WE ARE THE NECTAR, BK II

UPDATE: March 2014 Recently remastered all the audio tracks for this book of poems. To hear the recitaion of the poems, click the link to the upper left side of page above poem

　'We Are the Nectar"
The space that from our hearts expands
Is all the sky we ever have.
If one could see, awake and sober,
To the edge of that tomorrow
Planned by Shining Brother,
One is touched so deeply to repent,
For Destiny, so lovingly planned, not chance,
Draws each soul forth, toward understanding.

If we are to realize wholeness
Regain grace, and magical potency,
Let the open doors of our heart reveal
The Altar of Truth, the Pillar of Reason.
We are the center of our potential.
We are the merciful love intended.
We are the filled vessel with vintage that sates.
A child of God's Universe....
The nectar, long awaited.....Have Faith!　
　
　
　
　
　"EMERGENCE"
My ecstatic, elastic, emergence, easily evolved,
Evoking movements....monstrous, magnetic,
Inner movements. Alive, and fluid...supple.
I am in clouds, forming....and not forming;
Childlike and new, like a flower...
Deja vous, from a dream I once had....

Continually expanding outward from my crysalis...
At last bursting with seeds that scatter and sprout,
I am burning with light, twirling like a ribbon
In kaleidoscopic precision...
Beholding the wholeness that I AM.....
and AM....BECOMING.......

"WHERE DOES THE THUNDER GO?"
Where does the thunder go,
After the atmosphere relieves the saturated weight,
Of it's great tenderness? and
Where does the sound of my anguish go...
After the reeling shock of your negative resistance?
Those lost on the trail
Will try to show the ego's way...and others,
Less in touch, will follow gladly,
The lean curvacious Parables;
They lustily provide diversion.
The frightful weak, follow and applaud
The clever headless giants,
Thru winding, narrowing chasms...
Toward evermore deserted, obscure canyons..
Bound by desire and greed...

Barren....without seed...
Led helplessly as prey.
Was this the plan....for Man?
Pitiful now, the fragile shells,
Crumbling into desert sands,
Sifting with winds....even as ...
The trickster's empty promises had planned.
Dry, crackling, weeping in disbelief....
I call upon the Angel to remand us...
For Mercy's Sake...Why could Time not wait!
We found the Truth....but it was much too late...

"REGAINING SELF"
Arriving at the edge of madness,
I can see clearly...
Thru the debilitating confusion;
Still seek the genuine divine blossoming
That evokes the nectar sweet.
In rapture, dreaming of a fantasy,
Hoping beyond rage and nausea
To augment the stagnant thickness
I must in silence bear. My essential essence
Waning...but wait!...
I feel the Guardian's warmth,
The steady hand that rests,
Upon my shoulder, still reminding me
That there is more to life and being,
Than I could ever have imagined.
The ego that leads one astray when one is young,
Benefits the soul when one is old;
Retrieves one from depression for one knows
That one contributed the best one could,
To that, which brought good fortune to the Whole;
That one abandoned selfishness and tried to grow a soul...
For the benefit of all...for loving was the goal.
Now one derives a measure of comfort and relief,
For one did not live this life for naught...
One used one's life, to illustrate,
A creative and joyful path for all.
The trick of life is not to fall...
But rather to get up again, then stand more tall.
Nothing is accomplished lest one try.
What's the point of living
If one only waits to die?!
Those who listen hear the song
Unspoken from the heart.
The genuine seek
The lyric sweet
That clarifies each part.
And when one speaks, let truth prevail.
Disguise not deeds with hidden greed;
Let mercy temper madness in the thrust.
Stand strong against adversity's shield and trust,
That grace, so dear, is earned thru love...not fear.
Then comes the blessed Angel whispering...
The unexpected Inspiration in our ear.

"KAHAKALOA 2011"

What a frightful night, thru dreams revealed
That those brave loving souls,
Believing a fantasy I shared,
Followed gladly though the thick dark night...
Up treacherous, winding, blinding trails
Toward a destiny inevitable.
Reaching toward Grace.

These ancient people who wisely shared a truth;
Conceived from mercy, faith and selfless love,
Devotedly forgiving the weak, the greedy and all fools;
These ancient people whose generosity was no rouse...
Now crumbling from the occupier's betrayal,
and heartless refusal.
Denying what is True.....the sacrament defiled,
Now lost in ego's frantic void...now sacrificed
...for naught.

Thru the roaring helicopter's rising without mercy
They lay in their own blood and tears
Undefeated in Faith. Their painful groaning
Audible in the moonless night.
The innocent massacred will bear their light;
And in the moment of their departing
The Angel will arrive to save each life.How abhorred the foolish nation that completes
The senseless brutal victory that defeats
It's prophets and sovereignties of peoples
Whose right it still remains to be,
On ancestral lands, in their ways...
Living freely...as the true Guardians & Teachers
Because they speak the truth and show the Human Way.

from a waking vision in 1981
It all came to pass in 2002

"AS NATURE'S CHILDREN WE MUST DEPEND"

As Nature's children we must depend
Spontaneously conceived from all elements;
In harmony synchronized with forces external
Learning from the inaudible voice
Of our shared Spirit eternal.As Nature's children we must depend
On all of Nature and Spirit indwelling.
That is where life begins and never ends.
Spirit moves on, and that
Which thought it lived
Manipulating, fabricating....
Believing that force...and clever words,
Could change the truth
Could sell the earth
Could steal ancestral lands
Could rape and desecrate...
Make filthy air and water,
Bringing all of us that share,
Who are together
As Guardians and rightful heirs...
To the brink of extinction....
HOW DO THEY DARE!
The evil elders that we must in silence bear
We pray we come to their maturity repentant
And try humbly to repair the wounds inflicted
By our departed loved ones....
Who knew not better.When we at last perceive
What Fate unbiased has retrieved
And only Destiny dare complete
Will it be a fruitless end...for we....
The fragmented unmended?!..... 　
　　

    "ODE TO MY SHINING BROTHER"

The days, like petals...
                  of some exotic rose unfold.
I am absorbed in th pulse of creativity.
A longing in my heart fulflled,
           As if some devoted Guardian,
       Invisible to me, had turned,
The shadowed, acrid womb to birthing
All the forms of living things.

This Shining Brother,
                         elusive as he is to me....
Alone, is my confidor and suport.
He succors me upon
                  His Sacred Merciful Bosom
Thru my nights of delirious fretful pining.
           He is the Host of the night sky.
The stars are His Eyes.
The music of their twirling orbs.
The beat of His Perfect Heart.

I follow the inaudible
                          sound of His Footsteps
Thru Life's appalling
                         and uncanny places.
In moments unexpected,
                                 He refreshes me.
His are te thoughts of a roque, and
    He is a Cavalier, yet
                            He has given me all....
I ever hoped for of this Life.....
                                           and freely
For His is the music
                        I playfully sing and write.

His lessons are simple, though I take
The hard way to learn them.
                                           He doesn't mind..
For His is Time and
                            He delights in my rhymes.