Transmutation

FuturePeak, Boulder Creek, CA July 2018

Dancing alone, wide, green eyes gazing up

starry, wondrous sky, expanding;

Twirling around, counter-clockwise motion, 

arms grounding, extended hands,

compassionate Universe,

transforming Ego,

longing for flight—

Heaven 

Heightening True Love to raise like seeds,

blown from trees, afloat, featherlight,

lifting above suffering

Earth’s dreamscape,

Where separations enmesh;

Fear evaporates like intense

summer storm, quickly dissipating into

atmospheric tranquility

You, guiding your feet to meet me,

dancing your own, unique rhythm, 

vibrational ascension,

holding each timeless moment

freedom for all beings;

Composing creations, interwoven like Tabriz and Kashan,

collaborative, masterful designs—

bliss and peace 

Fly weightless, infinitely deep,

high above temporal clouds, 

obscuring neither pure mind nor soul;

contented abandonment of aloneness,

intermingling independent movement;

spinning clear light, resonating,

strumming heart strings— 

One Song

  

The Golden Bird

A dear friend wrote this amazing, lovely poem and I thought to share it with you:

From my Beloved eyes, through my eyes,

the fiery Grace of passions truth has appeared,

a golden bird of prey above me, ready to strike,

demanding I answer:

What is this Love, what is loved, her being,

her beauty, the scent of her breath,

what intent do we hold for one another?
Embracing, entangled, falling quickly together,

I behold my love, naked in body, naked in heart,

with such piercing vividness-

I could never describe
This bliss,

hidden sadness, her being,

her beauty, the scent of her breath, the taste of her mouth...
The fiery Grace of passions truth has appeared before me,

she is a radiant golden woman, ready to strike,

she demands I answer,

what is this Love?

C.R. Canale, January 2010