It was with you before you were born and will be with you after you die Sit still, be quiet And listen Who you are has nothing to say and thinks no thoughts And lives in a perpetual state of gratitude and wonder.

Your greatness lies inside of you. Buried under fears Guarded by yapping doubts and barking, snapping negative beliefs Beyond the swamp of lack of self-belief And the emotional landscape impressed upon you in the womb Under the giant castle of your worldly achievements, through the tomb of your self-loathing Deeper, Guarded by the strange creatures of yourself, A tiny child is patiently waiting with the key to a supernatural door.

'twas in the lonely years of flat Lincolnshire fields where as a boy I ran wild and free I dreamed the dreams of the man I wished so much to be. The wind blew cold and men grew old and talked of things that only their eyes could see. Frosty mornings did bite, rain poured day and night, but no other place did I wish to be. The fields my home, a river my teacher my best friends were trees and dogs. My favourite music was the morning birds and the sound of burning logs. I felt so alive, full of joy, Happy, just to be; not even the bullies with kick and punch could knock that joy from me; but the most important thing a young lad needs in his home to keep him growing... The River of Love, where this young fish swam, was slowly, slowly, slowing. Fires of anger burned in the eyes of the man who called me his son; my mother was sad, their love was cold and froze in the years to come. His temper was short, his words were cruel and cut my heart with the ease of a knife; My pain and fear then turned to spite and 'twas my brother with whom I did fight. All were deafened by the words of things that never were said, they spoiled a love that hardly lived, the family life was dead. I was in a world I loved so much but with which I could not deal, and confused by things I did not know, yet inside of me could feel. The tears I struggled to keep within watered the wish in me, To find my Self, to be the man, someday I knew I could be; So I said goodbye to those I loved but never really knew and wandered far from the fields where a lonely boy had grew. Many’s the year I carried the pain and dreamed of feeling peace again and as I grew I understood, we only did the best we could; we can only teach what we've been shown and lessons of Love we'd hardly known. So, I forgave my past and released the ghosts that haunted me from coast to coast. And I hope one day all will see a simple Truth plain to me: Now is the time to teach old and young lessons of love so, the river can run.

An ocean's mighty roar shifting tides of breath the dizzy heights of Life and patient wait of death. A madman runs amok in terror and despair he's lost his bottle of medicine in every drop of air. The mountain's getting steeper a never-ending climb the wear and tear of heartbreak across a wilderness of time. Stormy winds of confusion batter a lonely rock a sheep high on the hillside alone without a flock. There's too much information in a world that doesn't know; wise and Loving kindness heals and lets us grow. A friend is one who sees me as God desires me be unconditional love is just what sets me free. Centered in the breath is shelter from the storm it's back to basics strategy when every sail is torn. Atonement with The Life Force bequeathed every woman and man then shed those skins of can't and do just what you can.

Emptiness is a cup full of purity are you full? Of your self Is it good for your health? Getting all your in-formation From the social media incubation? What spirit is growing inside you? The spirit of the world? Mammon? The great whore of Babylon Is she burning? Are you?

Trapped in an invisible cage The bars are made of feelings The prison made of thoughts Built over years of lack of presence Overstimulation, too much mental activity The 10 000 000 workers busy with construction Tiny bits of disharmony Flooding my psyche Attacking my soul Like invading hordes At the castle walls There is no escape I am surrounded Thank God for the secret door Which only leads To freedom and Peace

The cause of all the suffering is ignorance Ignoring the Truth of Life It robs us of dignity And consigns us to a padded cell In the asylum. Ignorance of who you are What life is And why we are really here This isn’t what you think it is you know And you are not who you seem to be One day you will know this is true At least very shortly after you have taken your final breath Better wake up before If you can I wouldn’t want to wake up Falling out of a plane And no idea How to open the parachute.

Is our real nature And we spoil it By thinking too much What if we cease to do that? A space which is full of things When the things have been removed There is only the space It is the same with the mind Remove the thoughts And only peace remains Peace is the only reality Liberation is our nature It is your real name Wanting liberation Is a very funny thing

“Okay, this is the deal Said God To the Devil I’ll wait until the kids are asleep And then I’ll let you Into their dreams. I want you to scare the shit Out of them OK?” “OK” said the devil “But what’s in it for me?” “You get to be God in the dream” “OK it’s a deal” said the devil “But what’s in it for the kids?” “Can you imagine how good they are gonna feel when they wake up from that dream?”

Would you serve wine without a glass? Why pour the tea if there is no cup? Don’t expect candles when you pour the wax If you have not prepared the moulds. If you cannot see where you are going in this world You will probably step into the mess on the floor. In the Bible, there is no mention of Jesus smiling But we know he danced and laughed all night in the desert when he fasted there for 40 days Words fill books with a counterfeit light A blank page reflects the sun better Clothes are made for wearing If you leave them in the wardrobe They have no life Only a master musician Can truly make the Sitar sing Now go and fetch the pot And we can put all these vegetables and herbs Inside it and make a lovely soup I know a lonely old man Who lives under the bridge Who will appreciate a cup. It’s cold tonight And no one should be outside For too long

You cannot see Because you look with two eyes Instead of one. Your soul cannot sing Gods song Because your mouth is full of world things And your hunger does not feel satiated Because you are stuffed with world food A house full of things With barely any space on the shelf Can be an empty lonely place And the noisiest room Can be somewhere Where almost nothing is truly said A bird in a cage Has a different song To the one he would sing in the woods But your world ears Cannot tell the difference. Ask the flowers in the garden If they like artificial rain. You can give a baby All the vitamins it needs But if the Love minerals Aren’t in the diet It will not be well. And just because the woman With the plastic vibrator Is moaning with pleasure through the bedroom walls Don’t think the flowers in the love garden Are being watered Because they are not. The world is an old train That took a wrong turn A long, long time ago. Even though the buffet car is still open You can tell by the sadness on the people’s faces Something is terribly wrong.

Look how far all this being sensible and serious And following politicians has gotten us. We have arrived at the garbage dump And are trying to smile While eating the shit. God has given us a garden And we have turned it Into a place for the pigs. Even the night frogs stop croaking When the morning sun appears Jesus didn’t go to the cross Because there was nothing else to do that day All this running around Ticking off to do lists Will end one day And when it does You will see The sun has risen inside of you Its only a matter of time Just because a mouse Has built its nest In the hole in front of the sluice gate Does not mean bits of straw Can stop the dam water From flooding the valley below When the time has come to open the gate

If the world is spinning Whirling through space Which way is up? If the solar system Is zooming through the galaxy Why do the stars Rotate in the same arcs Every night? If you are so sure about who you are Why all the tears and fears Around life and death? If rushing around and busyness Was the natural way of things Why doesn’t the sun Break a sweat?

Rumi says the spirit is wrapped in an embryo That soul seed is taking root You better get with it Down deep inside Welcome anything that drives you down there And run away from things that spin you out Into the husk Harvest time is coming It’s not too late to catch the last bus home But remember people go to bed early in the countryside And it’s not because we are afraid of the dark Seeds love the dark Especially the roots So, follow your Truth roots down You are going to need them strong and deep Nature leaves a lot of clues All those sea shells on top of mountains Whole cities buried underneath desert sands Mountains under the seas All those volcanoes And giant rock formations once melted then torn apart by something invisible and now awakening from a long deep sleep Anyone who gets caught in that storm Better have Truth roots planted deep When a giant wakes up after sleeping for hundreds of years Things can get noisy. It’s easy to feel confident On the wildest ride at the amusement park Until the thing begins And anyone can feel like he’s the man lying on the beach eating ice cream while surfers are out there in giant waves but let him get into the water and we’ll see who he really is.

This bus is full of squawking chickens Ducks covered in mud Quacking away in duck speak Pigs snuffling around in the mud looking for some tasty shit Water sinks to the lowest place And that’s how it is with consciousness too If you are in a bar with a load of drunks How long are you going to stay Before you start talking nonsense too? Do you believe any of this is real ? Have you ever noticed the size of your poop Is just about the same as you eat? What does it all mean anyway? Who is the strongest? Who is the best? Who is the biggest? The richest? The one who can make the most noise? Does anyone still believe that monkey business? How far away from home must a drunken man wander when he is trying to find his own bed? This broken crystal spinning around in your head cannot be fixed with world glue Only the master jeweller can help His shop is open 24/7 and he lives in the Penthouse upstairs in your own building O and he doesn’t accept fiat or crypto You have to pay him in presence and love.

But what is it our shadow Other than a monster? A demented one at that Capable of terrible things. Are you? Is it?

One day Maybe sooner than you imagine But what do you imagine Lies beyond that door? And how will you go there? Towards that door? What look upon your face As you lay there before it? And how will you feel? What emotions and remorse? And were you dragged there? Kicking and screaming away Or did you slide away slowly While looking the other way? The dead can dance you know And will Upon your grave There are glorious festivities awaiting For the souls that have been saved

If you are looking for the spirit, you have to get to the point. Surrender in stillness Through the anoint And breathe With your being The presence of life. It takes sensitivity And the devotion of a wife. Being at one, feeling the peace, relax, melt down and mellow And feel what’s underneath. The layers of mind, emotion and stories. The patterns of archetypes Around where the core is. It’s so deeply intimate, This love story of soul. As we surrender to oneness, We forfeit our roles that we have been acting for so many years. Time to root down Through the soil of now. And plant seeds of yearning and water them with surrender As you meet life anew, pure and tender. Follow the wounds down, Deeper still. Sometimes the medicine is the bitterest pill. Love has teeth, you know, And very sharp claws. Better be gentle When you wield the sword. Because truth can cut, It’s the holy blade. Yet without compassion, Becomes a spade, with which we dig a lonely grave.

You quack about climate change And greenhouse gases CO2 generated by industrial masses But do you never stop to think and open your eyes At the criss-cross trails in our skies No matter where you go On this sweet earth Look up and you’ll see for what it’s worth The truth is there Hidden in plain sight A global agenda in constant flight The fact that they are in every land No matter which borders And names of countries Which stand At that level of control There is no division Just a global agenda In plain vision The truth is often more simple Than it appears And it’s been plain to see For many years It’s a frequency cage A micro waved hot house An aluminium antenna Prepping for a 5G rollout It’s a high-tech scheme And a high-tech trap That fries your brain With confusion and fear Vibrational warfare Year after year If you weren’t so distracted by a vaccinated trance In desensitized survival In the rat race dance You’d see it and feel it For what it is The machinations of evil And globalist biz

There’s a lot of people running around in the concrete jungles Stuck in traffic jams Queuing for this and that Tapping away on key boards Looking at screens with blank empty faces hardly any of them are breathing Nervous system locked in forgotten trauma And hammered there in that cage By the ten thousand little stress nails But even if they were breathing The air is so full of poison Mr Gates dumping trillions of gallons Of high tech micro death control Waiting for Elon to fill the sky with 5g satellites So the death party can really begin

The best of times We are living in Of this there is no doubt Get your brain micro waved You don’t even need to shout we know what you want And whats good for you of course Just keep grinding Flogging yourself like a work horse Grind and grind Coz u need to be an entrepreneur I mean they are the coolest people What could be more cool Than spending every waking minute Thinking about ways to make money And what to wear And how to look To become enhanced Entranced By the hocus pocus Of dark magicians Behind politicians The men you don’t even know Hypnosis Necrosis Of the soul Yeah great times these Here’s a fantastic idea – Why don’t we fuck this planet by commercialising life and fuck each other and ourselves along the way and compete to see who can make enough money to get on an electric spaceship to go live on mars with billionaires selfie time 1-2-3 smile everybody

Well the Titanic is sinking fast Hit the iceberg long ago Many millions of souls Already drowned below And now amidst the chaos The discord and the noise The gurus all have i-phones And look like little boys The illusion that life is competing To be the biggest, the richest or best Is a lie the ego is singing As it beats its pigeon chest The cacophony of noise In cities full of hordes Where loneliness and emptiness Live behind so many doors Will one day be only silence As the ship disappears from sight And the ocean returns to peace Beneath the starry night.

Information overload And yet no one seems to know What the fuck is going on Plenty of 30 year old gurus And coaches all around Pumping social media Adding to the sound The noise is almost deafening A billion bits per second or more Spinning heads and botox lips High tech eyebrows And very strong cores Pump it pump it pump it Till your nervous system breaks Then it’s a long slow climb If you have what it takes To get back to the edge Over which you fell before To pump it pump it pump it And activate your core

Ego attacks its own reflection in the world. Like a stupid bird Then goes home And quacks about it.

Harry of England! Protecting mothers and children And downtrodden people Loving all as One Embracing all as equal Flying the flag of “Love wins. Together.” Sailing his ship Through stormy weather Leading the charge With his artistic wife with ancient lineage Of goodness and Light Who escaped the ravening monster To whom they’d been offered As an unwilling sacrifice So the institution could continue In its old And sometimes- dark and evil ways. Unleash the pigs of fleet street! To torment them and hunt them day and night while little children are sleeping and parents plan their flight To a type of freedom only Inside a bigger cage Where the skies are laced with poison Every night and day But together to deepen their love And discover its Holy Power As humanity doth awaken In its final hour

Better wake up! Hey! Snap out of this shit quick! And take a look At what his children have built Through their wars And political deceit It's not very nice And it's not very sweet Is it really a nightmare A really bad dream Or is it real Because it's what you feel Throw away the porn stars Their universe is not so bright

Bullshit stinks And I can smell it A country mile away I have developed this very fine sensitivity Because I have shit my pants so much I am the kind of guy that can walk on water in the morning And lie about the size of my cock in the afternoon That kind of behavior has a unique stench If you want to develop that kind of sensitivity Then spend a lot of time alone And live your craziest dreams If you keep trying to wear the same clothes you wore in school Your senses become dull And if you stay in the same bedroom you grew up in One day the bed will be way too small

So much noise from the little boys In muscle bound bodies all pumped With all the right toys And social media ploys To keep the best algorithms all clumped In prize winning formation for the transformation of their crypto dollars and gold but is this what it is to be out the matrix or is there more than what we are told? To win, to achieve, to believe and conceive And manifest the desires we have. To be a warrior, always stay hard! And make sure your ass is bad Like a motherfucker and ride with your brothers grinding and smoking cigars and be that sperm that can really kick ass get rich and drive fast cars But is the armour of hard outer shells Just the protection for childhood wounds? And is the song of Tony Robbins success An old outdated tune? Because how many more millionaires Who grind their want and desire and present the façade of ultimate success must burn in revelations unstoppable fire? Maybe it’s not all biceps and bucks and dick waving in the best cars maybe the I who wants and desires from the real I is terribly far Maybe the illusion of parasitic intrusion has possessed the mind of ego complete And all the energy in matrix distortion provides demons with the ultimate feast And boy O boy are the scales being removed from anyone with eyes to see what Truth and Love really mean and how they set us free because the ultimate illusion of complete confusion in the dark screen of the phone is reflecting the image of a truly false self that needs to be left alone and one’s sense of self should return to the centre and galvanise fascia marrow and bone In Holy Breath and sweet surrender to the Light within us all and from this illusion in complete confusion turn away from and answer the call of the soul inside and the spirit within the inner sanctum beyond talk and thought and present yourself and receive the wealth that cannot be hustled or bought because if you aren’t invited and are not excited about the zombie apocalypse and 3 years on rice and beans or underground bunkers and adrenochrome parties or whatever spin upon the same theme then there’s only one way out direct not roundabout which requires surrender and return to sender the false version of what you call I It’s not a reflection the mortal defection of the dissociated fragmented lie and what can be found inner deep underground are the living springs of eternal health and all the lies the devil has tried to trap your curious soul can never change the truth of eternal youth the part that can never be stole So big boys put down your toys and let the cigar smoke clear from the room and consider that maybe when you said to that lady - “I’m the man, baby” You might have spoken too soon.

My inner being is free Never tamed Never caged Always feeding me With who I am A shining light A lighthouse Solid in the storm And even though Wandered far As my ship Was tossed by waves I shall return To my eternal home Built long before I was born And no matter what Chains are fashioned For my ankles And my wrists I shall always breathe The fragrance divine Of freedom’s perfect kiss So fuck compliance and fears control Over company, community And mind I am standing strong in the knowing Of what is eternally mine

The warrior ascends to the mountaintop after a long and steady climb to stand upon the precipice of his attainments in the Light and glory of his ascension to be transfigured then disemboweled and crucified again because in this world if there is any ego the highest of highs is inextricably linked to the lowest of lows and that new born I fresh from transfiguration is standing on a knife edge and one breath of capitulation to temptation guarantees the abyss below and out of the darkness a new man is born

We are following angry wounded boys Who are pretending to be men, But they are not. For to be a man Requires the relinquishing of ego. these angry warriors are celebrated by the mob And glorified in tabloid media young men are being told This! is the ideal for which you should strive And fight, Until you win. This is the pig shit We have been taught Enough I say I cannot stand the stench any longer To each man I call Decide if you want to continue smelling the pig shit Or rise like an angel from its chains?

Wearing the scars of yesterdays’ men Like a matador in twilight years. Her teeth are stained by smoke and wine Her cheeks from a lifetimes tears. She dances across table tops, With feet made to fit broken shoes, She was my lover, always my friend A deadly potent muse. Dressed in red her thighs are flashing Seductive flesh at the night; Blackened eyes twinkle bright With a starry heavenly light. And when she dances pure mystique Boys and men forget She weaves her web with every step Watching fish drift into her net. She tastes of death Resurrected by love And aches sad of sexual remorse, But riding her is to gallop the plains In the wind on my favourite horse. She moves like an ocean and needs to know The depths of her inside And is not afraid of the life That burns between her thighs. I was a boy, she a woman, Who could suck life’s youth from me. Into the fires of wild romance Whatever will be, will be.

The yoni cannot lie Why do you think all those porn stars Have to use lube? Get off that train You idiot It’s on the tracks To hell for your soul

Bring the sacred part of yourself And offer it At her heart temple curtain Water the yoni flower Through her mouth With your lingam And caress the sacred pearl Then plant your reverence Deeper and deeper In her wombs garden Ever so gently And when the yoni flower Has opened And she has surrendered In her melting Ride her Ride your woman's soul

Goodbye my Love You wanted my heart And I gave it And you did what I feared you would do. You took it away to break it And then play with someone anew. This is the sting in the tail Of Scorpion Love my dear. Exactly the reason I resisted year after year after year. And all the resistance was useless Protecting this broken wounded piece. When in fact it was destined one day Finally, to be released. And now the wound is open. Broken, the walls that kept it inside. Shattered by my love for you From which I foolishly tried to hide. So now I walk in the garden And my tears do water the grass. Shuffling slowly forward away from this painful past. And the chapters we have written In the book of life together. I know have left a trace of beauty that will endure forever.

I breathe sweet air and waters of Love lap gently 'gainst my shores and I fly, like the butterfly, lightly, in her garden. And while the Tiger's eyes burn with The Fire I heal the wounds of years gone past, and there is magic all about and all those hours of tears, those bitter years, are washed away like tears, in rain and all the while, Love rages An Ocean in my heart Crying: feed me ... feed me ... feed me

If you would fly in that which is Free then come dance with The Indian who Lives in me and if The Force of The Wild, you wish to Know come dance with The Spirit in me that grows. Let Go and Forget what your eyes have seen Let Go, Set Free All You have been. Go Wild, Go Wild, cry to the sky Dive in the Stars, fly Woman, fly. Believe what You Feel Remember, You Know Set loose The Spirit, grow Woman, grow. Accept The Now, Let it burn the past. See The Vision Let It Cleanse Your Heart Be The Tiger, Feel The Force. Be Your Self, The Force is Yours. Dance with the Indian, Open Your Soul, Live the Truth you've Never been told. Lose the fear, let it die Dance with the Indian, Fly woman, Fly.

I dip my face in the beauty of pure, wild, wild Spirit and taste the dew of fresh Spring Lincolnshire mornings and my heart is a bird. I hear my words, and feel my tears and silent beauty moves like flowers, in rain. By yellow moonlight I see our Spirit fly, In Love and, in my arms, this gentle creature weeps while we sleep and in the same land of our dreams we make Love together as we lie next to each other in sleep's sweet mystery and my heart is a bird.

Through Fields of Dreams I walk with You My Strong and Gentle Queen and hold your hand, while I kiss your lips to the music of a stream. Through Depths of Mine do I dive as I fall Deeper In Love with You, an Ocean of Love, Pure and Free like a cloudless sky of blue. Would that I could, My Gentle Queen, speak of The Power I feel inside and how You are the brightest moon that moves my deepest tides but how, in words, can I hold The Flames of Eternal Fire? when all the things my mouth could say My Heart would call a liar.

If this boy was once an Eagle then You, My Love, were the wind and for hours and hours, with you I would fly in the oneness and stillness within. And I would know what it is, what it is To Be Alive, Alive with Love, Alive with Life, Alive with You in the sky. Oh wild, wild wind who Loves me so you give me freedom and my peace, the sun is warm upon my back as I make love with you beneath. The wind and I, My Love, My Love, my Love for You blows strong and deep in I, as with You I fly my Soul does sing God's Song.

Listening to the night creatures sing while the candle, softly burns there is music in my heart. And You, My Love, lie sleeping in the gentle breath of dreams and secrets you are keeping And My Spirit flies and My Spirit cries for You, My Love, for You And I give My Love I give My Love to You, My Gentle Queen And My Spirit flies and My Spirit cries and Together We Are Free To Be, My Love To Be, God's Love Together, Just To Be.

Hearts open in trust My sense of self diving Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper Into the infinite womb of being presence Where only God things grow Forgiveness bombs dropped Peace the aftermath As Divinity perpetual is revealed Only illusion has gone Together in a juicy heaven - streams of nectar flowing, Dripping mystic secrets of medicine Easing the aching souls Of a mountain of ancestors buried in our bones

Breathing beauty Bathing in peace The purity of tenderness defining the shores of I An ocean of Love lapping gently against the membrane of my soul

Hearts shining Goodness bathing in the blessings of purity Aliveness pulsing between your thighs A prayer upon my lips As silence heals our souls

Oneness. Alone. Together. You. I. The Holy Presence. Sweet peace dissolving separation. Edges, form, individuality, separation it all disappears into peace Hold me ever so gently and I will hold you. Forgiveness has opened the peace door and Love is shining in. Your silence is the perfect hymn of welcome in this Holy Temple tonight. Sensitivity is the code to unlock the cage we made for our souls. The beauty of tenderness – the sacred guide to walk you through the darkness deeper into the freedom light. WAIT! Don’t run away! These fears and demons are squatters – they don’t own the building and can never truly come inside. Take a deep breath and dive, Deeper and deeper still. The darkness is your friend Hold tight to the hand of the sacred guide and never let it go. Let us embrace in Holiness. Ever so gently meeting each other true. The living waters of our souls lapping gently ‘gainst our shores This sacred place brings so much peace to my body, mind and emotions. The cage door springs open and my soul can open its wings There I wait Poised on the ledge of knowing the unknown. Looking down I see the beauty and allure of your flesh Calling to my sensual passions – soft beauty with hidden hooks. Looking up within – freedoms sky is calling. And my soul soars into glory.

Ego has its distorted version of Love Truth is the epi-centre of the portal through which perfect Love flows As one stands in the burning certainty of one Self Truth is and Love naturally flows

Ur I am We r Feeling your presence deep Holding you in perfect peace We live in Grace I am tapping into something o so real here Anchoring it in I was born for this time All is well Sweet lovely Angel Shine on And DANCE your prayers

Your lips Your beauty Your breasts Your womb Your Yoni You Your being Feminine Magnificence Juices flowing Yoni pulsing Alive Let’s celebrate The beauty moments we had Which In time Will dissolve Like tears In rain

Kisses Like rain on flowers Your lips Like morning dew Yoni juice Like pure streams of Love Running like a river Into a fountain of Holiness In the centre Of the temple garden Surrounded by a perfect wall Each stone crafted By you Your thoughts Your feelings Your words Of purity And Love And the birds are singing love songs As we stand naked Barefoot in the grass And words disappear

I am yearning I am burning I am dying I am flying I am aching I am waiting And it hurts Tonight Deeply

It’s all beyond words Things felt not spoken Since the arc of the spark From the heights Love has woken Go deep in the presence of full integration Enjoy every feeling and subtle sensation And if blessed I am to ever touch you again To kiss your lips And upon your yoni Silently play a sweet refrain Until Then I shall embody gratitude in Grace And send that fragrance from this space

Thank You Thank You Thank You for giving me wings Thank You for allowing me to fly I am feeling boundless, uncontainable One with Life and so very alive I cannot tell you how good it feels to be on the road again heading towards the mountains towards adventure towards the unknown Sleeping out on the ground no tent under the stars cold air but cozy in my bag I saw 4 big wild pigs thundering through the fields of grass and a barking deer this morning on the dawn This feeling feeds my soul its strengthens me emboldens me inspires me enlivens me Thank you for allowing me to bring all of myself along enhanced by the beauty of the love we have shared It is now part of who i am i shall treasure it and only we know what we have touched and only God knows how the love seeds we have watered together will grow What i can tell you is - there is lightning in my soul. When I tickled your soul through your yoni heart portal with a tiny bit of that power I saw what it did to you You should be terrified of me. Only a mad woman would entertain the thought of sailing in this storm Run while you can

Sex is amazing And really good for you If you do it right Like all things There is a wrong way and right way To practice

Were you never advised not to talk with your mouth full?

They tried to kill God but they can’t They simply just don’t understand And now porn is spread like a disease Across every border of land They have Into your soul a direct pipeline Through your mind and the entry point from the matrix is really easy to find so throw away all of your porn stars And use the night for what it is for Its time to awaken from that nightmare And make love like never before lovers alone are free In the love flow Of Holy time And nothing in this world can take away What God has said is mine So, I will stand in the fire And protect the mothers and children’s path That there may be peace amidst their footsteps as evil days do pass but they do not infect our shores of this Island of Light I know I am Long taken before

No! I said badass – not pain in the ass A Sexy lady – a Spartan, a warrior, a goddess A comedienne with moods changing like the weather But like the wind and the trees we belong together A strange sea creature thrown up from the deep With Octopus kisses o so sweet But When she swings that axe you better watch out I love that energy when the wild woman comes out She’s an alien meditating in her little bed With OM MANE PADME HUM above her head We have nice thick walls so we sleep well till the morning The house is still even when she’s snoring She loves a beer and a giggle together And a cuddle by the fire in the cold Autumn weather She always shows up and keeps coming back Filling my life with love in the cracks She’s my buddy, my partner, my doctor, my friend A rock solid sister upon whom I can depend The emotional waves upon which we ride Are the changing currents and shifting tides Of a love we discover in the mystery together A girl from Uden with an English fella Two black sheep independent and strong With gifts to share for who knows how long She’s sometimes lazy, laying around like a cat And sometimes on fire and hard to track A mystery embodied of the feminine deep Juicy goodness that tastes so sweet Like a perfect fruit she slowly ripens Relaxing unwinding what the Matrix tightens She’s caring and kind, always trying her best Striving for excellence passing life’s tests She’s hard on herself from time to time Especially if she eats too much chocolate And finishes her food before mine She loves to talk like a bird loves to sing Sharing her thoughts from the inspiration within Everyone loves her wherever she goes They all think she’s sweet tho nobody knows About the teeth and claws of the wildcat So you better not mess or you might get scratched In front of the waves and roaring ocean She goes berserk in full commotion Charging around and banging her head Her brain gets damaged that’s why she forgets The toilet seat less and less She’s a bit tight on kisses Just for special occasions Like date nights and Sinta Claus celebrations But its well worth the wait to smell her bacteria To kiss those lips is well worth the hysteria

Fuck her like a porn star Think the dopamine junkies The gamer addicts who never grew up but there’s a superior way you can’t google up: you are born to love not born to fuck Fuck me like a porn star thinks the internet puppet reacting to the gossip like a programmed muppet but there’s a superior way you can’t google up you are born to love not born to fuck stillness is the key to the mystery door that unlocks the freedom of the sacred whore stillness and reverence humility and respect are the pre-requisite qualities to never neglect to embody in presence and connect with essence yours and her’s nectar divine the woman will open to soul deep depth and in rivers of beauty truly shine

I spent many lonely hours In a grave with no flowers It was the only home I knew A womb of sadness, whiskey and smoke Grief daggers piercing With the hands of sorrow A mother’s tears, like blades Which cut into those living waters Those precious waters Of a grieving womb, My birthing tomb So, when ego’s fragile sandy foundations Were blown away by fate Into the grave I fell again The only home I’d known How does one love oneself better Alone in there? It takes a while, old friend, To realise that, until you do, You will Smother with your love Beg with your Love Cut with your Love Kill with your Love So, let go and surrender To your Love For your Love By your Love With your Love And honour this great work For what it is, my brother And grieve not for your mother For she is with The Ultimate Lover

What to do with that sting in the tail, Scorpion lover? When the pressure is on And she’s blown your cover, And the poison rises hot, You want to fight, You want to run, Attack, defend, But STOP! And breathe, my brother, And be the lover. Who can take a deep dive through the soul roots As new ground opens. Let it go, fall away, and deepen. Go down, Open to the new emptiness, The cool, empty, unknown, and bring that stinger in here. Don’t stick it in her, and God knows you’ve stuck it in yourself enough. All that wounding was only missing the mark. Your sins are forgiven my Friend. Let it in. Come on home, and find the place of rest for the venom in your soul.

Simple creatures loving in the mud Soul roots love that stuff Which way you heading today? Me I’m staying in the mud I like it in here I found the Christ seed Took me a while - Under the tomb Good place to hide it Sitting at the altar The grief waves came through again Looking for me And with them Memories of your lips Sacred kisses When you were my Mrs What I’ve lost. Those pure love moments Will dissolve Like tears In rain. With them A part of me Washed away forever. What a way to go.

Our love has made me open, Even though I had to be broken. And what's pouring through Feels like glue, Because I'm stuck on you, Like a tree with roots. I ain't running around. I'm strong in the ground, Getting deeper and sweeter, because I knew one day I was meant to meet you, and I'd be ready to hold it steady. I know you're leaving town to go buzzing around, but I'm holding my ground, because it just feels sound. Yeah, it resonates. So, let's participate In something we cannot have alone. And I've been shown All these lonely people, Waking up ten years later, Like a new age skater, Been spinning on ice, Getting high, Heads in the sky, While the seasons pass, Leaves keep falling, Roots ain't forming, And nothing grows, Or can weather the storm, Only habits and feeling, Which slowly form, As we practice Over and over, Being a wild rover Floating around Like leaves in the wind. And yeah, birds can fly, And they love to sing, But To be their best, They need a nest And a solid mate, Before it's too late, To deepen and sweeten The roots in the dark, The underworld, To thicken the bark, Which protects the tree, So, branches reach up, Feeling free. It's you and me. I hope you see. It's a win-win, baby. I know it sounds crazy, But you're my Lady.

My soul heart is bleeding sweet love Golden drips of Grace Fall like tears Upon the cheeks of an immortal face. And where drops of blood have fallen A Golden Age is dawning. My wounds are only dreams Scars of nightmares passed The ancestral war of ego Edens’ beauty trashed. The tears of blood are prayers Shuddering emotion - a soulful haunting Psalm That torn and toxic ocean Is becoming pure and calm. The Mountain is within me The waters will subside Revealing the way before me Upon a heart horse I shall ride. Towards a land long since promised By better men than me The chains of ignorance melting In the Light that sets me Free. And there you are sweet angel Your fragrance blessed my day Shining in your being Guiding by example Lighting up my way. Eternity we are bridging Many souls to guide Flying high in love Upon the wildest heart felt ride. I meet you in the stillness In the silence of my soul Where the Ocean laps so gently to that blessed place I go. There in our secret garden Naked we shall meet Tears of love are falling Dancing cheek to cheek. We share the breath of heaven In a world of magic and power Everywhere our footsteps tread Up spring perfect flowers. I am humbled by your beauty Your voice, your touch, your scent The perfect moment in Eternity Which together we have spent. Golden drips are falling of Amazing Grace. Teardrops of sweet love Shine upon my smiling face.

I have seen your shining face In the beauty of this land In the sweet caress of the breeze I have felt your loving hand. Our love is like a river Coursing through my veins Unbound by physical bodies Personalities or names. I feel our souls entwine In their love together I see them dancing in my mind And hear their music in the weather. A mighty force is rumbling In the depths of I As is love unfolding Golden wings for me to fly. In an Ocean of eternity I dive and dance and play The fragrance of your love Is blowing soft my way. Shining with inspiration Standing solid like a tree Breathing blessed air Of the perfume which is we. The flames are rising roaring The boy, the angel the man Are we destined to find the treasure Which only lovers can? An ocean is between us And yet The Ocean us unites I feel our love is glowing In the darkness of the night. Will you breathe with me sweet love? And Bless me with your touch? And Dream with me, dear love That we could share so much? The tenderness of beauty The magic of pure love The melody of our first kiss Watched by Angels above. The silence in the stillness The calm after the storm The winds of change are blowing A new world to be born. You are here inside me In soulful sweet embrace The blessings of our destiny To be worthy of that Grace. I shall walk in hallowed pastures On down haunts of ancient peace With you my love beside me As Unicorns we greet. Thank you for your beauty Your delightful gentle peace Please water the sacred garden Where our souls do meet. Natural Magic

6 months in Europe Breathing toxic air All that noise And People moving too fast to care Uplifting Healing Delivering wisdom Presence And Peace Mending the freedom bridge And peoples broken feet Now that is all behind me And it’s the beach Family Juicy love making Food Adventure And peace at the end of a dirt road By a big lake Not too far from the beach

I went for a beach run today Ran the whole thing Out and back On the soft sand Better for the joints Worn out shocks you see I wonder how I will feel tomorrow And the day after The water was perfectly cold Straight after the run 61 years old Running in speedos Feeling frisky

Brazil is so lovely The people warm and sweet Still smiling Happy to meet and greet A perfect stranger in their midst Stumbling with the language I suppose they appreciate the effort The sky is blue Like it used to be in other places And people are happy Dancing along when ever they can Like people used to do in other places The food is clean and local grown Like it used to be in other places The only thing is the government don’t look after the little people Like they don’t in other places

Sitting by the river again Alone For the first time in way too long The water is running Gently flowing relentless Fluid What is it about that noise That soothes me like no other? It’s so smooth The way it speaks to my soul The story it tells Soothing me Reminding me of something The modern world ignores, steals and cannot ever give There is something so precious, Priceless, invaluable inside its song Something the modern world Does not value at all. It cannot be captured Or synthesised in any way Like the spirit inside me.

Not only a man Who surrendered To The Way And walked it Beyond the very end So deeply embedded into life Is the power of that action For you So we Can rise as One Together

The mystery of Life's Love is proven by the flowers. A song of Truth proclaimed in rainbow's falling showers. To those who cannot see who seek and do not find Nature is the place Wisdom waits behind. Life is made so perfect as every petal shows; The Truth remains forever remember because you know.

Were walking by a lake You have a lot of friends said Jesus Allah Wakbah Mohammed said with a smile Allhumduillah replied The Lord

Rumi says however you have sex Is the way God will be with you. And so. How will God be with you?

O my God My Living King I feel your Almighty Power The love of Nature Coursing through me in this very hour The rocks I carry upon this hill Are made Light in the Love of your way Let the Holy Spirit pour through me And set my soul ablaze. In The Holy Breath True and deep I greet your majesty and power And my heart is full in the garden of Truth And doth so sweetly flower. Upon my knees in this perfect breath Deep in the altar of my heart I surrender in humility and True Love So never our Spirit doth part.

Did Mary pass the nails With which they nailed Jesus to the cross? Did she really know, Deep down inside, Who her lover was? And how, no matter what, Or how hard and dreadful it seemed, The invisible power of God Would transform all To be felt and seen? So that all the tears were worth it In the very end, When they hung upon the wood Her lover and her friend. And as he hung there bleeding With a twinkle in his eye, Did he whisper “Pass the nails dear, Everything’s gonna be fine?” And she, with trembling heart, Did witness the terrible ordeal, The horror of his wounds And all he had to feel And reflected on their love And what they shared together And how the love she flowed Helped his heart become, As light as any feather. And as he gazed upon her, With blazing eyes which pierced her soul, The memories of their togetherness Warmed him against the cold Of when she held his lingam And his balls in steady hand, And loved With such depth and goodness And devotion to her man. And the power which emanated From her heart to his Was the gift of God in woman, Which only her purity could give. For in that holy fusion Of God-centered woman and man Is the reason we are here, To feel what lovers can. And the tears of grief rivers running In the deepest currents of the soul Are the freedom waters singing Of the glory to unfold. For the prison walls will melt And the torment of the cage Which we have built together Through our loveless ways— For The Glory Way is open, The Path is loud and clear. Will you devote yourself to loving and release everything you fear? Love The Living God within you And see it in One and All. Dare to choose the freedom For which your soul doth call. And then, Like Jesus on the cross, Maybe you can smile At the ravages of time And say— “Pass the nails up dear Mary, Everything’s gonna be fine.

The heart is bleeding soul tears The blessings of Nazare bestowed The wounded beast defiant Paying what has been owed. The ocean has come to collect And I shall meet the man at the door. Praying that these soul impurities Be removed forevermore. And these silent tears That are falling like raindrops on the sea May seem little to a passing stranger But mean the world to me And even tho a veil is drawn between us I feel such closeness in my soul As another epic chapter In the book of life unfolds. And no matter what has hardened in the cowardly choices we made All will be softened forever In the majesty of the waves.

The Father in the sea An unavoidable destiny Is calling you and me. So gird up thy loins with Truth And carry that shield of faith For it is time to answer the calling And face the liquid Grace.

Fiery waves were charging Roaring thunder for the shore Swollen with the venom Of a storm that raged no more A man was in the shore break Gasping in despair Dying under water for one tiny drop of air. And there’s seabirds on the surf Gliding cross the waves I’m surfing with my brothers And there’s rainbows in the haze The beauty is overwhelming Almost too much to behold A vision of nature’s glory In blue, white, silver and gold Surely no cathedral anywhere Can shine this amount of light This blinding blazing goodness breaking open my sight So, for any pilgrim looking For the Glory way ahead Let him come to Nazare And get this Baptism on his head.

Definitely getting stronger. Took my lickings, way longer. Today. The Shorey pounding me Refusing me exit on a rising swell. Time and again trying to get over the last wave. Scratching then smashed. Lifted then bashed. Did not panic. Once. Waited and waited Watched and stretched before And got down on one knee after And prayed an honest mans prayer. Getting off the beach was not easy today.

Nazare has called my soul and into the liquid redemption I have gone Trembling, quaking praying, forsaking, the skins of ego I shed. Your voice and heart guiding as the cage door swings open