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All my words are outdated My skin outworn A yogin on autopilot, ergo, A hypocrite changed, strange, I changed while I looked at G And cannot find myself Except in the woman in the silver car To give expression to Spirit, or myself, I dont know how any more Except in the face of my…

This night, ecstatic I write Like 1 God within the ocean, walking alone Thought patterns Bubble Waves flow, Mona Lisa While Walking alone The suburban map manifests Plans Dice rolling With the tension building Building sharp but Not burst the bubble, No, not once No I’ll not blow it up myself 2 God/dess emotion Traffic…

I believe with eckhart that we walk as one with God. There was the golden age of spirit in India. There is the golden age of mysticism in eckhart. Now, in materialism, there is the potential for a new golden age, one centred in pride, and queer theory. To the ineffable, a complete circle, a…

It’s true yknow What they said about Love Naked they transcend Death Thru love Hanging in space Like light is love A predator in love A glance of love Grown into another Growing into a tree Another To need, want And breathe To uncover Unveil Multiple-woman, everywhere, Image of the goddess With mask of mischievousness…

Note: I had thought to use the f word as a symbol, to describe the concept that what happened can happen again, a word in a poem paints a thousand concepts, no? But I thought people could take offence, and perhaps, take the f word another way, even when used in sympathy, which is why…

The strawberry moon has been Bringing its light Tonight I’ll dream again Blue night You’d put your heart on the side of your road, a pink trinket And sell it For a moment Of peace You’d awaken like a dragon And roar at the moon And go back to lost dreaming You’d dream if you…

I went for a walk today To feel the political climate On the landscape People look piteously (tho I’m sorry for them) Evangelicals preach at cafes (coffees hot in the backwaters) Misogyny by construction (they’re building a new Stralia) Women go apeshit at I, the bad female Beatles All, sheeplike (colonists herded like indigenous with…

Perhaps I’m not ready To tackle you-forgive you, Within one poem, mum. Perhaps a smile would work I love, maybe a little love as well Once, perhaps one day. Tho always so far Means no way, dear To find a way to your heart. Even tho the world hate me Perhaps a mother could love…

I meditated The unsupported bastion Formless As a sparrow in the air And high I passed by life, unfolding, Which could never hold me Names, faces, places I continued the same, Unchanged My spirit looked down, Captivated Beholding a goddess In a form of Beauty And spirit stirred Deep within Fever as an ocean Rising…

In the act of relaxing my ear canals, I can’t hear silence I feel it Settle my soul Pull my mind strings inward, to nestle Breast of the earth In the bright realm Out exhale into human Bringing rain to my hungry heart So: I don’t think I’m not writing this I don’t think these…