Confessions of a Moment Worshipper

I am a moment worshipper

Call me crazy

But this is what I have taken on 

As my spiritual sustenance

In this incredible

Existence

I’m going to worship each moment

Every one

For as long as I can

To worship is
To attend to

To pay my attention
To give
All of myself
What little I have

If anything
To this moment

Why?
I don’t know
But why wouldn’t I?

What else could make more sense to pay your attention to
If it has value
Something that can be paid for
Then I want to get
The most bang
For each mental buck
That I possibly can

So what else would I attend to other than EVERYTHING?

Why, oh why, would my attention need to narro...

By the Fire

All is well as I respire by the fire 
Residing in my recliner
Nothing finer
Nor diviner
I’m no miner 
But this is gold 
I’m not a whiner
I’ve been told
But even so 
Damn this is amazing
 

Poetry Flowetry

What flowery language shall flow forth
When my ego finally forsakes its force
No longer in charge, now awareness just is
So what is this voice I am speaking with?
This force, this being, that these words come forth from
Is this the below? The right here? The above?
Is serendipity’s simple serenade too sweet
For time to let nature’s silence complete
 

Open the Door

You have to forgive yourself for past wrongs
Or they will hold you back forever
They become the specter you must face
The space behind your face
That voice saying no 
That barrier to flow
Your greatest foe
That just can’t be so

If the present is all then why not just fall?
Why look to the past, to all that you lack
You could just stand tall, straighten your back
With focus and attention there’s room for ascension
Transmission to a higher plane 
Where there is no pain
Nestled in the lion’s mane

Same same but different
When you say religion
I see what’s missin’
No believing in fiction
Just feel this friction
Nuclear fission
The energy between you and me
The heartbeat of the universe
The electric thrum
The tribal drum
Or two spoons on a tub
The beat moves right ...

The Map

From the big bang to the yin and the yang
There are sine waves, no waving signs
We draw our own map to the divine
Unafraid of what we may find
No fear is how we land
Here
Now
In the present
Each moment a gift
Let each moment give you lift
As you soar seamlessly to the sun
Knowing that your journey’s just begun 

A Love Poem to Midnight Gospel

At Midnight I find the brightest light 
Far out and out of sight
I gasp as the Gospel dispels my defenses 
Helpless, clear vision streams in
I escape my soul prison
I am freed from dirty prisms
I relax in the sublime
All I find
Is endless love
From below
And above
My salty meat straw capped with light
Now ignited I won’t fight it I will blaze just like a sun
My journey only just begun
Thank you for showing me the one 

The Divine Sine Wave 

Deep in the ocean 
There is motion
Yet no notions 
Only love
Below and above
Be low like the deep 
Be high like the kite
Fly into the night
Reach a new height
Peer into pure sight  
Clear divine light
Impossibly bright
No may or might
Not loose or tight 
Not wrong or right
Nor black or white
There is simply what is
From valley to peak to valley again
The spectrum of experience
The divine sine wave 
Of yin and of yang
The bell after it rang
The note just sang
Vibrations causing sensations
Reverberations overlaying respirations
I breathe in and breathe out
In truth, there’s no doubt
In the quiet, I shout
 

The Breath Is the Anchor

To flow is to move through the ocean with the currents
Never resisting or creating friction
Going with the flow
Moving fluidly through the water 
The Flow, the Tao, the Lethani

The breath is the anchor 
A way to find your mooring 
Even when you’re soaring 
The breath won’t hold you back 
It unreels an infinite slack 

Anchored in space
In time and place
The metronome within 
Breathe out, breath in

We are all energy flowing through patterns we cannot see
Patterns in the sea
That which moves both you and me 
When caught in them we’re free
Paradoxically 
In the flow 
In the zone 
Finally home

Flow

No place to go
No thing to know
Only, flow 

Let's Talk Chakras

The spine
The antenna for the divine
A straight line
Define and refine the signals to and from the mind
Find the vibe that makes you come alive
Light the fire, the livewire, that you transmit ’til you expire

From root to crown
From up to down
This flow of energy
A life force
A coursing current
Sometimes a torrent
A constant stream that means so much
And it manifests through the sense of touch

Vibrations, reverberations
Localizing in our nervous congregations
Stemming from the spinal cord
These chakras strike a chord
Soul patches
Energy clusters that muster so much energy
And when in flow, they all shine with light
But when in doubt, tangled up
These tentacles of energy can glow too bright
When the flow’s not right
When the foe’s in sight
Fight or flight
In the world or i...

Thought Hiking

Conversations are like hikes in the realm of thought.

Multiple people traversing ideas, concepts, memories, emotions. Together.

Once the conversation ends, it’s like a completed hike, a route you can re-trek, go back to explore even further.

Like a tracing of a route on a map, the conversation is almost like a work of art. A map of the world of thought created and experienced in-between those conversing.

Some conversations, like hikes, are scattered, going all over, making many detours.

Others are a nice straight path, easy to follow.

Other conversations can take many interesting turns, detours, and leave you somewhere totally unexpected.

Some are like climbing a mountain, difficult to follow the trails, requiring great effort, but the view from the top is extraordinary.

Being Here

No longer beware
Be aware
Be here now
Be clear
How?
Attend
Tend
Cultivate
Meditate
Grow
Flow
Don’t know
Don’t no
Just go
With reality
Perfect clarity
Sweet sincerity
There is nothing to fear but…
There is nothing to fear
There is nothing to fear
So be here, now