My poetry is for you today
(as is my heart
& my blood
& my bones
& my eyes
hands
arms
strength
power)

LOVE

And my spirit is with you today
(as it is always.
as are my thoughts
my prayers
my dreams
wishes
visions
softness
and tears)

Your soul swirls up inside of me
lighting torwards the sky
I have the key to your earthly chains
you have the key to your earthly chains

Don't worry
I'll never let you float away

My warmth will exist as long
as you exist
my strenght will never wain

(because I am here to be the one
for you)

Recently a writer from The Times of India wrote to me, and asked me some questions about the German Bakery cafe in Pune India.(it was destroyed by a bombing one year ago today. Blessings and prayers to the friends and families of those who lost their lives). This vingette was my way of answering the questions...below the vingette is a link to the Times article


Taking the steps down into the dark smoky recesses of the German Bakery was crossing the threshold of a Cosmic rip in time. The cave like wings of the L shaped seating area were the gathering place of interplanetary vagabonds, lost angels, mystics, prophets, tourists, locals, beggars, dealers, stealers, goddesses, Buddhas, madmen, fairies. Indian, Chinese, Koreans, French, Italian, Polish, American, Canadian, Nepalese, Turkish, Mexican, Danish, Swiss, German, Palestinian, Israeli….(just to name a few)…young old, hungry, starving expats, vacationers, those who meditate, those against meditation, students, illiterate, rich, poor…and (more).

I came to India for the Osho Meditation Resort…but everyone who’s been in Pune more than a month or two knows that the German Bakery was the real ashram. I lived there…I ate all my meals there, talked with enlightened masters there, fell in love there, sat in silence there, made new friends, met old friends, and drank chai, espresso, papaya juice, pinapple juice, ate eggs and toast and potatoes, (and warm banana muffins!)

The Nepali boys were always smiling, always laughing, and the guard waving his staff at beggars, rocking back and forth in his uniform…smiling & silent…coffee steaming and cigarettes steaming, and laughter and talking and hugging and discussing and seeking and finding…scooters and rickshaws rattling. My day began there and ended there…
The GB was often the last place I would go before leaving Pune to return to the states…and the first place I would go when arriving back in Pune. From 2003-2007 I spent my winters in Pune (then returned to the states). Some of the very grandest & best times of my joyous life were in the GB. I would ride my blue and chrome Enfield into the back parking lot, park the bike and saunter through the shops into the bakery…you never knew who you would meet or what you might find there…

I heard about the Bombing from email and then followed it on Facebook…just the thought of it drains the blood out of my face…I was devastated at the news…since I was not there, and have not returned to India since…it still does not seem real to me…when I found out it felt like someone had blown a hole through my heart…I was shaken to the core. My sense of the world was upside down. Now, the German Bakery is a place inside of me. A place where I met the most beautiful people in the world. A place where all races & nationalities were part of the same family. A place where I had so many incredible moments. A place inside my heart that can never be broken or taken away.


http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Repository/ml.asp?Ref=VE9JUFUvMjAxMS8wMi8wOCNBcjAwMzAx&Mode=HTML&Locale=english-skin-custom

If I was a wanted man
would you ride across the border with me
slip into Mexico
where nobody knowd us from nothin

We could just let your eyes shine like diamonds there
and never want for anythin'

I don't know what it means
to be a p-o-e-t...
nor did I have a choice in the letters tattooed
on my hand

(just like I have no control over who appears in these lines
even If I tried to stop writing about you,
then the words would only be
some words trying to hide from the truth)

And the truth is
Your love shinning
inside me brighter than the sun

almost everyone hides from the truth...
it's' rarer than a mountain lion

(my river runs for
you)

No I ain't no soldier
(just got my own holy wars)

Not enough demons in the world
to touch my perfect Angel

she don't need words
& she don't need swords

I let her go
but I ain't never gonna let her
get away

She can fly faster than sound
faster than pain

(bullets melt when she smiles
clouds evaporate
trees grow
storms cease)

I know where she lives
(inside this peace
is my peace)

Outside these dreams
she dreams

(...every time you dream of me...)

...Created this paradise
some years ago
(built the dream home)
It's time to move in

Ask the shaman
if you can find the space
in between these worlds