Babbling

This heaving heart, what has occurred?

Spring thaw, babbling brook, these waters have stirred

Loneliness, an original reason,

It had to have been,

Tumbling as space,

We dream within dream

Not to remember, more likely to forget,

Lives lived out, on a stage assumed set

Yearning for the other,

To attest to the real

Hallowed reflections,

An opportunity to feel

Tired of this punishment, self-inflicted solitary confinement,

Used as a method to control the environment

To avoid true connection, thus avoid paying true cost

Is there really any wonder, why we’ve all felt so lost?

In hindsight it was needed,

A period of reprieve

To lick imagined wounds,

To remember how to weave

Expression before experience,

Trust before truth

This whole space is our body,

We are our own proof

‘The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom’

Yes Blake said it best

Thus harmony is required,

The Middle Way leads through the chest

The union of all opposites,

The disillusion of all walls

The Gaian Race is rising,

Pachamama Calls

 Image by: milcasevero

Akene144

March 2015

The Akene In Action

It has been undeniably felt,

Our bodies are ONE

Resonance, Clarity, Communication, Communion,

The roar of our laughter, echoes through the empty fullness we are

His coarse hair, her smooth skin,  

Were ‘I’ end, we begin

Tonal ecstasy, The Drum of Life

The sharp weapon of prajna, cuts like a knife

Dissolving these walls,

This hologram we hack

Softening the front,

While strengthening the back

To be led the way home, as we joyously moan,

Reclaiming infinity, the freedom to roam

More horse than man, the Pegasus spreads its wings wide,

Openness, innocence, there’s nowhere to hide

Love without attachment, communication without speech,

Oh the depths we will plunge, Oh the heights we will reach

The illusion of separation, dissolving for all,

Fluidity re-emerges, before we walk we must crawl

Expanding beyond vibration, the heart set ablaze,

Re-blending the senses, being led out of the maze

Pineal filters dissolving; carbon contact has been made,

Physical, yet energetic, through this quantum fluid we wade

Involuntarily parting these lips, subtle fears do arise,

Scared to be seen, naked without a disguise

In moments of doubt, 'I' can’t look into your eyes,

Then dissolving in Love, this ‘I’ finally dies

Not to be resurrected, nor be reborn,

That cannot die, which has never been born

Cooperatively weaving, we share the same dream,

Bombadil’s mushrooms and honey, his free flowing cream

To those true mystics, who carry neither ambition nor name,

Who care little for glory, and are disgusted by fame

The simple ones, whose innocence is treasured most high,

Believe neither themselves, in the ground nor the sky

They stand resolute, one foot in the door,

Ushering the faithful, from either side of the shore

To be given a gift, nearly impossible to repay,

Silent knowing matures as there's nothing to say

We know, we know, so what’s to be done,

Nothing at all, let’s get on with the fun.

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