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Whirl With Me

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What is Christ if not the thrill of delight in a single hair on the nape of your neck as starlight pours down your backbone? When the commandments grow sweeter to follow than ripening grapes, you may crush them into wine as you dance to the drum in your left ventricle. Sooner or later a moonbeam falls through the lens in the eye at the center of your chest, igniting a blaze that burns down all other temples. It is very late, you must wake up now and whirl with me. Melt the silver crucifix dangling at your throat. Dissolve every statue of God with tears of diamond emptiness. This is the hour to go mad with a Love that blossoms from the silence where looking begins. Photo by Bahman Farzad

Friction of Breath

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A friction of breath on breath ignites the fire of the Beloved in your body. If you need a reason to be born, this is good enough. A Goddess of inconceivable beauty longs to nurse you with braided streams of wild starlight. There has never been a more perfect time than this to breathe. Because you have lost the way to the palace of your thalamus, your pineal minaret, the cavern where your pituitary hangs like a luminous spider in a web of moonbeams, you must live in a world of blood-stained shadows. But when grace overflows your soul, taking the form of gristle and bone, the corpse of God turns back into bread and rosé. There’s a reason why pain has shaped you into a dark chalice. Repose in the silent kiss of inhalation and sighing, the touch of So’ham inside your chest. This is the sound of returning, again and again, to your Self. When the dream of the cloud evaporates in love's sky, the double vision of inner and outer disappears. Your spirit reposes in your body like a hand sl...

Gentler World

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                              A gentler world begins in the way you touch your heart. Be soft with the Light inside you. Caress your body with a breath. God is nothing more. You are the glimmering destination. You are the golden honey daubed on the bread of the ordinary. Whatever is perfect, whatever is heavenly, starts here. (A poem from my book, 'Savor Eternity One Moment At A Time')