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The Fermentation of Light

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:55:28 -0800

The Fermentation of Light, my heart notes in passing by, some of which have been shared with you in this cyber space, is now available at Amazon.Com. The foreword written by Deepak describes the book as follows; “The poems contained in this beautiful volume are full of seeking, longing, sensitivity, vulnerability, pain, anguish, joy, love, and the intoxication of divine ecstasy. They are the flavors through which the human heart expresses itself as it searches for unity consciousness.”

Ever since I can remember I have been mesmerized by the incredible phenomenon of being alive and aware. The magic of it all. Throughout my youth, I was desperately searching for the meaning of this ephemeral beauty that bloomed and withered in a short span of time, and that seemed to be unevenly distributed in terms of peoples opportunities for joy and choice.

Timeless times

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:46:26 -0800

These are timeless times
those that are always gone,
the inevitable ones.

They gather like north winds
their cold fingers piercing the skin.
All lights in the distance are twinkling
senselessly.

Beyond Stillness

Sun, 18 May 2008 06:08:37 -0800

Again this vision of open eyes into usual mornings extraordinaire
Light flows are painting images of outside, the universe is there.

Sounds cascade down inner caverns and labyrinths, and plays music in my brain
Awakening from memory-dust the ghosts of past, the dreams of future.

Those Conspiring Corners

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 05:10:54 -0800

Tapestries stitched of simple smiles.
How can innocence be restored?

Dark eyes shining without fear
revealing the universe and its spheres.

Sparkling eyes of child
What happened in between?
What corners conspired against dreams?

I am ready

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 07:18:31 -0800

I am ready to fold my world
And place it in my shirt pocket
I am sorry folks as you all
are going to be crumpled
close to my heart.

But I am ready to fold my life
and keep on walking.

A Blue Spill

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 06:43:15 -0800

All blue has spilled now
the skin is open and raw
Everything is scorched
it has been a long day of forever

There is happiness of funerals
and a sadness of weddings.
A sensation of lost and found
at the same moment of time
Spaceless horizons
crowding my chest.

The Love Field Expands; News from the Human Forum in Costa Rica

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 07:39:14 -0800

The notes of the symphony started to gather, as each heart responded to this primeval call that reverberates surreptitiously in profundity, beyond mind and understanding. We all came, along with our exquisite mosaic of role, personality, ego and purpose. A bouquet of quarks, a possibility of expression, we were, congregating Being.

We played the first notes of a symphony, creating a love field woven with our own fragility, our deep recognition of oneness. It spilled in embraces, in garlands of smiles and kisses, to adorn the hidden Beloved who in silent song invited us, to become aware for a moment, of the unified field of existence we really are, and to rejoice at the infinite possibilities of creating from this vision field, a new world.

Magic Moments

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 17:24:39 -0800

Every single moment is magical and full of miracle,
albeit modestly disguised in clothes of ordinariness.
Light shines bright through every second.

Symphonies of shared sound, as faces, round
with eternity’s yearning, smile in colors,
like rainbows, when our presences interact in space-time,
overlapping their luminescence of soul journeying.

Remembering

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 15:54:15 -0800

Finger by finger I walk this keyboard,
transforming this white space
into symbols queued and arranged.
- in an attempt of meaning

Crying out for help,
from the felt loneliness
of this awareness potential.

Don’t call me today

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 04:16:44 -0800

Don’t call me today, for I am inside eyes so loving.
Eyes that are going away.
The glances given by those windows of light,
illumined many smiles in my face

Adoringly they watched me move in delight
making me the sole object of his affection.
There was never a complaint or disdain
loyalty was never in question.

A single embrace of Mother

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 14:04:56 -0800

Today words sting like angry wasps.
Concepts spoken, written, about everything.
This endless chit chat of mind asserting.

Relativity

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 06:50:54 -0800

There is no pain like inner pain
when everything bounces hard
on the hermetic and impenetrable bubble
that encapsulates you.

When you enter the mood of brood
and remembrance.
When you are overwhelmed
and don’t know what to do.

This Joy of Pure Being

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:06:02 -0800

Beyond the high speeds of those imaginary particles we describe
and much further than the field of infinite potentiality of the new verse,
there lies a most shy, omnipotent, innocent and inexplicable joy.
Let’s make believe, like little girls playing at serving invisible tea
that we are hearing this music unheard, and dance, just dance

Bring along the so-called sins and other deviations that spice up the rhythm
yes why not, also the sac of virtues and credits you can spare.

A New Year Yearning

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 18:31:26 -0800

These marvelous interactions,
of textures, aromas, flavors, sights and rhythms,
they spill over in symphonies infinite
over our minds and feelings.

All the seconds, minutes, and days of our lives,
their reflections are reflected in mirrors. .
Everything is inundated with a sea of energy waves
converging, resonating, distorting.

Just a Morning Wish

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 08:16:46 -0800

This ineffable feeling of inexplicable joy
seeps in through inner doors so secret.

It opens hidden alcoves on occasion, unwarranted.
No special mantras can take you there, or efforts in prayer,