Dragged down by the
time-syndrome
lagged out with the
linear-machine

Invented to relate
to spinning heavenly-bodies
projecting through
un-quantifiable spaces

(she was tattooed and;
-used a jockey shift
-ace shot with a 45
-deadly/warm/alive
-unpredictable
-saint-like)

You didn't need to paint
wings on her
or sanctify anything
with a license

She could read the marks
on her
own soul

Goddess Prophecies

So I never told anyone
but back in India during
the enlightenment days

(while meditating in some plush
marble room,
There were visions of building choppers
deep in my soul, after the
ego dissolved)

Now shacked up somewhere in Montana
good ole Western USA
working for HD

these strange visions are coming through
(Just waiting for prophecies given to me
by certain Goddesses)

Joan Irene Charisse

She was lion hearted and
sword bearing
(raising up flowers to the
sky,
Painting wild orchids)

Nourishing the poet/artist
in me
Embracing the recklessness
and rage.

I soothed her pain with healing hands
When she looked at me she always
saw eagles wings,
and nothing else

Renee's Way

Many Doors will open
for you
Walk through the door of
The Lord.
(The mystical is the most
practical*)

*Nisargadatta