Smash the glass chains of negativity
They shatter so beautiful, so easily
under the hammer of your positivity
and as the negative blood spatters
in a Pollock on the walls of possibility
Take your seat with the Mad Hatter,
Partake in his intoxicating tea
Get caught in a whirlwind of creativity
And wake up to a wonderland born
from a happy authenticity
holding hands
helping each other stand
much more than a friend
the best of us strongly depends
on the goodwill we send
in intricate crafts unmanned
releasing bombs of intensity and number
that no man can outrun or withstand
perfect explosions shake us from slumber
drawing us to the front lines
divine weapon at our command
us and them surrender and combine
to a nuclear reworking that demands
peace and compassion as our mission
an art to be practiced and refined
beginning the proud tradition
of improving each other’s position
freeing our brilliant minds
from the confusion of opposition
setting the stage for our grandest designs
Every moment is wholly a matter of now
Not what you say more a matter of how
Leave your tumultuous past in this sacred vow
Insight is a path leading to unending WOW!!
Going on forever beyond sunset and final bow
Headlong into whatever you choose to allow
This peace a gift you willingly endow
Each step a test don’t let it raise a brow
Nothing can splinter this practiced bough
Moreover is our dedication to this sacred Tao
Enlightenment in “Om” even heard in a cat’s meow
None is above you or rather holier than thou
To this I surrender and commence to kowtow
You equal all space
Entropy equals disintegration
The ground we walk upon equals your face
Being worldly equals giving into temptation
Waking life equals fleeting
Karma equals an endless chase
Slowing down in meditation equals greeting
this perfect time and place
This large bottle filled
ends as liquid spilled
in great puddles
Accidents happen to dance
with one wet foot
Our lovely bodies huddled
in caves and landscapes
of varied circumstance
Eddies and jet streams
mirror the karmic city
of our dreams
Wild infinite tendrils
conspire with the ever-working
building and beautifying vandals
dismantling not patterns
but the idea of them
Reaching back with hands
swaying ever-lit lanterns
guiding like sunlight from the skies
coaxing flower from bud and stem
that’s a twinkle of our eyes
the sparkle perceived in gems
So many twists
this tornado of a story
Such great risks
born of stupidity
and a lust for glory
Easing into fluidity
At peace with the irreversible
Made my way to center
Witnessing all
that is observable
Perpetuating positivity
As responsible inventor
It is my duty
A need born of necessity
that cannot be dictated
by the tale it secedes
Changing the way I see
weakness and entropy
Just necessary aspects of
the happy ending yet to be
Gush and rush
to your brain and toes
Godspeed to your knees
Bow at the feet of the toads
When their mouths swell
take heed of the stoic repose
in the face of environmental ruin
While for us this feeling of dread
Well it comes and goes
Just the life of a human
lost in our own head I suppose
That’s what they keep telling me
but nothing is true man
because no one knows
how things’ll turn out to be
when the sun burns out
and the final wind blows
So I’ll just open my heart
pour it all out
however this love spills
I’ll just let it be so
a buoy in an ocean of doubt
clutching my straw
smugly fulfilled
a fool in the flow
holding fast to outlast
the highs and lows
I’m always with you
Ready for any opportunity to lift you
I beg you
not to forget to
use the gifts I give you
to get through
the moments that challenge you
Draw on our shared strength
to balance you
and know that I need you too
Ashram
Welcoming meditation’s
sweet lull
Relishing the satsang
and the strong vocal
Centered around the practice
that is my local’s main focal
Developing a stronger connection
with the US beyond our lovely hull
Helping me ever so nicely
lift the veils and comfortably
leave my skull
Perfect is a many tendriled beast
that settles in on preconceived notions to feast
gnawing and gnashing the varied treats
rendering the oil that keeps these wheels greased
flipping switches digging ditches paving streets
so we can make our way both alive and deceased
Easing its grip it leaves the table after it eats
Revel in this transition a celebration of the released
From the Gross to the Subtle 