Carpe Diem

 carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

seize the day, and as little as possible put faith in the future.

Horace, Odes 1.11

let your ripened fruit fall far from the tree,
or gently pluck it by your timely decree;
enjoy this day before the sun folds its rays
and gives all his light to earth for decay;
for sweetness in abandon is quick to spoil
falling to disgrace from which time recoils
to dig a grave that poor memories want to fill
where flies consume what’s now past its due.

Heaven of Love

when you connect with another,
as a river connects with a sea
or as one sea flows into another,
you are not just forging a bond
between the other and yourself,
you’re expanding the great universe,
a heaven of love and human being.

Love’s Not a Fragile Thing

We’re taught that love’s a fragile thing seeming
that changes direction with the slightest breezing;
that love’s a sister of pain, an enemy of pride;
that love’s a deepest desire forever denied.

but these are the wicked lies of a god of envy,
luring us from bliss with false apples of plenty,
lies hissed by tyrants for dissuading mankind
from the will of love, from who they are inside.

Shattered Mirror

When I wrote for you a poem,
I was surprised to see my love
in a mirror yet to be shattered
reflecting what was you was me.
Yet since that sad goodbye day
when we went our separate ways
when the mirror felled scattered,
I’ve searched wide and far between
for pieces of our sweet memories
to see ourselves smile once again;
our lower notes with the very high,
whiter colors with the blacker dyes
never ceasing this my lonely seeking
for our fragmented reminders who
when together manifest our desires.

Torrent of Love

Sunshine doesn’t chase the raining clouds away;
no, it comforts tears with hopes of better days;
and higher tides kindly hold the hands of the low
Look! If they are in pain, that is all they know;
night looking forward to eternal night of sorrows;
this is the agony of souls, fearful tiny sparrows.
Do you wish them the music of their quivering beaks?
Why not instead give them your pure sunlight sweet
streaming as rainbows stream past wings of a dove,
transforming their torment in your torrent of love?

Where My Soul Song Can Sigh

how long have I been carrying this world?
I cannot know answers that I’ve never heard
but it seems like it began lifetimes ago.

for I have created its art with my struggles,
the woes of those who similar have suffered
friends who enjoy the agony that’s my mother.

yet by this heaviness my arms are now giving,
all the universe is tumbling to its sinking
landing into those who in gravity will stay.

I cannot remember the soul fragments felled
for I never saw the whole I once eagerly held
eyes never seeing truth, by salty tears swelled

but now I’ve lost all my effort and my will
to advertise this my pain, to decorate my kills
so here I alone remain wondering, floating, still

being from where I imagine the monsters receding
light receiving whatever my dark ocean did hide
that I long to be where my soul song can sigh

Healing by the Song of a Dove

has your brittle heart been broken?
have doctors sentenced to disease?
do not believe and do not despair;
just let the water find its way to you,
whether arriving by earth or by air.
no matter how tiny is the crevice
it will without effort flow inside you
like music through paper boundary;
and if left untreated, it will fulfill
every passageway and every room
even the tiniest of hidden wounds,
where no song seems fit to bloom,
it will overflow into them endlessly
into skin, to cell, to every single atom
until your body sings in mighty ocean
life-giving sea seeding what was barren;
fish breeding and birds feeding, life, joy:
such is the nature of this , our divine love
ruining all to heal by the song of a dove.


Love doesn’t grow from the ground,
for you are no sweet flower, Love;
you cannot be plucked by carpe diem
nor by lust can you be stolen.

Love doesn’t greet in early morning
around the grasses as dewdrop rings
to only vanish when noontime sings:
gone until the next one

Love, you’re here forever shining
yet we see through prism’s binding;
and as many portraits we have painted
so many have you from us receded

the great beauty of the eye is a veil
that does rise and fall as the seas
only to vanish into vaporing skies
faint memories of our living

for earth, she mixes Love with Swords
and all that lives and dies is in her
while Love is the purest of her hordes
yet by no means is Love the rarest

but the opposite to this is our Love
a Sun whose light our wings alights;
and even if this fire will find its end
Love will ignite him yet again

Starry Nights into the Sun

beyond the night the sun still shines
uncanny is the moon’s borrowed light
pulling sea away from seashore’s side
to only push it back again.

higher the waters climb towards heaven
tears wept as mementos to be ever kept
hoping one day the rains release them
teeming life instead of sorrows.

blood is spilled by our worldly cowards
their fear elects the shills of tyrants
while all the rest will nod their “yes”
hoping the eye of God is blind

but the eye sees as the light is free
I know this deep within the heart of me
a love to witness all that seems hidden
dissolving starry nights into the sun.

Thoughts from the Tower of Oz

So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel —because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.

Genesis 11.8-9

1. It is an illusion that anyone is ever doing anything to you. They are only ever doing it to themselves. You are either lucky or an unfortunate casualty.

2. It is also an illusion that you can deliberately affect another person. What they receive from you is completely outside the realm of your imagination.

3. We create what happens to us before it happens, as it happens, and after it happens. There is of course the question, What is actually happening?

4. The mind can witness the entire landscape and cause us to feel satisfied even though we miss ninety-percent of everything. Maybe make that one hundred and ten percent of everything. Maybe just everything.

5. “Everything” is something we can mentally grasp as a limited amount of infinite “stuff”. In other words, we cannot grasp it, which is a lot of stuff not to grasp.

6. Most people have very low self-worth and confidence. They try to fill it with money, the desire for money, working for money; fame, the desire for fame, working for fame; attention, the desire for attention, working for attention. Whatever it is, they are ever attempting to find something outside of themselves to fulfill them and give them the self-worth they think they lack. The people around them experience this energy as “I am not enough for myself. I need proof of my value.” and so the people around them either believe it and feel equally miserably ambitious, or they feel miserably dejected and walk away. There are of course the select few who can only just laugh. They don’t walk away, but they don’t stay either, except for the popcorn.

7. Lack of self-worth is like the sun thinking it lacks its shine.

8. How many lies can a human being live in? Answer: The precise amount that will kill them completely.

9. Watching grown adults begging for attention on the Internet is in my top ten most heartbreaking things about being human.

10. If everyone was aware of their own power and used it to fight for truth, justice, and the good, we wouldn’t need social media.

11. Are you bouncing off of your experiences, or are you actively creating them?

12. If you are waiting for that “big break”, that “opportunity” in the form of an invitation from another human being, you are waiting for the devil’s party. And guess what? Eventually you will be invited, but not in the way you imagined.

13. People (and gods) who are powerful know who they are, but they don’t beat others over the head over it, instead they use it to carry others with them.

14. Remember when you were a kid in the swimming pool begging mommy to watch how long you could hold your breath under water? Mommy pretended to be amazed and deep down you knew that. That is why you are still looking for attention – especially from women or those who are easily impressed.

15. Great leaders are rare; people who want a leader are common. From where do most people seek to gain acceptance and validation that they are important? Most people of course, all and sundry.

16. We are not even a dog chasing their tail. We are a tail chasing a dog that is chasing its tail. Ad infinitum.

17. If I had one wish it would be that everyone would recognize the quantum plain and the material expression of it via our mind as the true nature of reality.

18. These are not words you are looking at it. These are simply electrical signals that are being mechanically and logically translated into your field of vision. The only being you are truly experiencing right now is yourself imagining I am saying something to you.

19. You are always only ever speaking with yourself.

20. The world is entirely one, but not according to the third dimensional mind that, of course, likes to talk about it the most.

21. Social media is a third dimensional imitation of the collective consciousness. In the collective consciousness you don’t have to tweet your thoughts. You just have to think them.

22. When you tap into the collective consciousness, the universe will begin to speak to you in riddles, dreams, and symbols. You won’t tell anyone because they will think you are crazy. You know the truth however, because for the first time, you begin to know that all of “this” is speaking through and with you at the same time.

23. What people think they are saying to you, they are not saying at all. They are always simply betraying what they are trying to hide. Most don’t notice this however, and so the magic trick continues to impress.

24. Children think they are clever liars. Adults think they are even more clever liars than children. The truth is they are worse than children, mostly because in children, there is less of the lie than in the adult.

25. It is possible to make someone tell you the truth, simply by demanding it with your thoughts. It works with kids. It can work with grown ups.

26. Reading between the lines doesn’t always work. You might be looking inside empty spaces. What you really want to do is consider whether or not they actually are lines at all.

27. Most people spend their entire lives begging for scraps, beginning with the scraps thrown at them from friends and family. That is the real reason for the high rate of homelessness. No one is exempt from that unfortunate outcome.

28. We are a very sick society. Anyone who denies this is also sick.

29. The people who cry against the “injustice” of society and the “imbalance” of income are the ones who want to be part of that society the most. They are not rebellious or revolutionaries, although they pretend to be as such in order to be able to live with themselves.

30. Who we want to think we are is often a beautiful shroud used to conceal our own deplorable behavior and/or thoughts. This is often called the ego and it is the greatest barrier we have to our true power and happiness.

31. The greatest illusion of all time is that we appear to communicate our inner world through speech. If everyone knew the truth, our entire society would break down, yes. And this will happen one day but only because we will have rediscovered that true communication happens through a means that is other than speech and hearing. But most of us are not ready to hear, let alone talk, about that.

32. And on that day, we will know the truth about the Lord, as spoken about and handed down for generations. That perhaps the speeches about the Lord, as translated into English from the Hebrew by some human being is not the voice of God, but is something entirely other than the true God. Are we ready for that truth yet? Are we ready for the Wizard of Oz?