Gripped by uncertainty I fled to India shambolic and desperate seeking light to deliver me from the dark horrors of Melbourne life. I wanted God in a hurry and India had over thirty million of them , I wasn’t greedy, one would do, as there sure as hell wasn’t one back in the jungle of […]
There is nothing in the city , and no man needs nothing. I was invited to a dance. Not your ordinary dance this was a Sema ,the sacred dance of the Sufi. It came about some say through grief of one’s unconditional love of another. Shams , a beggar bum dervish madman of wisdom came […]
He was eighty years old and more. He loved a whiskey , Harry Potter , and ‘Dancing with the stars ‘. As a priest he was known as the patriarch of our valley. And he gave the best mass even if there was just one person in front of him. I lived at a place […]
She was speaking about some ritual. I decided to paint the word HOUSE. It glowed in the white light. My brother was there and I thought all this would be mine , the house , the valley, the lot. Sitting at a table was him. He was dressed in white. He was speaking to someone […]
All of us Are modes of dust Riding that sunbeam Regardless of who or what we think We are. We are dust particles In sunlight To the dust I say Keep moving To the Sun I say Stay .
There was something about his face A strange sort of sexuality not man , not woman Integrated into something profound A flower has no gender nor does chocolate Yet the perfume of both sends you into rapture Peace be with you , I kissed the priest full on the lips Sorry I mumbled, not a […]
I am Buddha come back in the form of a bottle To liberate all alcoholics from their demons My face is the face of the Traceless We will start with the sacred sake Making our way through the east With countless bodhisattvas wasted On the wine of freedom Afterwards we will fly To holy Mount […]
Hermit on mountain Lights his old wood fire stove House – given Car – given Settles for prayer Same time, same place, Year after year , No fuss , no big deal, He just does it Doesn’t brag Doesn’t talk of visions Doesn’t tell people In deliverance country He’s a monk Loves a feed Fat […]
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