Strivers in the Storm

you've got the Strength of a Raid
don't need yo aid
let the silences Fade
the stuff that we're made
was made stronger than jade

So let the silences fade....
the Sound may cut like a blade...
let the wind fill the reams
let 's slide through unseen...

(time u put down the spade
drank ur bitter (lemon)ade
got up off the trance
took up a moderate stance....ha ha)

Teacher

Never mind the never-ending diaspora of thoughts that flash in the mind
Never mind the cravings that wrench your free will apart from your hands
Never mind the cawing of crows that despise you for being who you are. .
Never mind the whistling & speak of the breeze stringing through the coconut leaves
Forget the 'I' that breaks your heart every time you give it some wind. . . . give it up
they can never forget themselves who are bound to their unruly natures. . . . how the role reversal can occur. . . . is a grace of the teacher. . .
How only he knows. . .

Space

Dream as if you were in a cloud of smoke. . .carried up by swift convection. . .all your worries falling away behind the dust like a streaking comet in the vastness of space galore How queer. . . . you are not alone out there. . . . there is the magnanimity of space that binds you close to your heart, in all the suffering that you face, you are bound fast to metal that is all that keeps you alive. . . . then you start losing your hearing and you slip into a sullen quietude that keeps ringing. . . . the experiencia magnanima. . . .this is American foxtrot like they go about on television. . . . with all the fizz and buzz of mosquitoes that try to suck your mind dry.

Tides

In the depth of your dreams, come to find a vast gathering of everydays. Everyday you find yourself doing the anticipated...there was once a glorious thing that happened in earnest...One that was the turning tide...One that I will call the ocean of daylight mysteries....That was the epitome, the zenith of all that could be and could have been , there was none other than 'I' here, there and everywhere, it echoed in the vastness...I have read a story about this called the Lotus Opened. Creation is a thing that bypasses all bygones., surpasses all surprises, circumvents all circles and reinvents all the dustiness of life by far. It has that capacity...If is questioned the legitimacy of anything, ask Thyself, your heart...you will be the sole holder of justice...but instantly you shall come to realize that what you say is going to mean vastly more than the mind can imagine. The written word has a secret sublime mystery and power..... it has the capacity to be retold as it is. The most profound truths are told in simple words......The next time I ever write I probably will shed more light