I have released my spirit to Source,
that commands it.
Obediently I follow.
There must be no personal identity to hinder the creative act,
for if I am aware of the personality of me,
there can’t be the complete emptying to allow the spirit to circulate through the form in full freedom.
These words have become an experience not merely an idea or an imagined vision.
The further I delve into the essence of being,
the farther I slip out of radius from they that only seek the obvious.
The farther I penetrate, the broader my perspective.
I cannot be content with the satisfaction of apparent needs;
I must look past and through.
Though I climb alone, still must I strive without hesitation, without the delays of my own insecurities.
I must not stifle my ascent with needless fears or uncertainties.
Each realization is an awakening.
It is the “Ego-I” that one must annihilate,
for this alone is the element that obstructs the flow of liberation.
No body, no circumstance, no object—it is the Ego-I, the false facsimile of justification.
Sincerity must apply to every facet of my existence.
I must think, speak, act with truth.
It is the choice.
THE WELL OF BEING
Suffering spills into the murmuring spring–
the waters that flow forth from the well of Being.
Let Karma carve the crevice deeper,
fill the pool fuller.
For it is from these depths of blackness
that truth will rise and resound.
TO BE CONTINUED
The gathering of years separate us.
Distance divides us
and we are insulated from each other
by a veneer of indifference.
Our memories are caged in solitary confinement,
untouched and undisturbed, under lock and key;
Until, in an act of mutiny,
an errant thought– fugitive from the past–
slipped into your mind
and broke into your unsuspecting heart.
All we ever were is laid bare
a trove of treasures, pristine and preserved,
unsullied by Time
to be relived…to be continued.
My mind eclipsed and entered yours…
past a rush of memories steeped in shadows,
some submerged, sodden,
yet not a single one of me–
a dearth of recollection of ever having loved me.
No birdsong or stirring beast,
no rustle of shivering leaf
as I moved through the darkness of your indifference.
All roads to your heart were closed.
Not a murmur that I had ever been there.
It was sudden night
except the light shining through the moon.
What am I to do?
A city girl gone country sure ain’t new
Though I tried to belong, no city slicker’s gonna turn you on
Oh Nashville, I wanted to.
Gave it all to you
I found me a honey and you kept him, too.
I’ve been living the life of the country songs I came to write
Oh Nashville, just for you.
Nashville, I’m leaving you the dreams I had
Oh Nashville, take care of them ’til I come back
Oh Nashville, keep them as a souvenir.
And will you please tell everybody when you see them
It’s killing me to go and your the reason.
But don’t say nothing ’bout these tears.
A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do
Said goodbye to my honey, now I say goodbye to you.
But it don’t seem right
I don’t want the glitter, just my name in lights
Oh Nashville, and I want you to.