phong : CHUNKS

verse � Good Morning Sunshine

one dew drop

slowly rolls down a great leaf

touching the next droplet, effortlessly one-becoming it

to whisk down the veined valley of the plant's dream-lined surface

collecting a freckled pattern of dew drops along it's pathway-

the edge of the leaf rushes in,

cuts with the sky,

releasing it to the air of the crisp dawn.

free falling from crystal leaves

this shining dew droplet refracts a blue glowing horizon

splashing directly onto the third eye of

a golden pheasant

streamlined tail-feathers dancing in morning moonlight

passing beneath the silhouette of a time weathered tree

sailing to the sound of frogs

croaking poems to the rising sun.

in the claws of this winged dragon,

third-eye moistened by clear dew,

a love note to god

neatly rolled up and tied with red string

enjoys the vast refreshing view

of wing's flight through space.

sparkling reflections of the breaking rays

glimmer from each droplet on each leaf on each tree

tickling the hills rolling

beyond knowing.

gliding with calm haste

through this jungle of humbling grace

our dreamweaving pheasant

comes upon the earth-styled dream-chamber

of an anahata sound

singing to the spirits

and tickling the air

with her very presence

as she awakens from a deep night's rest

to catch the virgin daybreak.

right as the goddess of this land

gazes out her wide open window

opening to what perceptions the day may reveal,

a note

auspiciously infused

red wrapped and rolled

lands in her hands

off the edge of the wind.

a calm wink...

a distant caw...

then without a moment's hesitation

the note opens itself

tenderly with both hands

silently suspended in the loving mystery

of what it could say.

in

within the folds

of the rolled note

a

silver coated

paper mirror

catches the light of her own eyes

reflecting

upon itself

the very image

of

love.

verse � Sweet One

heart glitters my soul with your tongue drops

tingling the words to describe

how weaving deep down to the great earth

our headpiece expands to the sky.

space phases in waves through my body

love whispers to me in your voice

so blessed by the infinite speechless

oh sweet how all love is divine.

mysticism � Deathbed

May death

be a glorious release

and until this moment

may Earth be my celestial mother

eternally at peace in her presence,

so when we part

each tear drop may be a poem

to the human experience.

mysticism � GTC Free Agent

Ceremonial time portals
spanning tracts of eternity

returning from the void
bearing gifts of

unmitigated visual technology
sanctioned by the galactik triad.

Jeweled shipibo lotus
downloaded from the mothership

christening the new tools.

Sewing the dreamseed.

verbose � Free Flow

With no attachments,
a pure heart as your guide
and a clear mind as your navigation device -

surely the journey is the destination!

dream � Dream Guardians

In the worlds within worlds

where fate meanders before time decides

what will come to be,

dancing in the cavernous pools

of our imagination -

galactik dream-compounds

crystallize around the tender heartspace

guarded eternally by

the masters who have come before -

teaching us patiently to grow into the pattern of the walls

becoming the ceiling of possibilities

to guide and protect all newborns that may pass

through the nautilus of this dreamtime.

verbose � Behind hidden doors

Boundless

dreamflows

rising up and across

the desert of concrete cycles of money sex and violence -

the hard gears of society hardening themselves

into numbness so they can fall safely asleep.

A white mask

caught in smile's eyes

welling up with fright

bridges the void with vision.

Death says check-mate -

life is a sacrifice to itself.

Here lives the line between ignorance and

intentional non-awareness of the black pattern that crawls in the night

eating the souls of the sleeping.

Yet in living with this line -

what could ever be done

but to let it be?

dream � Agape Nectar

e

ver so

silently

tiptoes beneath the veil of the night

perfectly protected by the vast unmitigated way

dream weave dragon

a short human boy crouches beneath

ancient tree below sky swimming fire birds

under a rusty rice hat

carrying a crystal

for the master.

perfectly silently blending into the ancient root pattern

of our DNA -

love has found it's place.

floating on a winged sailboat

to a crystal palace

above the treeline.

dancing in the clouds

again.

verbose � Lucid Dreaming Supercomputer

the total possibilities
that one's actions manifest in the field of others

renders karma as dream-metrics
to the astral nation's lucidity.

( dreams rendered on the mainframe super-computer
appear vicerally lucid at a very high resolution )

hyper-conscious lucid dream reflections,
interweaving collective realities.

aligned with the vision dream deepening
as a tool of the way,
dreams flow free of risk.

( all good intensions manifest
once it's carriers are ready to carry the weight of them
for the love of all others as self one-ness )

mysticism � Ancient Eyes

clear as fluid dynamic divinity
  ascending the ever present nessence
    of the eternal now

I see you 
        singing
             the unmade sound


       one soul choir
   tuning biology's mad orchestra 
to the key of love


here we meet again
  patiently sharpening surrender's blade
    to perfect the art of push and pull in one flow

    traversing the origin of the unborn
  natural free flow of the heart's sweet alchemy

kissing the face of mortality


drawn into presence
  by the self-actualizing reflection attractor
    of space itself

    two fluttering hearts form one blue egg
  
      closing the space between
    condition drenched bodies
  holding the way to whisper 
what words cannot -

purge the romantic delusion and seek peace

one simple prayer and
  four soft hands come together
    becoming the prayer mudra
      of the buddha spaceship

    remembering the art of the immortal one
  divine re-aligment frequency

holding the original form


in a cosmic blink of the omnipotent eye
  our bodies will return to the fertile soil
    of tomorrow's dreams

        and what thoughts were born will
          echo eternal

      ripples

  through the shipibo pattern
of future (s) elves



so remember
  together

that we share what
   one
may only with
   self
   
the all
  and always

naked truth body
of

omniscient
love
received!

verbose � Wet & Juicy

A waterfall of blessings
is cascading from heaven
always

when our crowns are open to receive it.

dream � All Becoming One

When the earth exhaled
the rivers gave birth to
many valleys flowing down
into one sea.

When the sea was enlightened
it rose through fire into free-form,
birthing spectacular cloud-things!

When the clouds relaxed
they showered life back onto the earth,
leaving the sky so clear that
even the horizon melted into turquoise-blue.

Yet This is more clear than That ~
essence of space.

Most familiar dream-mind,
sunshine smiley face
infinite time forever.

Free of risk, The One burst forth into All,
spinning unlimited plates of Yes!

Yet in each of The All
there was nothing but chasing The One.

And in The One
there was nothing but watching The All
(chasing The One.)

So from here, breathing,
in this vast expanse of One-becoming

watching The One become All
from the body of an All-becoming One -

'life' appears to be
a ridiculous paradox
indeed.

We're all working on it.

verse � Mother of Other

Your heart connects to one great mother,
wherein all hearts meet each other.

One trillion threads converge as one,
singing as they dance along.

~

A trillion me!
Ten trillion you!
A hundred trillion things to do!

A thousand million trillion waves -
A billion trillion paths to take!

So many these, so many thats,
delicious teas and fashionable hats.

A trillion trilion ways to find
infinite ways to blow your mind!

All these lovers, all these colors -
trillions to mistake as 'other'.

~

Yet 'other' is the dark mother,
with wrong and bad her twin brothers.

Many cry many tears
churning up in wrong-bad's gears.

Though wrong and bad don't stand a chance
when love you are, and light you have!

They'll wipe themselves right off the map
before you're even half-way back
to where this whole great show began -
in always-and-forever-land.

The deepest, darkest pit of all
with one bright light, is clear to all!

~

So how to live a trillion years,
free of wrathful wrong-bad's fear?

Few have ever done the math
and fewer still have walked the path.

Yet you're the One, and now's the time...
so what is it you're trying to find?

~

Could 'trillion' others all be you?

Well that depends a lot on who
you think yourself to be.

A trillion yous that think they're me?

Or one who knows you're always you,
so clearly all the rest are too.

mysticism � Clear Realization of the Untitled Way

The pattern of the gods
reflects the bane of their own mystery.

How am I here and what is all of this about?

This question would never even be satisfied
if all things clearly pointed to the simple truth that
One is one with everything.

Only one Way is vast enough
to penetrate the un-ever fathomed void of infinity
upon which all of manifestation hinges.

And to inherit that vision demands
absolute un-attachment to all formed consciousness
while maintaining a perfect balance from within it's conditions.

The easiest way out is through Death's laughing grip,
most liberating through Clear Light.

Thus most men
may only catch a glimpse of Way
on their deathbed.

philosophy � Nothing

Wanting Nothing
is still wanting somthing
which is Nothing.

Getting Nothing
takes knowing something-
that only when wanting is forgotten
is nothing realized.

Forgetting Nothing
is remembering that
there is nothing left to get.

Thus, having Nothing
is wanting everything-
while remembering
it is already yours.

dream � The Prince of Manifestation

This whole world
and all the worlds of all the beings in this world,

throughout all of their lives
amongst all of time

are shimmering fragments
reflecting in one cup of tea.

Twenty six more cups of tea will be had before the sun sets this evening,
and I've got nowhere to go but here.

Nothing to do but drink them each one drop at a time.

Said the Buddha to the Prince.