My Poetry & Guest Poetry

"These words came to me in the night...

This emptiness I have been getting to know and surrender into. I feel very
vulnerable and beyond ordinary...certainly not knowing or wise....and yet
there is this wonderful stillness that caresses my heart... a balm for the
wounds that make my body ache unbearably. There is nothing to hold onto any
more, only a yielding....no reason of any worth at all...only the poetry,
the mystery, the dance...and the breath that keeps on breathing life into
this being. Always, the breath..

Enlightenment could not be about peace...for love knows no peace, only the
wild fire of passion, the joy, the ecstasy...and the pain and ache and
longing. Enlightenment must be about awareness: staying aware and present
throughout all of the play and not falling asleep into old patterns and
habits and stories that are not of this eternal moment called NOW and its
ever-changing rhythms of pleasure and pain, joy and suffering, fullness and
emptiness,...and on and on forever in this one eternal moment

I dance naked in the moonlight, howling with the wolves that will feast on
my bones: one moon, one breath, one heart, one soul,...one love...

I break all the agreements and pacts I have made to not be true to my soul
in order to please another and to be safe and not scared or alone or empty.
I forgive myself for being both the Beauty that is the price of having this
soul, and the Beast that is its embodiment
I am both Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf

No longer shall I hide! I dance naked in the moonlight, shameless and
guiltness, with all those who can hear the Silent Song pulsing through their
veins, and with only the stars as an audience.

The bet is on! Dare, dare, dare! No longer shall I dance around the Sacred
Fire, but rather step fully into It, embracing the flames of longing in my heart.

Yes, a foolish step to take, perhaps, for there shall be no bones to feast
on this night. Only ashes will remain as testament to the Dance.

The gates of heaven have always been open. I just never knew I was already
there, free to come and go as freely as the tide ebbs and flows..."

~ Kaliram ~
September 2008

Mother Goddess

The mother goddess sits
in her garden throne
frogs and insects garnish her green skin
she is deep deep deep
of the earth

the eyes of the sun rotate through her awareness
the lord of love sensuously caresses her tender breasts
she sighs in pleasure
as her children partake of her beauty

moon drops are her ovaries
giving birth to all life

she rolls in her sleep
making mountains

the thunder is her singing
the lightning her insight

her tears wash away all sorrows
and her milk is the river of compassion and creativity

the ocean is her womb
and the earthquakes are her orgasms

she is beckoning us to follow
the path of the heart

which leads where she follows
to the light of the silvery dawn
in her eyes

Embrace

Fly me to the void
within your embrace

because it is there
that I am born

and can forget
all that has passed
or ever will be

The endless eternal moment
in your arms
creating my life

Flesh and bone dissolve
and we become infinite space
expanding in all directions
forever



Coyote

I love Coyote
I look for him in the deepest part of my being
He is life, love, fecundity
He is the dream and the dreamer
He is death and rebirth
He is pain and pleasure
He is all dualities and transcendence of all
He is joy and hope
A lover and the beloved

He greets me in the dawn
licking his lips
his eyes are alive with memories
and ungraspable knowledge
He knows things he can never tell
he brings to life all mystery and adventure
He can never be caught or tamed
His wildness is the essence of spirit

All the while I yearn for him
Something inside knows
He is unattainable
I can only hold him by letting go
I can only know him through nonattachment
His grin is my sweet desire
His fire is my soul
He is my spirit path
Where he leads I follow
The foolish things I do imitating Coyote
sometimes he is so deep within
I cannot recognize his paw prints upon my actions
But we are inseparable beings of pure awareness



Who are these Victims

Who are these Victims you speak of
where do they hide
crying tears from eyes
lost in fears

there is no solution
to suffering
only resolution
to be selfless

the open heart
like water
bears no wounds
from sword or stone

But feels only
what the container
is labeled

so label thyself
Love and Healing

There is no depth
deeper than this
no shadow at the center

The core is bathed in light
there is where
in this strange town
We seek to dwell



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Be At Peace and Many Blessings To You

-Suzanne deVeuve-
February 2008