To my God, Sri Krishna; my spiritual master, Srila Bhaktivedanta Narayan Maharaj; Sad Guru; Jesus Christos; my family, especially

my father, who gave me this task; and my mother, without whose work, enthusiasm, editing, and spiritual energy I could not have completed this volume today. Blessings, Hare Krishna, F. Trejos Vinokuroff

Introduction These poems may be read in almost any way due to their openness. They contain many open polyhedric symbols in order to help us awaken, stay alive, and remain well built. These poems are like prayers in that they evoke things greater than the here and now, yet they arise from the present. The sentences are not particularly absolute or definite; rather, they should be used as ties or sneakerspart of life. They come from an individual way to acquire and become wisdom and life in an organic and playful way. Surrealism and symbolism play an important part in the appreciation of these poems. The poems are surreal in that they exhibit a shift of ideas into living things and they convey nonlinear logic. Its symbols are like paintings, saying things indirectlyexplaining ideas by showing their inseams, like Huidobro (the Chilean avant-garde poet) said, by not saying that the flowers bloom but instead making them bloom in the poem. So we pursue of these immediate relations to the Things in themselves, the nous inside. There is deep pathos, mental and emotional: a lack of and longing for love, spiritual darkness and desolation (and, later, enlightenment and redemption), questions, aches, and, with all this, the sowing of spirituality (very much Catholic Christian, as well as other Indian notions concerning heightened awareness, freedom, and bliss). So, this is a sort of catalogue of the stages of spiritual and magical seeking for life in a most total way, with belief and experience of the Absolute; it is an inclusive spirituality of the seeking and lost wandering of young souls in the modern and postmodern worlds, and like bread crumbs, the poems lead to something on one of the many paths that has no name yet is real and personal.

Prologue by Ana Vinokurova A man in search of himself, of his integrity and identity in a dispossessed world of spiritual and moral values, where his way is a labyrinth and infinite spiral of fears, stalking, and voracious violence in the fight for life and the victory of the strongest. Whoever does not share this language or accepts this mode of behavior is not seen, is a carcass, with no time or space. He is devoured by the hungry jungle of life and society. The spirits grace, hopethe smile of the innocents who envision a world better than it was that has been lost. Its the struggle of opposites that shines through this poetic creation, that plants another kind of revolution in the search for the truth. It is a reflection on the ever-searching soul for joy and peace, sense, love, acceptance, and company. A desperate scream for salvation from pain, the unchangeable, indifference and all the disintegration, the false promises, nontheless not loosing the true promise one behind. Against its solitude, nothingness, and madness. No limits, no masks, guilt, or shameeverywhere are lies that point to no cross or crown. A surreal and symbolic chant to hope and life, always in deadly battle with ethereal forcesduality and affliction, the somberto finally achieve the real, the truth, and the life. The poetry is filled with airs of hope and victory, as well as pain, tribulation, and solitude (ever present and in the way). Its badge is silence after every uttered word. Also, irony at the crossroads of words and the absurd, leading to renunciation. Also, we have the unforeseen and ineffable baffles of endless questions and eternity to take it all in all part of the human precondition. Here, many gifts of the spirit given by the Highest of the High flow endlessly. Pains meaning sprouts edification, where all the feelings of impotence, indefinition, and inadequacy are part of todays psyche, one and all to some degree, in this time and space, many times invisible yet partly found.

The Cross & The Crown COLLECTED POEMS 19972010

ALPHA
PART I
Wordless voice I hear you O, great beyond Flux of joints Snapshots of things. Before the birth of their meaning. I am before everything & everything is in me Possibility O, negative patience Formless Mother superior of Forms Humming forever the trance of waves, come! Some softly, some silent, Some furious; O, silent harmony, Let me be finally eaten Please dont deny me Paramesvar-i! Motherly swallow Vibration Consuming all thoughts, feelings, moods To a somersault halt

O, Slowness, become me.

Man of stories
My knees of power The grace & elegance Gypsy bash Trembling gash. You lazy, industrious vagabond, Finder, gazer, groove catcher Find the angles & the looseness So that It may come to you. Still eyes give! Power and grace And true Salvation Nevermore fixations Traps for & by me. Forgetful bliss Dreamy ease Nothing is really True or serious Something always finds you. I took my cane to discover the world in my broken balcony And the world came and it was bright & straight

Mind portrait

Nerves of nylon, nerves of steel, which will break with my shrill cry. Strange red-eye man staring, Is he lonely, is he stoned He is somewhere else Where is here by the way? Fine-nerve mandolins are shaking feet fashion_ Aches legitimate Depth, thought, self projection. Ant people world, afraid of touch Of pain, some mad enough to eat each other, cause it goes on & on One thing leads to another. Old people childrens wonder, In those eyes everything is noble. Slender, tender look Dreams, possibilities, little lies To so forget hell Which is, by the way, most human efforts. Sobriety, occupation, dark wood, cold tea or coffee Getting up before dawn probably Olden book people To be loved by God To shine Him. __________________________

A je ne que pais of the sickening thing In the air; is it just me? What triggers certain smiles, feelings, gestures: A sad face, A jubilant one next to the other. Strange meanness I fear A straight, tight, dark face Aliens to this world File down green and white. A very kind smile, so many hues A calibration of lies A kidding grace Shifts fast mirror like. A passing gesture & sigh comes along Straight on the line. A fortune cookie A random mathematical equation The pleasure of surprise. ______________________

Gum sole shoes

Sly, soft, smooth screech Another side of beauty An inner inseam becomes visible A certain soft pop freedom A kid at heartor fully? __________________ Thinness of air Inside & out

The architect foundation of a face Of facing It A pale trembling thinness The heart quivers mightily What is weak can become noble What is strong blind What hand did trace those lines, shadows Memory, deeds What pale hand disappears? A mess, a cruelty? Is all just a mystery This is no playground Our faces neither grim nor straight Or twisted joyfully Just forgetfulness, Almost nothing A confused idea What is clear my friend? What is certain that cannot be put down in just years, centuries, millennia? Home in the storm The city eats, moans, and groans. Poets are hungry forever for life & freedom, or something else Room, making sense, relocating grand alchemy All written everywhere, wall & face Shall I tremble in joy or fear? O, white sublime things. Eating in silence

The bitterness and grudge Muffles & grumbles & munching & fumbles Moments die in silence before birth. Shaking, seemingly sweaty hands Seems like hes from the river Solitude, magical Why come out? Where is it darker? Death does not part Only lack of love Abjection, pain, power Negative capability The fiery navel crosses solemnly. Radars Open connection Blank slates make the best masterpieces. Misery, mighty lonely, mighty selfish Seeing everyone inside The shadow, the curse. Shining afloat in the gearing Most blessed empty hands raised up high. Why bring a child to this world of pain Impossible to live & love this! A cripple brown paper bag for holy figs What is all the fuss? Turn on your window and see How little you know

Corpses filing up and down in illusion and fashion So much a tragedy of mistakes All this Just, then, why? Musts & side street crossings Urgencies, things impossible Freedom of open skies & its weights The swift, severe pace, character Abe Lincolns melancholy Broken dreams like a frozen flower. The wind black iron brazen All can see in any hue Now dark, lonely, severe Any day, for any one can be Genesis or Apocalypse & no one can choose. Two ways, free will The trembling hand The pounding heart A wild blinding eye Is the living a death becoming? Time shrinks & expands With joy and pain Clocks melt softly & everything else too Can relativity reach all time & space? Lord let me reach the absolute integration

Pain is red Lack of love, & so she bled Bled black, red, & blue blood all the ills they go And the goods too, Till ol miserable life went away, Unmasked and ashamed. Old frames, old brown severe Wood works An ancient man full of tales as of hay Music & silenceno noises, no names; No errors, converted. Blessed in accommodations Jigsaws hee-ho The eye that sees not too much Staring intent, a little The mad craving The everlasting aches, The wrong moves & wrecks And in order to survive, belief in resurrection. Mind lost in the haze & the wind A blurry image Eased up borders. A conversation of memories Drunken out of time conjectures A way out A smile with no weight.

Bitter dry taste of despair Gone with bitter ale & its forgetfulness. An olden placedark wood Oaken smoke, bitter dreams of dry, & tasty true paradisiacal fruits Leaden pain longing and giving fruits unknown. A dark portrait Black all over Pain hidden True feeling Both sides Dramatica.

PART II Never look deep or twice Own yourself & God appears Devil is the belly, eating itself endlessly, And all mirrors shall turn and turn in play So the sad game will end in all smiles & tears as grains of sand & skies gems. Nothing is really despairing or lasts too long Grace Whatever comes in the ethics of freedom Rule! See through Overcome

Be Breathe & rule Its a show Read it Lose it kindly Know then forget Wait on Him & Her, On Their works, Cause were here to live, overflow, and rave in holiness Never stay behind the shadows out there O, edgeful one Heights friend Dare ahead and never fear In your noble strangeness Master & feel it Surrender & surface the grand discovery, Sinking all the way through the Arcane seas, the sands are so sweet The angles and the visions: so open, so free in the peripheries of the possible Breathe See Be I love the simplest of wonders Like a silent seat upon an endless end Just a landscape of a promised land & truly Im satisfied There I hunger or thirst no more I long, Lord I reach out and wait. May I never lose my mind or my ground or feet

Dear God: what can I do? Until when will I disjoint my bones to dust? One day Ill forget all the pollution and fade away O, wasted dreams, a cloud of sighs follows me down May I touch the ends firmament and texture and be swallowed invisible. May my feet Walk & pound O, what lovely Grave sounds. Once I tried to stitch my fingers in a knot Then hum to keep the bees away Then Id straightened my back so as to die with some dignity Like new angels in the joints of time Wave catchers, high flyers Have at last found Places to be & new rumors whisper in the streets As I walk like a lion, King of cats, In gum soles, Beat, bubble gum pop, Street bop, Rhymes beauteous Walking poetry So I go long and roll my eyes in time Not to miss it & never look straight into it & crooked joint hop Mantra jazz jokerbox Gour Gour Gour Hari Bol!

PART III
I now remember the right words, the place where everything is NEW perpetually. I smiled, she laughed. Sadness falls & smiles Fadesyet an inner glow of triumph so godly Solitary satisfaction

The man I never was

The strong, proud, brave & fixed hero of the times Yet I tried & loved everything Perhaps too much Too much silence The fireworks of heaven light my way As a certain love did always warm me Though being a crooked, cripple, shining soul, Too happy, too old. A promised road shines ahead, Precious deadly. Ill stare my piercing eyes almost blind My fearsome bellies sucking life & go pray & hope & look To the sky, where my help comes from Perfect and well timed For He knows you too well.

Strip yourself of lead my friend, Grow out your last truth to a new one, & beauty from alien moss By not searching and forgetting I have become, from dying, despairing, disappearing, silently glorifying the highest of the high, waiting Head down in hood, rained upon, hands stretched out Beginning to live Endless fires of desire, Earthquakes of grace, Famine, flood, thunder The scared child wants to play Yet is weak and dying Restlessly fed Is it sad? Or interesting? Only the witness shall know and say For mystery & impossible things are spoken of It that burns good & ills webs By fire & spirit Higher than high Human essences, old in wisdom A nexus silence slants. Humbled before it all, The powers that control my desperate gestures & jests Like the innocent inclinations of a forgotten doll & music around fades like smoke I dream of giving form to all this: Autonomous and perfectly controlled, yet perfectly formed so as to achieve an end, with dignity.

I think I was born for this peace, so hard to reach yet free Unattained with leaden feet and adamant desires. Today I kiss the walls of the great labyrinth I hear echoes of immemorial beauty Snake charms and shadows of ideas too tired, too ill. Sinking is the ship of celebrations, of the descent so gleeful and blind Self-explanatory self My pay and wanton solitude that makes things out of void. Days of weary toil and nights of dreams of rebellion against my prisms, prisons And I go happily to a warm grave in the corner of corners vermillion velvet. So he comes, the Fisher King wet and new, No cross, no reign Yet oh-so-kind and blue, Yet a definite tragedy When good takes ill for good and knows it The maidens wave hello in homecoming. What is this thing we live in, humming all around A dreamy mind makes it better A little less strain, force, or longing. Like when ones eyes open to all sides & begin to arrive Whats this life? That turns & screws & tangles so many knots, patterns, figures Who can help me understand? Is it so brief and full and confusing? I believe I must dwell in perpetual forgetfulness

Just hearing whispers and echoes Of some hazy Gods lullabies, Or even the shriek of the darkest hour. So I get that its just keeping your seat, Clinging to bright and lovely sights Gardens once filled with innocence That surely old mans experience will one day, with the wretched child, Expire. Look now to this my death, Overflowing eyes, mad with fury, consumed, red & white. The flame is still Who can withstand? Is it real, is it real? Is this really It? Astoundingly it was So lost that all is alien No touch or charm Or alm or calm My lips are dry, The deserts jealous, & the memory runs the blood in blaze. I proceed to stall so estranged & fear does frostbite my guts & some grace & some despair Black eyes, white disappearance His silence makes it easier Was he ever Here? Oh yes indeed

The rules of verse

Distraction, little effort, quotidian stuff, surprise, magic, vitality, wonder, between asleep and awake, a little close, a little far, commotion, truth, beauty, here-there-everywhere, many tongues of fire and the great silence, juxtaposition and cleanliness, noise, the unbearable, any careless charm, sound, beat, bipolar, and always ever-changing etceteras.

A rubber soul yogi

At the right time Wise beyond any known clues & suggestions, union and timing For to be is to see Silence, space Using all exhaust pipes For as one did say, the path of excess leads to the tower of fascination, comes from curiosity, And oh, lad, leads to the bottomless pit Dont worry, many ways to go and things to meet and see Never expected Flow more randomly angel Woe your wonderful fascination A lock and a key! Aho! Move, cycle, replenish your steam, So many strange flowers and fruits grow Get high on Spirit with the Highest of the High, No need fury, will, or excess, For Jacobs ladder is bent,

Begin to learn to see things go on, the living scriptures & theater so new, For wisdom is a daily thing, feeling of flow & godly, peaceful might to rule, So silent & elegant, a dove Well measured & timed Give, welcome, forgive, so beautiful what we can project through So I finally say hum & say go chew my own branded gum, In the art of losing & gaining all Of all your dead, lost places, thoughts, trains, or dreams Even seas bigger than Keep your eyes on high watch, no clocks tonight A solitary kiss, This is for you: all seers of the endless and instant We are birds, so sing, let us fly We go as cats, sly and slender With no goodbyes He was a strange walking man To you theres no end Do mirrors tell of strangeness in lines and shadows Well he seems so full of stories like flocking fairy stock He creeps, he stalks Ideas and situations Positively dramatic As seems to me every individual is that same strange walking man, With fabrics cut or not to fashions day. There are dark black womens socks Tight, stern, surreal They walk as of a certain clan (just looking knee-foot) Shes pounding on

Theres a need for conversation, noise, coughs fear of nothingnessabsurd Absurd dark ancient motivation Fears desires The creeping craving Self-eating self. Yet nothing remains. Black, glassy, steely, creepy eyes A controlled raving Blue-eyed madness. Excess Water in the eyes, drunken hell, The ol big belly eats you up. Sweet musician percussion, precision, Hitting notes, pre-thoughts. O, spirit of adventure With the fire of a flaring chimera I chased just about everything & nothing in particular Everythings lost & nothings nothing I remember the 4 winds & yet keep lost All is noise God! I head out again ever again with airy soles Dont mind bleeding, thats what Im here for Or cry, cause its for something I imagine then I just can reach the other side of morning But forever

Ill be an oil painting in trance Ill be another Ill be nothing

Monster
Now with hunch & cane I roam Free & joyfully lost! My faith may be dying of hunger. In love, life, and the world Im definitely no human Not that I ever was But just look a little strange and inspire fear Oh, what have I become! O, you object of lost love, recognize me in the crowds Just something like a form Something human and speakable Its just that my continent has been divided and I dont know which band to turn Tis but the civil war of the hemispheres Is just that Im too far, forget that and its cold If I go is for I must & become invisible Like a confused noise Like what just crossed your shoulder With all your intent now youll furiously see that All is frenzy, a vision forced through & quickly forgotten And, yeah, youll rave! Our dear friend, Sisyphus Lighting his pipe of self-denial

And, so beat, he tells the truth Of the ark, the loss, & the waking hour_ Teach us oh, please, to forget like you so joyfully, He sighs, then shrugs, then goes down the valley to disappear. Your double is always near, your dear Ka, praying, whispering, inspiring with angels, fairies, demons He just knows a little more Learn to hear & self-know; Youll blow yourself away. The man with long fingers sat at his piano, which was really just a prop, A tool of bridges, He quickly and quietly shakes He begins to grow (this chordful, mechanic shattering of nerves) He wants to blow the layers, and outrageous playing all the high & the low. But its all just fantasy, magic, phantasmagoria: Purple delights. Dissolve into the night Dissolve all skins For now its quiet and blissful and safe A time for joyful, child-like surrendering Fun, play, rest. PART IV Gone away movement Protected and astray

Theres lots of fear in the way I think Im donefor the day Or for goodstill a light Shines through mercifully. God is everywhere God I trust I&I My dearest I long for you God, I fear this valley I fear this changing, turning, churning wheel I tremble & grieve in silence Hoping, gasping, praying for an end To error & accident & the drastic I love & love happiness Happy endings I fear more than I can bear I try now to forget God take me, Im yours. Nerves strumming guitars All the walks of the mighty damned Of desire, craving, & need. Trembling leaves, tremblings, and also knees Breathing heavy, eyes moving Sternly she takes her violin case And walks away In silence & into mystery One I might never know Under the sun & blinding moon.

She danced so elegantly alone Eyes turned inward Free from others a truest of joys, the solitary. He was cool, calm, it seemed, But, then, a deepness in certain spaces of speech and breath, Much different, so true, so cool, what does it all mean? So, so human stillWOW!!!! A writer & a human or, better, a wounded poet and yet is held together by God knows what threads! Memory black I sway with awe, longing A pale hurray But my hand sweats in the trigger of a clock Fading images: long time friend & enemy pursuing consensus, sense, perfection Burning trains go away I find myself swimming in black rivers Then wake up to gigantic plains Of people and their skins Up with mold & still I search for the clock Now handless I give up! Ding dong, dread! Here it comes again The ghosts of soul asylums Repetition, longings, fears Of losing in the night We wrestle toward the future.

In games or in fights & the universe conspires the music in all its channels To reach, cut out, mend, put together the twisted strings of the braids I lay down & watch this time factory go about As if watching a toy, a dull city, a crazy mirror I try not to mind anything at all So that I can survive & breathe it all in, thoroughly and immaculately. The green door Is there a hidden pixie among us? The lucky, musical, little Irish lads, Dance and smile like some dream, shouting ji-ya But all thats inside I just watch the door to see if it belongs to me, to enter and frolic With such dear company On a pale afternoon, end of winter, spring breezes soft, a greenish perfume. The door opens & they lure me in. May the children roam free Endlessly Like mass running mighty & upstream Take-me-in How together, what insight What wonderful fright The instances so fiery & eyes so flash Burn within Like a kite flying one Like a majesty unveiled, like pure forms flower and fold

Fair & foul I gently die again today

To complete a movement
It takes a movement to burn to ashes, black out a whole circle, oppositions, Fights, struggles, intermezzos, and keys! Keys! Keys! To the next, a painful counter position, a powerful collision; The face grows red, green, or pale And rips the veil And toss & turn for their pleasure Theyve gained! So that you can come back again To your desire, your space inside The empty music box The time expands, it shrinks, It fits in your angry fists As you fight against the weights of the planets, The purging, The wailing Till your eyes are violently open And surprise! All anger transforms, A mold, a karma, a fixed or unfixed space As well as time in its gears Jumps you into cosmic time Listening to things, some old, some new, Others forgotten What may be happening in the eye of the symphony You must get sick, whimper, bless, curse, & die You must turn you into you

Purple as days ends sky Lose to retrieve Become becoming into being Do not get tangled with many heavy things growing on you. For the music is turning lovely, so is the dance To complete you must delete To rejoice in fullness die in dryness And not be anyone, yet be one For all that goes on for you each day All the movies of your dreams, desires, fears, nightmares All this old groan is going on for, If you help beauty & fortune Might surrender a tear for you begetting today or tomorrows eve And so the final fatal strokes Making quiver in the night And quieter delight As the moments fade, the piper, the marks, smokes, days, memories, me Awaken again to the bell in the key. The children smile as if about to break From a trance or dream of playfulness Like a hungry reality, But, then again, never mind, we can always forget and start over.

Wild birds
With a glow & a halo & dangerous air Arrive with flashing eye The terror keeps & prays

They come like omens Wildend cries A warlocks legion in disguise They come hungry for something They search and ravage They look deep for prey Now excited, feathering away, feathers everywhere, They move & move from inside my head Cries, cries, Reds & blacks & bloody orange Shadow specks, all over the place Now a hundred psychic crows and owls rip my clothes & skin & claws dig deep to take me to the mountain peak For a midnight death atonement I lie awake in silence deadly The birds are all quiet watching me Waiting for me to die of fear Theyre dead still, staring I shake & try to speak But tongue tied Ive been here too long I surrender to die heroically, perhaps, in somebodys eyes They come and eat me gently and I in poetic sigh reply with a smile, no pain, This is glory, not tragedy. Part IV Tea revisited United in a beat and hum

Coughing throat roughing The rightness of place Silent tea peace Empty fullness True levity The sounds & glow; A homecoming celebration has come Cheer leading the unseen world Gracing & toasting all things forgotten Random collection of the free fruits and roots Playing the mathematical equations to open the lotus gates! Rejoice! Be merry! Hear the bells!

BETA
(A villanelle for a very special girl)

Piercing Angel
1 When seen alive and brimming with 2 A life so far and deep 3 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear & see 4 What and how and if 5 My blood is wine my heart coal 6 When seen alive and brimming with 7 Was it this or that I heard

8 The muse once and then I prayed 9 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear 10 Yes its you and me all hand-in-hand with mirth 11 Through storms and magic and adrift 12 When seen alive and brimming with 13 Come with me, take this stroll in moonlit airs 14 Come, Come you, fairies, angels, what may 15 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear 16 And I know I dont belong to the heath 17 And love black tied to the end with flares 18 When seen alive and brimming with 19 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear

For Vessie
Vessie Vessie so madly beautiful soul a charming in a world of make-believe everything goes so pure and so strange, no rules are needed, no chance of breaking the milk of paradise which now flows when we clean our eyes and see THE ETERNAL to which I humbly invoke in every deed & thought so as to learn to make love as virgins to everything that surrounds

and amuses us, me & also no one loses, for it is beyond decay, remorse, hopeless darkness: self-effulgent yes, my sister, that is faith and hope killing shame and despair, dried to death in their ghost-filled deserts I now go into this sort of promised land &, even if I die on the way, its mere existence makes me sigh and therefore live

When the wind of change does whistle

Your merry tunes of drunken jingles And you smile with the autumn As angels sigh with tears and frown O sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody When your voice does falter and taint With the tremor of heaven and purple intent And your dreams do take their due heights Wailers do remember and sing with delight O sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody Aho! behold something is born! Tween her silken heart beauty does bud A pearl of hope for the helpless wanderer, astray on her shore For innocence so forsaken is now the maiden of the promised lore O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free

Can I stay on your side and make you a melody? Oh! If one should stand by her pale fire in slow burn If one should be found true and worthy of that miraculous sight! And grace that is rapt in her flare, Ecstasy, surprise, mystre O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody? Tales of old, the moons child and despair Silver rings, the promising and careless sidelong glance The poisoned pangs of dreams of air And stars shall twinkle forever O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody? There is something hidden that can be seen from any side There is a heart that nurtures the once-barren lands Feel it all, reflect its soul Catch it, touch it, and make it Alive, as only you can O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody? If one day this pierced heart shall run ashore Castaway from the world, void of form Settle, work, play, come of age, and grow old A treasure house of holy beauties far and widewe shall share and behold O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free Can I stay on your side and make you a melody?

Yes, Aho Yea

When the sky is gray And all life has vanished, I tell you stay higher Than it. For all Ive learned Through mystic whispers, Let it be raised to hear some desolate calling Born to the endless And senseless untangle. Long lost counsel and soothsayers At the end of your weary days, Lets go, smitten brethren, For hope isnt vain. Brazen fiery flames of confusion Strengthen the brave. Stages for the survivors, Dressed in white and ever tortured, Now wailing does ease, and loves remembrance Unfolds. Peace is longed for, with the revealing Grace Its toll, burden, and strong hold face Wholly in the end. Jesuss words do slide through the ears; Both sadness or desolation do adore the Prophecy. Time is sleepless on guard In the immovable; Nevermore pains mindful reign.

Wonder, the Fruit of Truth

Our hearts moan for the lost balance and cry for the confusion. Alienated from our architectural thought by ruthless occasions, Death and drought as the midday sands, Dew that is love hardens before the stepping Fear. Thick eternizing each day of limitless elevation, Depressions stand back, For the purified soul condenses with no despair Good does always come Tween roots and courage, The inner covenants of the Great Feeler As a seed of the Earth shall grow Come to see The clear dawning of angelic life, Untouched and Holy. Many deaths toll to many lives, Almost always misunderstood

The Tribulation and Endurance of the Saved Chosen One

If so Nature decrees, And the journeys start losing wise forethoughts, There must rise a royalty in this mystic coherency, And the long awaited and doubtless answer will come: Lets wait with it, bear it through; Faith will bring clairvoyance. More certain than experience, Seed of the endless fruits Belonging,

Becoming, And thou shalt go on without a sensed existence, And this war cry is for any thoughtful, sound person, Any smitten and foggy receiver. No key is at last found

The Masked Treason of the Innocent Seeker

The time became matter seconds before arrival, Something shook the tremor, Someone scared Fear herself. From the day I knew Him, the Truth did reveal Sublime yet obscene. Oh! How close can we be! The holy of holies, Great cleansing tribulation Beyond its angst and grief haze Has the tool that forged me! The food that I receive, Not even in the ancient oasis. I was lost in dreams; May it be a scary storm sign And never carry the mountains of Promethean despair In a sad and chain-clad myriad woes. Double moon and stars of prophecy, The winds do silence, and He does guide, Appears at midday as the day he parted. The sea does swell as joy

Of those who feel near the Promised Land, And it shall appear from the horizon. Now everything will relentlessly change.

Experience, Observation, Meditation

Choosing a golden door, Flying without feeling the arrival To a kingdom more than awaited Thickening the test in a slave chain The expression in the stare Coming to live 64 moons The vision is at hand for the fortunes soldier God and soul merging Life and stillness The soul-grazing fleets Melting over time over the fields Of the universal Fascination does shine over the cold damp air Magic does awaken the silence in the ears; The old earth is a living theater Magic men and wise ones do meditate for destinys sake Clear and cloudy where there orbit

The lentils of the infinite soul

Gladly, thank you, my sad woman This bitterness will turn into honey Running and dashing blindly When will you know that soon enough Ill dry up

Vast our superior, Love as tender as fantasy Nothing more free Engraved is the scenery in possibilities With always some railway from which to catch your freight Time to tune up To triumph and flower within breaths of ideal nature.

Regret or forget in heaven or in hell

Changes behold chances that revolve Possibility makes the truths unfold: All that is beyond must never be fore-drawn. Told as the mysteries which the keys hold A fantasy gliding upon my ever-learning soul. Screaming is plenty To which the season denies Cry at the gates but remember youd be there Shine yourself against the windy sky Across the morning star, Cast out by the fire. Sing now for the retired sire Time alone will yell your name In heaven or in hell.

The guilty are marked

Time is constantly lost Following behind a mad rabbit That mindlessly suggests

Pursuing those impossible findings Enlightenment is a lonely candle In the windy days of mans life Never fear. The desirea reminder Who will ever wish to run headlong into harm Ancient fool Smoking in his forgotten realm of lost things Some new land and horizons do shine their lights They suddenly blacken and madden Terrors become mighty The song does resound Neon all around Make your own history and finish the unending show.

Primitive serpentine
Seers of uncertainty Without one to guide them Hungry poverty is at the end of the day. Otherworldly saviors far away smile sadly Tis the meal of the earthly slave The accord of high pitch screams Desperations symphony Troubling danger Life long lost Clear as air Achilles heel for insatiable titans Yet I thirst deadly for timely knowledge Many fools in asylums

Tried to control minds razor, And bled to the last drop.

Melodic caress
The lost color of your soul does shine in my ear The mermaid screams captive And in touch the dissolving sensation Face of memories make one recall empty accords Loves soothing from oneself Endow softly clouds as garments O children of air! Laughing sweetens perplexity Filling our cups with olden liquor. Fixing up pollen to the tuned souls Prolonged vibrations Love and its deadly spade Ecstatic music does swing into diamond lapsus May this trance never decay!

The Tribulation and Endurance of the Saved Chosen One

If so nature decrees And the journeys start losing wise forethoughts There must rise royalty in this mystic coherency And the long-awaited and doubtless answer will come

Lets wait, bear it through Faith will bring clairvoyance. More certain than experience Seed of the endless fruits Belonging Becoming And thou shalt go on without sensed existence And this war cry is for any thoughtful, sound one Smitten and foggy receiver No key is at last found In the eyelids of some elsewhere dimension Briefly comes and swells Something In the mystery of the dance and the wind Its the instant, the fleeting Intangible and parallel constellations Everything trembles and falls into place Growing deeply and elated Takes my spirit to a freedom soulscape Unconscious harmonies of the eternal cascades There is no clarity In my being hope to understand Turbulence that I cant know their reasons Come and go dancing in the great dark I appease my mind and hallow my Father Holy air, stay by my side one more day For love has granted a lighted guide to my troubled mind Confusion has been cleared, Illusions burnt

My heart is now a still well Reality in duality and yet unified Wave after wave, the river sways to the sea Radiant and reactive, everything manifests in oneness Animated and limitless it can free itself form its bound instinct Forgetful of its essence Examines and observes the untrodden secret tracks That in this gray jungle the devils are loose But, aho! The pure heart is the redemption, Gods eye, and the candle of salvation! Both?One? Changes with no conceptionbirthunderstanding Twisted and reassembled woodworks Precepts and perception The fragile existence of my heart-glass You are very big and yet weak Void and disillusioned The light and love Endless forces The magic kingdoms of song

A glimpse of Life
In your happy day you are what you are Dont lose and forget even a tad of your holy love The soul sings delighted Burns in fiery airs chainless I sing in tears because I feel And dont lament my endless sufferings

Here I am and will survive For truth is why I am here for The Father and the Son are my foundations Tireless soul and bright waking thoughts For there shall be harmony in the prophets way Even fire burnt and messageless And we must keep on crossing rivers so as not to fall into delirium For the truth can be found I beg to the dry ones: Give me confidence Rootless, no one can hear me The space between is broad Whoever seeks, Grow and suffer, Death crouches round I remember and moan when my breath did leave me Lonely my soul is exiled and dethroned No light or appeasement O my agonizing void! Lord, forgive my lost footsteps Sin burdens me with death Desperate, I search for the blinding lost sun Countless wounds, sorrows, and solitudes drown me Jah does blow a lively air And from the sheol I rise once again Here I come to say Some words of trust and honesty Heartly confessions

To make us feel together the sweetness of truth, Yes, freedom! I walk life endlessly.

Simple rings
The pupil does shine, stained and adorned. Look here where we look, And our minds that do give you life Silent waterfall in the cautious night: Wise and piouswealthy and beautiful Her Another long night in the rocking ship Waiting in doubt How shall I kiss the smiling morning?

If I could crown her

The kingdom of the awaiting gates Give to the infatuated landscape green and golden lights; But that is, go swim mindfully, That it might seduce and poison, Hanging not knowing the delicate vineyard of birthing, Oh, but how much to lose or make appear? if only I could crown the randomness of learning For them to begin to know

Foreign roaming
Feel the soul in a garden: Soft, delicate, with a birthmark and a gaze. Feeling isnt maddening Wise and prodigious lying in the flesh Plays with the uncertain mind Being loyal and never understanding Breaking loose for its ever-new sunshine, And smoked in the vapors of imagination Bursting the visions And its dark again.

Between acts
Tween the steps of the crossroads Unfriendly grounds in which we survive And Life wont let us sink deeper. Integritya fleeting hope That will see us through Beyond battered fear and decaying sadness The curtain of the times makes it all hard to tell Yet the seasons do compose melodies, To see the notes that hold it together Pain and suffering do clean the walls of thought Taking angst to new understanding For one brief moment alone To die for approximation

I am that I am
Do you know that unconsciousness does own us? The need for euphoria or a different sensation Terrorizes minds new lands Able to devour its suitors. Birthing sun and too many rays over the mind. I dash this persistent notion And conquer the here and now. There is no other obstacle For the avenging currents of the mind Behold the ancestors and their deepness The masters and their lonely holy breaths Forever this story does let go its secret flake Dreamy milk does rain from heaven in this desolate, quiet storm.

Souls tied by their choosing

Each look: a flower garden of hopes That the heart dilutes and asks for more of Like a train fixed on a track What must God wait for? Splinters, leaves, and birds of a feather Will does have power over destiny, Faith, and sacrifice.

Sailor
Reading creeds, infinite mirrors: far away

Pioneers we all sail some sea or other The waves, the shores, lucky elsewhere The spirit open to space and blooming, evolving Jumping revolutions toward drying Forgetful in the diversions of play Childish vineyard, departing a masked ambush Into night Sickening creativity Keys to the intuitions.

Consequence and prophecy

Forgotten sex so lost in void Each time you can think Crying in redeeming an ancient punishment For disrespecting the truth Now 100 walls do waste darkness and spleen Over your deadly pit. How many fears are begotten as flowers with no prairie to pray? Always do these mirrors disguise love with levitations From dueling with the never-ending High from fear Ghosts do crowd and liven the sunset In the dying schools of yesteryear. Invoking the possessed trance Comfortably laying over rugs and pipe burning Turning in the dry and lost hill over yonder Opposing the wound from where wisdom does bleed Meditate a moment and discover your day.

Eroded

Erected in late howl Behind where he had appeared Unhappy forgetting Where have I been lost? Observation confounded by brightened sensitivity; Oh, where to search for the lost treasures? More than a world Scarce are the sources of this abstract sacrament. Its sap does flow toward the horizon, Bursts the roots of the mount Rotting by ignorance And misunderstood time. It budded and will burst, Multiply, and devour Softly the hours do dry.

Without the house of delights

Captivate its word tween ambient and other houses Refuge without abandoning Other emblems will madden and head toward the cities Songless trees will awaken the puppets to delight Long are always the detours of dominions of no-mans-land! Eyes are numbered Clinging to its roads shall swim over hallucinations, Are you mind or marbles? I see the whistling papyrus string, Inspiration that I no longer admire

A humid delirious twist of fate As a stray deadly shot The delight is not present Only the ghostly thread, captive as love amid hatred No means or elaborate plans Just sinking in abundant sands No walkers shall appear without blindness In white, bright-lighted minds.

Free
Untie the far away charm In ancient face Young as the dew in childrens souls Sincere seed of grace Tears of sublime intensity do flood The colors of illusion Fortune plants deep precision in the murals of the heart Open hands, song of harmony And genuine joy Stellar magic, millenary beyond Life does knit answers to the troubles youve found Searching, waiting, floating Tend oneself on fertile fields of gold To engender ones perfection In idle sights to behold. The regions of lightning How bright is melted joy! Running through crystal caverns

A stroll through other realitys realms Its here and its now! And panic is steps closer every hour How beautiful yet bizarre This subtle presence A web spread so far Take one look and be stoned to death! The emptiness did invade the springtime A kiss Nameless energy Through music did the rainbow return There at the beginning Kingdom of abundance and rejoicing The spirit does shine in the heart As the moon on the suns dreams Dance, for youre alive May no one take your calm Awaken! Journey far to the heights so you can breathe! And savor the void reflected after sound The ears of silence Rays of inspiration Returning to the old road made anew in ecstasy

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare!