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The salutation
Of my meeting
What I approach
And how 
I’m greeting.
The ability
To see
What and who
Is leading.
This Goddess
Of who?
This Goddess
Of what?
Is my mind shut?
Can God himself
Invite 
What will disrupt?

From him
To her
From her
To him
Where do I find
The gratitude
Or oneness?
From the field
That has
Always been.

Is the 
Speed of light
Always the same?
Then,
How does
Non-duality
Arrive?
Can it be time
Is to blame?
My gratitude
Speaks softly
Of the gifts
And death
Ever no more.

From him
To her
From her
To him
Where do I find
The gratitude
Or oneness?
From the field
That has
Always been.

As my heart 
Speaks out
To a mind
To implore.
The Goddess
Of awareness
And the ego
Nor
This magnitude
Of my gratitude
Is not just
A statement 
Of worldly
Platitude.

From him
To her
From her
To him
Where do I find
The gratitude
Or oneness?
From the field
That has
Always been.

The projection
my perception
Beyond the mind’s
Contemption.
The gratitude
And the Goddess’s
Awareness.
The oneness
From the 
Divine conception
Of my soul
Moving through
A field
Where time
Is not something
You hold.

The Field

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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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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

Feeling Pain [Original]

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So fast
But yet so slow
The winds of change
The fear of loss
What must I forego
When all I hear
Is the calling of my name
To let go of the reins
The cycle of life
The rhythm of now
Becoming my holy how
To trust in
I know in my heart
I feel it in 
my weary bones
My happiness
My sorrow
My joy
And my peace
Are found 
Where and when
I atone.
And will always be waiting
for me today and tomorrow
As November slumbers
I am reminded to slow down
To feel the ground
To feel the space 
round and round
The ancestral calling
Of all those who
walked before me
paving the roads
building the arcs
caring for
our national parks
inventing and making
nearly everything
before me. 
Ferrying to and fro
I bow my head
In thanksgiving
Oh the winds of change
are a calling.
The light in me
The light in you
The light I choose
Is my roadmap
Is my guide
Everything 
I think I want
is binding me
It will provide me
I am ready to let go
Now I decide
To let a new perception
come to me
I bow my head
Gratefully
I know the way
If just for today.




November Slumbers

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The ego and
Cosmic justice
The illusion 
Of something
to corrupt us.
The belief that
 Something will
disrupt us.
The universe that
believes in the
natural order
of just us.

Is it just us?
Something 
Amongst us?
To the tune of
not working
with us –
as there is a 
mechanism that
judges us –
or is it all
just ballocks?
Perception is
A mirror
Not a fact!

Is the internet
there to receive
or to hack
a code that must
be cracked.
Greed that
won’t give back.
Hope built on
deflection
from a true
perception.
Laws with no
Recollection
and an ego
crowned with
its nasty perspective.
We see what we see
But 50 thousand
And student loans
Set free.
Constituting
Separation’s decree.

Is it just us?
Something 
Amongst us?
To the tune of
not working
with us –
as there is a 
mechanism that
judges us –
or is it all
just ballocks?
Perception is
A mirror
Not a fact!

Dharma
Atonement
And
Equanimity
My perception is
What I see.
The opportunity
To free
What’s inside me.
By seeing
A mirror
And not a fact.
A life with
No lack.
As I let go
And step back.
I can see
The intrinsic grace.
Through how I act.
What seems 
To have a beginning
Has no end.
The eternalness 
Of my beloved friend.
Analogous no more.

Cosmic Justice

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Eternally yours. 
A look from within. 
Intrinsically speaking 
From a mind 
That is leading 
To the decent  
Of my soul. 
The essence of 
my altar  
Bringing forth 
The consummation 
Where I sit  
upon my identity 
while the eternal 
candle to 
my memory 
remains lit. 
So, I sit. 
I sit to see. 
I stand to be 
Without fear 
that once 
captured me.  
Projection of none 
deflection is done. 
[chorus] 
Now, inward 
reflection becomes 
the holiness of 
God’s detection. 
To return home 
to what I was 
always destined. 
This complete 
confession 
is a divine 
recession 
into self. 
Self and soul. 
[verse 2] 
Do I have  
the courage 
to behold? 
Or fear 
and the world’s 
projection. 
Leaving this world 
with rejection. 
a denial of me. 
Devotion’s decree. 
A doctrine of 
dissociation  
becoming duality 
my mental vacation. 
[chorus] 
Now, inward 
reflection becomes 
the holiness of 
God’s detection. 
To return home 
to what I was 
always destined. 
This complete 
confession 
is a divine 
recession 
into self. 
Self and soul. 
[bridge] 
My birthright is 
my occupation. 
The apprenticeship 
of me.  
The journeyman’s plea. 
I am self 
a soul having  
an experience 
of me 
As I am released 
to see  
my eternal 
Divinity 
welcoming 
and accepting 
forever pure 
soulful nobility. 
Beyond a world’s  
corruptibility.  
[ourtro] 
No walls 
or barriers 
Self and soul 
intrinsically leaping 
through consciousness. 
I become 
ever expanding 
Awareness. 
The eruption of 
my identity’s grace 
and clearness. 
To live through 
the experience 
of me.  
A self that sees 
a mind with  
the option 
to be free. 
While the soul 
can apprehend 
Union with  
an inward  
Eternal expansion 
a present consciousness 
witnessed by me. 
My eternal innocence  
I believe.

Expanding Awareness

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