Control Frequency

Open upon several tears
Rise up and levitate
Thank born hair
Raised up heightened
Upon the loom
Politicians warn you
Scorn you away
From felt dreams lifting
Yourself up with
Your own feeling
Control frequency
Inside controller
Frequency inside
Inside control
Verily walk on a path
That threads beneath
The storm on a wayward
Straight and narrow
Swathe beneath black
Pressing clouds erupting wide
Jettison charms of space
Language symbol signs
Flowing through your sacred
Cave and bull offering
Control frequency
Inside controller
Jets machine through storm
Clouds low upon the sky
Crackling voices echo through
Evening power grid light
Frequency inside
Inside control.

Dissonant Seven

Dissonant seven times
Struck speak to me
Of your schemes
Of your hollowed out
Strife-sunken honors and loss
Hemorrhaging themselves
Upon the open
Hayfield between
The trees dead
And dormant pendulum
Yellow gold
And white
Waiting to
Shake loose the
Mantle you threw upon
His shouldering doubts
Time-worn and
Tentative out
Upon the saving-grace
Urgency benign;
Always talking I don’t
Want to hear any voices
Any more
Not even yours
Syllables mounting up
To something scything
Through a sky-torn
Ambulance dread
Counting by the
Times fraught with
Scurrying penniless
One place to the next
Now we are beyond
That now we ascend
And expand beyond
Words and doubts
To the next
Seven whatever they
May be.

Complex Knowing — Number 3

Always rooms and muster
Foreign stones complete
How many were never sent
Or telegrams left out in the wind

Carpet borne stride for stride

Completing Harriet intellect
And laughter from
The right hand sympathies
Wherein eguía rioja
Shoulder chipped November
Ballad strung along a
Wastrel song of signing

Notes and remedies partially

Surrendered far away from
Halo eyes and disconnected
Tenor calling to the proud glass
Sky above your head another
Moment another drip
Across a parking lot bounced
And billed cerulean surprise;

Never mind

You wouldn’t want to be
Here past November you
Wouldn’t want to leave
Your yesterdays along
The road you chose
To follow;
Gather them up
And send them away to
Another leg bark distance
Hanging on an obvious
Bed you dared not
Say goodbye.

Visitor

Where could a visitor
Come here his
Only leaving
Whence could a star
Born child escape his
Alone away enthralling
Fair born mother
Leaves among the province
All the sea-still grace
And creaking asking
Why her sun-child visits
Desperate planet servants
Like unto this
Who would choose to
Come here his
Feet on the dust his
Face a mask of glory
What could complete
A road-weary man
Of many journeys
Basking on the back
Of a country filled
With pain and chilling need
When will he leave us
When will his parting
Days begin if so many
Of us need him
How will we quarter
Portion head and eaves
Of knives to carve him
If he chose to join us
And now he chooses to
Go his separate way.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
-Rev Safire Rose do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn't call the prayer line. She didn't utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
-Rev Safire Rose didn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn'tdidn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn'tdidn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn'”Once you realize that all comes from within—that the world in which you live is not projected onto you, but by you—your fear comes to an end.”

— Nisargadatta

Eventide

The earth longs sad and
Long for the message
You’ve been given to bring
Rendered doubtful
In a corner trod upon
Winepress relations
Of each unending
Moment
Far be it for me
To say
What’s troubling you
What’s in your head
Or whether you will
Overcome that longing;
Whether the
Wound upon your
Open heart would
Stride around the houses
Stoop to look
In an unspent
Instant
Of hardened guilt
The world longs eventide
And morning long
For your longing
For the coaxing image
Of your mother’s
Grace and claims
Far be it for me
To say
Whether you
Would be better
Off to stride away
Without your message
Sent with all your flesh
And blood deliverance culled
Fastness to maximum
Extent.

Galicia

Country of early Gauls
Fortified in forbearance
Of slaughter
In Galatia also the
Gauls were sent
From Macedon and
Thrace they poured
Upon the trembling
Daughters restless
Righteous enough for
Their own cause
In Ancyra they dwelled
Bounded on the north
By Bythinia and
Paphlagonia
On the east by
Pontus and hills
Of Cappadocia
To the west
The mysteries
Of Phrygia
And onward south
The mythic oracle
And bandits of
Cilicia and Lycaonia
Far and wide they
Went from Trier to
Kiev La Coruña and
Lutetia to the Orient
Horsemen
Seeking pasture land
And gold
Their havens only
Kingdoms lost
Only shifting realms
Their sons could
Never hold their
Language never
Written legacy of
The dying Gaul
Only Greeks and
Romans told.

Cold Triptych

Remember when
The world was new
The darkness was a
Sacrament of light
Come away star
To the far edge of
The field
To the forest glen
Called upon cold
Triptych
Whether with you
Or planked from
Indecision rounding a
Necessary
Complement all is
Not lost
Not even his feeling nameless
Fear his monument of
Murmured
Meaning stretched
Across the soul’s expanse
And all the thirsty
Drank of it.

Complex Knowing - Number 7

It’s fairly simple
When you take a step
Back from haste everything
You stockpile will
One day drift away
Be careful what they ask you
To do
One day they will
Call upon you to sacrifice
Your soul;
Intense young people
Accumulating gadgets
Numbers and words
They all must be shed
One way or another
Layers of dust on
A crystal gem
Fairly aware that I
Come and go at will
From the other side this life
Is but a clinical ecstasy of an
Ocean rippling free and more
Distant than a howling call
Homeless spirit rattling coins
In a coffee cup wisdom
More than knowledge spent
Lying beside you was more
Difficult than
Any other I shed
Bodies in a manner
Such as a snake
Sheds its skin.

All

All that he has known
Of sorrow
Came wrapped in that
Rain and shadow sky
Everything he bought or
Borrowed flew down
Across the wood alone
With faithful leaves that
Fell only yesterday
Or earlier today;
If only he had known
The cost of keeping
Up appearances
He wouldn’t bother
Sending distances away
He wouldn’t
Calculate the interest on
A debt he couldn’t pay
For in his dreaming heart
He understands the
Only truth a mind can
Never know;
His everlasting
Expanding self is so
Much more than
A piece of cloth
A clod of earth
And together with it
All the same
His necessary
Inmost self is beyond
These dim impersonations
Of his only watching eye,
And even though he finds that
All is lost
In his dreaming heart
He knows that he is one
With every fallen leaf and
Every dark wet night
For he is one with all in all.

In Midnight Still

In midnight still the driven winds
Incite the last fog lashes
With brazen impediment any
Harbinger creekbeds flush
With the secret ways of the
Most pecuniary delight,
Ferry them forward across the
Lessons they must learn and
Release them as they will be
From the hardships and
Instruments of desire;

Any ways of impediment are

Nearly always a roadbed through
Encompassment of knowledge
Flown heavenward astride
The fourth blown magical and
Fertile borne breast of a woman,
Even the cockle march failures
Of their least worn sympathies
Stagger down tragic byways
Brushed aside before the damp
And dripping levers of defiance;

In break of day insoluble still

Mysterious and filled with meager
Birdsong motions towards the light
Grant them the haven of your
Windless arms your stationary
Inception strewn with grace,
Only the everlasting expanse of
Your embrace can heal them
Of their final sleep enhanced
Deliveries their scorn-blessed victims
And their paralyzing advice.

Victorious

In the unlikely hour of

Our demise in sense or

Sensitivity victorious

In ominous outstanding

Debts of fossilized accounts

Or filled in nerve endings

Blazoned by imaginings

Tremors felt inside the bargain

Basement sea scape instantly

Underwhelmed beneath the

Skin so white it has no springs

No rooms, no fettered forms of

Planks or wires or attachment;

It never fails to render its

Amazement grown accustomed

To the towering pillars

Of clouds silver white across

The sky; very few survivors ever

Wish to tell the tale of the

Thousand times they died before

Forgotten real estate spun

Amongst the barb wire

Cannon trembling judgments

Fishscale sin-severed faintest

Recollections of an earthbound

Lightbulb night incredulous; we

Forego the common delusions

Take money where they give

It and work until the months

Are gone the skin is dried

Upon the bone and the

Victors tally up the score.

Nothing

Vastness sound across the void
There’s nothing left
To say or do
How
Much, when or where
Have never mattered
Thought began
The ceaseless toil of
Time
A riven window gravely
Gone unless the lovely
Magic justice could
Prevail, until the feeling
Went
Away; I told him
Never to bear the
Heartaches lightly never
To hobble beyond or
Bind
Himself to appearance
Shivering bones or
Past-tense quarter note
Desires.

Mougins

Doubtful that the old renown
Could help us any longer
Suspect world of disasters
And telephone wires etched
Against the sky
Disconsolate nights
Relinquish whatever was
Good and gorgeous worth
Remembering or waking up
For once more;
The lavender writhes
And capitulates under the
Pounding of the storm
The stars could not help
Us any longer the hills
In their splendour or
Views of the sea;
Cruel abysses forests and
Tempests gardens all of
Them conspired against
Us each of them lived
Longer than our visit there
And any meaningless
Laughter we had was
Washed into another
Place where he can open
His eyes and smile
And run with us once more.

Blond Enclosure

Even the desolate places
Are in touch with the holy

The sober sacred still

Ideas that went

Nowhere

Even the objected ones

Who are only private

Sparks of a flame

Half-spoken plans obliged

Out of blond enclosure

Lost and forgotten

Skeptical prophecy considered

Fascinating by a second

Breath

Even the dust and the dirt

Dried up alongside

A tangle of weeds

Deserves the full

Touch of the divine crisis

Events and gaunt heavenly

Dawn in desperate

Need are no longer aware

Of their holiness lost

And forgotten and

Sacred all the same.

From Before the Sparrow

From before the sparrow harmless
Holds the initiate is tested

Pulled back buffeted

By heedless words

Shoved and punted beaten

Back and yet he

Flutters

Forth he

Allows what is

To be

He sails along lifted

Up by situation currents

Of air by children

Calling voices middle of the night

Uneasy telegram wind

Bears away the hours

He grieves the

Gentle approaching

Parting dry

Rainless stubble

Summer days

The stream is

Dying barely full enough to

Filter past the drifting

Turning of the

Year and yet he

Falters

Forth he knows enough to

Sing his evening song

And glide across the

Parchment drafted

Wind and

Allow it.

Complex Knowing - Number 10

Anything you asked for I gave
It insensibly naïve in
My multitude of harboring
Melting ideas of fallen
Seas
Everything you fell for I wished
For you feathered amongst
Their daughterly liquid glimpsed
Spouting eventually splintered in
Trees
Only a never sent head
Game of forgotten understanding
Rushed aside a winter
Borne tryst
Travelling in air against
The highest spectacular
Clouds
Brushing around the Serpentine
Saint Maximin la Sainte Baume
Don’t go or never forgive
Them, never shout their
Names out from the pale
Shrouds
If you do expect to be
There you might at least
Open your heart to them and
Breathe a deep motionless
Majesty St. Raphaël serene
Let your guard down leave your
Mouth undone and allow the
Honor of your innermost
Wealth and excellence
To dream and to sleep
With them under
The nightfall
Under the
Seas.

Extravagance

Breath of spirit in every thing

Burn through the imponderable less likely than lavish

Extravagance flowing flush through the branches brimming

And ever lasting fleeing and flowering out past the shores of unlikely
Hair and eyes and arms and face, brush and brim and bramble on spontaneous

Flies and flailing followed chances, run through and on past loud last waking tides of

Heather met romances wished for suffering human abrupt away expression

Some are meant to sing their way through life and some are meant to

Give to every man according to his ways the breath of spirit

Flowing flush until and through the stalks and maiden

Fleeing fair enhances summer spring

Romances, at every moment inspiration fills the common scuttling

Honey bees with jets of works that vanish by the next, delighted

To be on to something otherwise decreed and promise

Waiting to transpire; honor it is and pressed magnificence how

Full of force and wilderness the animals and tables and stone-built

Dwellings all the same are flush and full with spirit filling them up blowing

In amongst and through them lifting them out of the ideal realm of

Kingdom come and into the beaten pounded pummeled world of

Black skylight empty and tangible hard-won working

Things all hammered about poured forth risen and ascended.

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Several

Several of these ways in

Which we left ourselves

Open to longing could have

Been clipped if we

Listened to others, could have

Been turned to ridicule and dust.

Never tends to evermore

Frequently skipping across the

Flagrant gestures and spirits of

Sanity running out seen

Through the window of a car

In glimpse of recognition formed

In complete faith and opportunity

Of sleep and all its stretching overflowing

Longing; listen to the heart of hearts

Laden with reverence of proud and

Ceaseless dominion; she couldn’t

Bear to fade and falter, handing off

Another loss to him handing him

Over to slaughter.

These are things that have

Been and are, these are things

That will be and are now, for I

Am with you for ever.

And the things that are can

Never be altered; only phased and

Passed through in slower or faster

Or different and various piecemeal ways; only

Run through wakeful or imprisoned

By doubt or completely unaware; nevertheless

They are unaltered, what is now was

And always will be several ways

Of knowing what is in your heart of

Hearts, what was in your dreams,

What is and was and always

Will be.

Dome of the Sky

Dome of the sky particular wide as the

Blank and everlasting beam across

Her frozen still inviolate face nevertheless invincible

The broad expanse of hastening breathing ceased;

Gong the bells their marvelous presence song

Arrhythmic out of shoulder unsure out of

Sync, long they sound their rankling low and

Long ungarden song ascending now expansive

Gonging luminous dread-bearing farewell

Undertaking song

Lifting up

Their song, two tones, is lifting her up and

Spreading her dissolving strange essential self

Eternal unto the dome of the sky and contained

For a flickering moment while the prester’s calming

Considered chanting oppression stream of words,

Doubled up with the call of the chanter responsive

Halts and halfway spills the now and forever

Over her lying down boxed and residual

Presence-felt cold colder unto the ages of

Ages

Dome of the sky lift up and spread her essential

Self dissolving out and on to other broad eternal

Bells arrhythmic gonging out of sync dissolve

And lift up her brothers and sisters and their sorrows

Spilled about the earth beneath your arching carved

Extension screen across the milky plaster of

Paris sky; call her forth now and forever summon

Her up and away from nameless fear decision

Unto the ages of ages away from this particular

Moment from the essential towards the

Everlasting cleansed the deaf hear the dead are

Raised from the soil of their symptomatic

Tangle of dreadful bells and voices raised she is unto

The ages of ages.