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The time has come 
Again and again.
From here to then.
The sun wrapped
In love
We find it again.
Drawn to your faith
Becoming the path
You made.
Twenty three
Beautiful and free
The sun rises and sets
We would see the
Resounding 
Commitment
From you to me
Our family
That be.
A wonderful life
For us to see.
It is there
Wrapped in love
In front of we.
Your unstoppable
Passion is
What I see.
Miracles and acts
Of kindness
Are your deeds.
Walking to 
Be free.
Aware as you see.
You help to find
The heart in me.
You showing me
What I’m supposed to see.
The love from the sun
Wrapped around
You and me.
I love you and
What we see.
This act
The actualization 
Of love
As if the grace 
From above
Reflected itself
In a presentation
Of stillness and love
Performing 
Its peaceful fluidity
Of a calling
Of our souls joining.
Always remember
The rabbit can move
Through fear
This is what is near.
Living by one’s wit
Maybe that’s why
You never quit.
Bestowing hidden teachings
And intuitive messages.
Within what’s suggestive
Quick thinking
Strengthening intuition
And paradox
Where the universe 
Is describing 
You and not a fox.
You have humility
Because you are
Soft and yet
Self-asserting.
Although
As you can see,
Your own fear
Leads you to be
Self-aware.
I know I am one
Because I can see
Rabbits everywhere.
Peaceful and free
Finally, I do believe
The divine love
Is wrapped around
You and me.

Rabbits Everywhere

Text:
[Verse]
Little bird on the windowsill
Said
"Come back and I will"
Do you think I will?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Tied you up in the night
Why do you put up a fight?
If you think you might
Will you
Will you
Will you?

[Chorus]
All I know is the endtime
Endtime
Said
"We know it's the endtime
Endtime"
Heard a voice say
"It's the endtime
Endtime"
But all I know is the endtime
Endtime

(solo)

[Verse 2]
In the ground with my friends
I know I'll be there in the end
And we will
Oh
We will
We will
We will
In the sun
Skin and bone
Let me in
Take me home
You think you'll
But will you
Will you
Will you?

[Chorus]
All I know is the endtime
Endtime
Said
"We know it's the endtime
Endtime"
Heard a voice say
"It's the endtime
Endtime"
But all I know is the endtime
Endtime

(solo)

[Bridge]
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?
Will I
Will I
Will I?

[Chorus]
All I know is the endtime
Endtime
Said
"We know it's the endtime
Endtime"
Heard a voice say
"It's the endtime
Endtime"
But all I know is the endtime
Endtime

Endtime

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The hegemony 
not understood, 
how it influences 
my propensity. 
My reaction creating 
an atmosphere, 
uprooting and hurling 
as my perception 
adjusting to the swirling. 
Confusing my focus 
As I listen to 
Some type of hocus pocus 
of the truth. 
The anatomy of 
my conceptual thinking 
misplaced as my spirit 
begins sinking. 
All all at one, 
Creation’s gentleness 
Is all I see. 
See it where? 
A place where the audience 
Is taught not to stare. 
The attention is  
Directed elsewhere. 
Perhaps by the narcissistic gleam. 
Deny, dismiss, devalue and divorce. 
Becoming their common way. 
Controlling the narrative 
Of discourse. 
So, there it sits unabashed. 
Within its gentleness. 
Bestowing the grace 
Of my acceptance. 
The question is, 
“How did I miss this? 
It was placed 
in a state 
of my illusion. 
Ashamed and divorced 
from the communication 
of my very source. 
Denied by the truth 
of my nature. 
by something 
that pretended 
to be greater. 
Dismissed and devalued, 
by the disparaging acts 
of mindfulness that loomed. 
Please old faithful spirit 
in order to breathe 
I will need soon. 
The exposing of  
This hegemony. 
Bringing back  
the breath 
to me.  
I lay my sins 
on it no more. 
Giving me the light 
To endure. 
By the hegemony 
that attempts to shadow 
my propensity. 
The uprooting 
of my soul 
is the perception 
the choice 
for this subject 
to behold. 
The illusional  
Traumatic ties 
Of my sub-personalities. 
These sins I laid 
In the reflection 
of my vision. 
The world of 
celestial gentleness 
becoming my decision. 
To be defined by 
The object of 
What I see. 
Or to plan and  
simply be free. 
To accept me 
As me for me. 
Giving me  
the power to see. 
The blessing 
to be free.

Old Faithful Spirit

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How and  what
who and when,
to compart mentalize
 my mind.
A clarity
you will find,
from the understanding
the settling
you define.
Epiphanies
lost in your mind.
From egotistical
To FOMO consensual.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

All the experiences
you will know,
You reap
what you sow.
The mind will become
friend or foe.
To experience
and go.
To go
is to flow.
Now 
is your how.
Truth becomes
The Grand
Internal
Wow.
Just love
And remember to
respectively bow.
The remnant to be
is the way I see.
Life within
the parody.
Sympathetically free.
The grand illusion
to endure.
No more!
Life with
no shame.
The relinquishment
of doubt and blame.
Just the truth
to tame.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

Knowing how.
The willingness
to stay 
in my lane.
To not leap
Into what’s
casually
metaphorically
insane.
I sit
in wonderment
of a vision
that illuminates
and frames.
Frames 
the truth
and outlines
the lies.
Creating a visual
of this consciousness
to what’s inside.
The paths 
of our lives.
Becomes analogous
to what’s real.
The coupling
Of your choice.
The disposition
regarding a condition;
a coalition
or demolition
of our own ambition.
Recognition
Of our
Own volition.
the edition,
a suspicion
through our emission.
In opposition.
Self-imposed
Attrition.
This transposition
brought upon
an admonition.
Needless to be
It becomes
what I see.

My Grand Internal Wow

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To know love
through
the boundaries of time
What is the point?
Is it up to me
to anoint?
My shared purpose
with the world 
and beyond.
Please guide my
actions today.

As I watch villages
Being bombed.
How am I supposed
To respond?
To see rhetoric spewed
at the others.
How and when
Did we forget
They are our brothers.

Only an instant
does the world endure.

Will I make it holy?
To begin here and now
or cautious and slowly?

Is it mine to make?
Or do I just take and take?

This tiny instant
full of wonder and mystery
sitting front and center
or on the periphery.

Is it full of pain
For the world to endure?
Or is it happy and free
Just waiting for me/

It is my choice to see
As the world endures.
This holy instant
so simple and pure
In truth is it
right now
Showing me how.

Make It Holy

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Do you see what I see? 
Do you think the way  
I think? 
Do you feel what I feel? 
Opportunity 
to impunity 
discontinuity 
of our communities 
affinity to our  
true identity. 
Despite this 
Importunity 
Of disunity. 
Assuming “he” 
And his insanity. 
My blessed humanity 
Is greater than 
The incredulity. 
This is not duality. 
A mistake 
A misguided reference 
The belief in indifference, 
The Stoic distinction: 
Apathy verses indifference. 
The deliverance  
from our own innocence. 
To know 
I’m not supposed to know. 
“Just walk on by –  
wait on the corner. 
I love you 
But we’re strangers 
When we meet 
Just walk on by 
Wait on the corner.” 
I will not go  
silently into the night! 
How can I not 
know my own apathy 
while I feel this fright? 
If I live in the light 
I will see  
what’s not right. 
Please help me 
Understand when 
to run or fight. 
To stare into or 
look away from the light. 
The genocide  
Of my denial 
Is just love  
That’s being defiled 
By hate and beguiled. 
To look out from within. 
To speak of a world 
With no sin. 
To reach past time 
Not knowing  
Whence its crimes. 
Love all, serve all 
asked a gift of me 
And one I give 
that it be given me. 

*Si Babba 
*John Milton’s 1645 poem. On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity. 

The Stoic

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Transiency
of my perception. 
An obligation 
with no election. 
Consecration 
Of a moment 
while the only outcome 
is our atonement.
To believe in freedom 
is to see freedom. 
To see it running 
through the fields 
up and down 
the trails. 
She was 
a demonstration 
That life 
is really real.
And when it’s time 
To return back 
Into the field 
of grace 
Not bound by form 
or space.
To believe in freedom 
is to see freedom. 
To see it running 
through the fields 
up and down 
the trails. 
She was 
a demonstration 
That life 
is really real.
May the election 
of your next inception 
be upon 
the divine love 
that eternally 
takes place.
To believe in freedom 
is to see freedom. 
To see it running 
through the fields 
up and down 
the trails. 
She was 
a demonstration 
That life 
is really real.

We Love you Karma 10-24-25

Field of Grace

My gratitude is not
another platitude.
It’s where love
never eludes 
the experience.
The fact of
Grace’s impact
on the mind
and the heart’s 
soulful relationship.
This divine act
hearing the message
while the mind
keeps track.
Not confused
by the senseless 
journey - illusion
keeping in contact.
The demarcation,
 
The difference
Between grief
and gratitude’s
 illumination.
The transference of
Love across
the darkness.
The action
 of a dove.
Nothing lost
Not alone.
Just the journey
returning 
home.

To love
is to never 
have lost
the transition
of what we cross.
Thank you 
for the time.
Thank you
for the experience
of love’s continuance.

The difference 
Between grief 
and gratitude’s 
illumination. 
The transference of 
Love across 
the darkness. 
The action 
of a dove. 
Nothing lost 
Not alone. 
Just the journey 
returning  
home. 

Nothing lost 
Not alone. 
Just the journey 
returning  
home

Thank you  
for the time. 
Thank you 
for the experience 
of love’s continuance. . 

The Journey Home

My Eruption
My messiness
Confused
Disordered
Unkept
At times
even penniless.
Did I create all this?
My state of mind
My quaternity
calling me back
once again
to my abstract
reality.

Beyond the walls
of hate.
Only meant
to separate
and instigate
Frustrate
Spewing rage
as I protect this
illusionary cage.

Directing my attention
To more doom scrolling
Projecting the 
Horrors of
Painful cruelty
All of this
Trying to fool me.
To join hate’s cause

I remember
To pause
My
Because.
An ancient call
Beckons
To decorate
My heart
With love’s reminder
To check-in.
My moment
Of adoration
Beyond
And yet
So near.
As if
Right here
Waiting to respond.

To realize
This reflection
of the world’s disorder
begins at home
in my mind.
My equanimity roams.
Ubiquitous
Limitless
and free.
Abundantly
providing me.


My Eruption

Who can it be?
Is it up to me?
Protecting the truth
or is it 
vengeance I see?
vengeance is mine
or
Will this hurt me
More than 
It will hurt you?
Is “who”  mine?
Is “what” projection
from a mind?
The truth and eternity
are intertwined.
The joining 
of our will 
is what I find.
A karmic reaction
not a form
of satisfaction.

The truth
and not vengeance
is our interaction.
It’s greater than me
And beyond
My ability
To understand.
Not
 the consequences
of projection
and its demands.
Karma is not
universal justice.

It’s intentional action.
The five aggregates
Of the condition
And the extraction:
Leave it to me,
Believe in what you see,
Self eternally free,
The courage to be.
My divine holiness
is not up to “we”.
My character 
“Is” contingent
upon 
intentional action
from me.

The truth
and not vengeance
is our interaction.
It’s greater than me
And beyond
My ability
To understand.
Not
 the consequences
of projection
and its demands.
Karma is not
universal justice.

Justice is laid
upon a mind
not necessarily free.
Consciousness “is”
the witness
of the form.
Experience
And 
Labeling
creates its norms.
what I was yesterday,
does it make me
what I am today?
My holiness
will always stay.
The truth 
Is
Our way.


Universal Justice

[Verse 1]
Create a door in your mind, the path has become mental
It's not specifically, all the task to do a list that ever lasts
Your goals within your grasp, a bucket list from the dreams of your past
The freeing of your soul, with everywhere to go, what we reap is what we sow
This karmic judgment we all know
What the doorway represents becomes an instrument, of the abundant, not the repugnant, never redundant
Intentionally triumphant, but super abundant, not some duck hunt of a spinning pundit
I am here, the way will become clear
Don't let your heart become caught in some snare
Listen with no fear, a mental picture will present itself here
The construction of a thinking that will erupt
From the subjugation of its form, this is our soul about to be born
The lifting of the veil of mind being revealed to the truth as we kneel or sit in its grace
The power of standing in awe
Consecration of a celebration of the doorway within
With your heart and mind, the rational soul not being blind
Removing the blindfold from justice's design

[Instrumental]
Vengeance never comes from the divine

[Verse 2]
Replace love back in your mind
Your goals within your grasp, a bucket list from the dreams
From the dreams of your past, the freeing of your soul
The freeing of your soul with everywhere to go
What we reap is what we sow
This karmic judgment we all know
What the doorway represents becomes an instrument, of the abundant, not the repugnant, never redundant
Intentionally triumphant, but super abundant, not some duck hunt of a spinning pundit
I am here, the way will become clear
Don't let your heart become caught in some snare
Listen with no fear, a mental picture will present itself here
The construct of a thinking that will erupt
From the subjugation of its form, this is our soul about to be born
This is our soul about to be born
Born

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