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Poetry For Life 8
 

Hymn to the sacred body of the universe

let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs

let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs

for one instant

to dwell in the presence of the galaxies
for one instant
to live in the truth of the heart
the poet says this entire traveling cosmos is
"the secret One slowly growing a body"

two eagles are matting-
clasping each other's claws
and turning cartwheels in the sky
grasses are blooming
grandfathers dying
consciousness blinking on and off
all of this is happening at once
all of this, vibrating into existence
out of nothingness

every particle
foaming into existence
transcribing the ineffable

arising and passing away
arising and passing away
23 trillion times per second-
when Buddha saw that,
he smiled

16 million tons of rain are falling every second
on the planet
an ocean
perpetually falling
and every drop
is your body
every motion, every feather, every thought
is your body
time
is your body,
and the infinite
curled inside like
invisible rainbows folded into light
every word of every tongue is love
telling a story to her own ears

let our lives be incense
burning
like a hymn to the sacred
body of the universe
my religion is rain
my religion is stone
my religion reveals itself to me in
sweaty epiphanies

every leaf, every river,
every animal,
your body
every creature trapped in the gears
of corporate nightmares
every species made extinct
was once
your body

10 million people are dreaming
that they're flying
junipers and violets are blossoming
stars exploding and being born
god

as having
déjà vu
I am one
Elaborate
Crush
we cry petals
as the void
is singing

you are the dark
that holds the stars
in intimate distance

that spun the whirling,
whirling,
world
into existence

let's meet at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs
—Drew Dellinger, Love letter to the milky way


George Demont Otis     Road to Borrego

ancestors & angels

I write words to catch up to the ancestors
An angel told me the only way
to walk through fire
without getting burned
is to become fire.
some days angels whisper
in my ear as I walk
down the street and I fall in love
with every person I meet,
and I think, maybe this
could be a bliss
like when Dante met
Beatrice.
Other days all I see
Is my collusion
with illusion.
Ghosts of projection
masquerading
as the radiant angel
of love.
You know I feel like
the ancestors
brought us together
I feel like the ancestors
brought us here and they
expect great things.
They
expect us to say what
we think and
live how
we feel and follow the hard paths
that bring us near joy.
They expect us
to nurture
all the children.

I write poems to welcome angels
and conjure ancestors.
I pray to the angels of politics
and love.
I pray for justice sake
not to be relieved of my frustrations,
at the same time burning sage
and asking ancestors for patience.
I march with the people
to the border
between nations
where
everything stops
except
the greed of corporations.

Thoughts like comets
calculating the complexity
of the complicity.

There is so much noise in the oceans
the whales can't hear each other.
We're making them crazy,
driving dolphins insane.
What kind of ancestors
are we?

Thoughts like comets
leaving craters
in the landscape of my consciousness.

I pray to ancestors and angels:

Meet me in the garden.
Meet me where spirit walks softly
in the cool of the evening.
Meet me in the garden
under the wings of the bird
of many colors.
Meet me
in the garden
of your longing.

Every
breath
is a pilgrimage
to you.

I pray
to be
a conduit.

An angel told me:

the only way
to walk through fire-

become fire.
—Drew Dellinger, Love letter to the milky way

soulstice

every ounce of matter is frozen light
roses, clouds, bones, tears
all slowly moving light

everything is shining in glory
everything
singing a story

if love is a language
when I am just
learning to spell
while there's a story
that the stars
have been
burning
to tell

everything is blazing
like a diaphanous theophany

everything is shining
like the radiant mind
of a child
like the eyes of a saint
like the dawn on the Nile
where the pyramids
track the arc
of the spinning
earth

sometimes I wander the streets and curse
the darkness
with a heart that's
frozen
as the
arctic

while winds are forming
as the planet's turning
and I'm thinking
about 500 years of oppression
and I'm thinking
about 500 years of resistance
and I'm thinking
what if the trade winds
had blown the other way?
Would we not have been spared
the middle passage?

still I wander the streets and curse
the darkness
with a heart that's
frozen
at the
arctic

because the capital of government
has succumbed to the
government
of capital

but I know the longest night
gives way to the strongest light
so I prolong this fight
until what's
wrong
is
right

every second in the universe a supernova is
exploding
every second a star is shattering

and flames were
leaping off the moon
last night
flames were
leaping off the moon
last night
like binary stars we
circle
each other

like binary stars we
circle
each
other

and
the more I
see of you
the more I
love the view

let me be a fierce clear mirror
in a cosmos made of passions

let me be a fierce clear mirror
in a cosmos made of passions

open the window
let me feel the star-filled night

if you can stand before the cosmos
until your form becomes transparent
the stars will pour beams
through your
emancipated

borders, open the window
let me feel the star-filled night

if love is a language
then I am still
learning to spell
while there's a story
that the stars
have been
burning
to tell.
—Drew Dellinger, Love letter to the milky way


George Demont Otis     Silvery Vail

Increase your doubtfulness, my friend.
Keep questioning all things... .
Persist doubting everything.
Until all incertitude
Is wiped out and obliterated
Without a slightest trace
By the ever-present, mysterious,
Timeless and boundless
All-pervading
Grace.

Once recognized doubtless
Self evident truth
Whole, complete and all containing
Needs no further proof.
—Yosy A. Flug

Win the best bargain

Come out from the circle of time
And into the circle of love

Enter the street of taverns
And sit among the drunkards of Divine love wine

Taste a sweetness in your mouth
that was before bee or honey

Look here's a bargain:
give one life and take for the eternity.
—Rumi

*

Whoever perceives
Within misfortune
Fortune
Within hunger
Satiation
And happiness
Within misery,
Beholding
Joy and beauty
Wherever
Eye is cast -
Such a one,
My friend
Sees
Truly
Indeed.
—Yosy A. Flug

*

I know of a place not ruled by flatness
Or constant risings & depressions,
& those alive are not afraid to die.
There wild flowers come up through the leafy floor,
& the fragrance of "I am he" floats on the wind.
... There the love bee stays deep inside the flower
and cares for no other thing.
—Kabir

*

time consumes all creation,
but the eternal and glorious
fire of unconditional love
consumes time and space alike....
—Yosy A. Flug


George Demont Otis     A Marin Farm

A nightingale falls in love
with the Rose.

The whole love affair begins
with just one look from God.

-Yunus Emre

*

mind may crawl
mind may aspire
mind may renounce
and mind may desire.

mind may be seeing
and mind may be blind
mind can be seeking,
and mind can find. . .

mind plays it's games.

but
I
don't
mind!
—Yosy A. Flug

*

I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!

And there is no body, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.

Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don't go off somewhere else!

Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.

-Kabir

*

the wise, naked and weak,
harmless
like a new born baby,
wanders about in midst of battlefield
and rambles casually
in the darkest parts of the jungle,
roaming dauntlessly
among the fiercest predators.
boundless, whole,
void of any trace of fear -
where can a claw, fang or tooth
find a place to sink in
or an arrow penetrate?
what weapon can hurt
the timeless,
impersonal
presence?
—Yosy A. Flug

*

Break the barrier of time

Break the barrier of space

Free your mind from the bondage

of matter.

Do not live in your body

Body is full of lust desire and greed

Live in your soul

Live in nothingness

Live in timelessness.

-Ershad Mazumder

*

if you want to fly, my friend
take yourself lightly.
be like dust...
make friends with the wind
allow it
to carry you
wherever
it
wills
—Yosy A. Flug

heavenly host

We are rays of Infinity
We are fractals of Eternity
We are facets of the One Jewel
We manifest the Great Intention
We reflect Light unto the Darkness
We are angles of Geometry Of Divinity
We are torches illuminating the Creation
We kindle sacred fire in the Universal Heart
We are hands of love raising up the Holy Sparks
We infuse color and form unto the Cosmic Mandala
We impart rhythm and definition unto the Divine Plan
We vitalize myriad worlds evolving in the Celestial Matrix
—Author Unknown

*

On the road

My friend, the traveler
Remember
We are here,
Hidden under various disguises,
Posted
As guards, guides and companions
Along your life's journey,
Waiting
To give you assistance
To extend a helping hand
To provide succor.

We are
But a reflection of your virtues
Manifesting in time
Of necessity.
Savings
Placed by your forgotten
Selfless deeds
In the inexhaustible
Divine
Treasure-house.
Yours for the taking
When the need arises.

We are
The friend
Of friends
Whose face is always hidden
Yet ever revealed
In the silent smile
Of your heart,
In the caress of the wind,
In the soothing coolness of spring water.

And the secret is
That
Forgetting yourself
You too
Are one
Of
Us.
—Yosy A. Flug

*

Now is the time

Now is the time to know
that all that you do is sacred.

Now, why not consider
a lasting truce with yourself and God.

Now is the time to understand
that all your ideas of right and wrong
were just a child's training wheels
to be laid aside
when you can finally live
with veracity
and love.

Hafiz is a divine envoy
whom the Beloved
has written a holy message upon.

My dear, please tell me,
why do you still
throw sticks at your heart
and God?

What is it in that sweet voice inside
that incites you to fear?

Now is the time for the world to know
that every thought and action is sacred.

This is the time
for you to deeply compute the impossibility
that there is anything
but Grace.

Now is the season to know
that everything you do
is sacred.
—Hafiz

*

Fear

Fear is
The greatest obstacle
To love's
Free
Flow.

"Hate"
Is merely an emotion
Arising
From it.

But fear ,
Rooted in identity
Seizes the heart
Constraining apparently the self
To a mere form
Robbing it
Of its inherent
Boundless
Freedom.

So fear not the fear
Friend!
Denying it not
Nor affirming
Face it directly
And watch fearlessly.

Without feeding it thoughts
Yet ceaselessly asking
"Whose fear it is?"
Let the all pervading
Fire of love
Consume
Its cold grip
To ashes.

Oh, dervish!
The only true freedom
Is the freedom
From
Fear.
—Yosy A. Flug


George Demont Otis     Glory of a Sunny Day

Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I from?
Where am I going?
What is out there?
What has happened?
Is there really a God?
The mystery of the creation.
The mystery of good and evil.
The mystery of life and death.
The mystery of things long gone.
What alien powers impinge on us?
The universe is immense beyond any power of imagining.
We are just a speck of dust in a vast and alien cosmos.
Lots of strange things are going on out there,(and in here.)
—Author Unknown

whirlpool of despair

caught
in the whirlpool
of despair,
fighting desperately
against the ruthlessly dragging,
spiraling vortex,
convoluting into the abyss -
realize: here force is of no use.

let go.
fearlessly
abandon the engagement.

allow yourself to be drawn inert
into the deep.
lose all dismay in the profundity.
pulled in, forsaking
illusionary selfhood,
submit wholly,
merge and blend
into the void... delight!
—Yosy A. Flug

*

free at last, see the wonder:
Ever ancient, ever new

Late have I loved you,
O Beauty, ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!
You were within me, but I was outside,
and it was there that I searched for you.
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
Created things kept me from you;
yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all.
You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.
You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you.
I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.
You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
—Saint Augustine, The Confessions of Saint Augustine

*

the whole baobab tree of illusion
with its roots
and it's trunk
and it's sap
and it's bark
and all its branches and leaves and shade...
all of it,
the whole complete tree -
is contained
in the tiny seed
known by the name
of
"me"

but

ardent self enquiry
uproots
and destroys ruthlessly
incinerating
the entire tree.
no room for "I" or "thou"
no within nor without,
neither you nor me...
the real is ever whole,
impersonal,
boundless, all-pervading
nameless
and free!
—Yosy A. Flug

*

The Great religions are the
Ships,

Poets the life
Boats.

Every sane person I know has jumped
Overboard.

That is good for business
Isn't it
—Hafiz

*

knowledge is fire.
there are various kinds of people
those who heard about it,
but never really saw it.
and those who saw reflections
of its light at night.
then are those
who warmed themselves by it
daring to approach and sit near;
and among them
the ones burned by it
know it best.

but

the lovers alone
those
immolated to the core
they
whom the fire
turned to nothing but ashes
know it truly.
only fire knows fire!
—Yosy A. Flug

*

wanderer,
the path is your footsteps
nothing else...

there is no road
you lay down a path
in the walking.
in walking you lay down a path.

and when turning around,
you see the road
you will never step on
again...

wanderer, path there is none
only tracks in ocean foam.
—Antonio Machado


George Demont Otis     Voice of Spring

I looked for the seeker
within and without.
searched for him everywhere.
and found no trace
of "me"...
only echoes of the friend's laughter
rippling through
empty space.
—Yosy A. Flug

*

I am the dust in the sunlight,
I am the ball of the sun...
I am the mist of morning,
The breath of evening....
I am the spark in the stone,
The gleam of gold in the metal....
The rose and the nightingale
Drunk with its fragrance.
I am the chain of being,
The circle of the spheres,
The scale of creation,
The rise and the fall.
I am what is and is not...
I am the soul in all.
—Rumi

Abandoning intent

Right intent
Is no intent.
When all is perfect, whole,
Just as it should be --
Only gratitude
Remains.
What intent can arise?
Can any purpose spring up
And be
In the absence
Of
'Me'?
—Yosy A. Flug

*

Not knowing
I may not know my original face
but I know how to smile.
I may not know the recipe for the diameter
of a circle but I know how to cut a slice
for a friend. I may not be Mary or the Buddha
but I can be kind. I may not be a diamond
cutter but I still long for rays of light
that reach the heart.
I may not be standing on the hill of skulls
but I know love when I see it.
—Stephen Levine

*

The illuminated donkey
Knowing the all in all
Is content
Eating dry thistles and hay...
Enjoys shade and water,
Companionships and rests,
No different then any other
Ordinary ass.
Keeps tagging along destiny,
Just observing in glee
Whatever transpires.
Plodding patiently on,
Remaining ever tranquil,
Unattached and free.
—Yosy A. Flug

*

The Unbroken

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open
to the place inside
which is unbreakable
and whole,
while learning to sing.
—Rashani

*

Mind may crawl
Mind may aspire
Mind may renounce
And mind may desire.

Mind may be seeing
And mind may be blind
Mind can be seeking,
And mind can find. . .

Mind plays it's games.

But
I
Don't
Mind!
—Yosy A. Flug


George Demont Otis     Hills of Two Counties

 


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