poetry from another dimension


the missing

image from indy files
now i know
space inadequate to
reveal the tug
of ropes of feelings
longing covert
subversive connections
numb oblivion
painful longing

potion of the ancients

elixir of transformation

seed of ecstasy

stretching of the heart strings

reaching through space
to feel the infinite you
igniting memory
launched across the ages
folded into a tiny
moment of


love song, to the mysterious cosmic lover

One day
strolling the ethers
and there you were
shimmering divine being
pranic circuits flirting

us, sitting together
on the rings of saturn
playing with mergence
and emergence,
magnetic fields ignited
by the pulling away
like taffy

and staying together
like friends

that was fun
and very sexy

velvety whispers

in a convolvulic ear
the space between
by the pores of the skin

once the theologian
sat across the table
black overcoat
steady gaze
cerebral circuits
love only known
in separation
divine or

it was a mystery
yet to be
in understanding

now, on those rings of saturn
I knew
melding together
pulling apart
the space between
the only space
of touching

you or
love or god
or all that is

this space between
the richest of treasures
beauty of the together
revealed only by
the space between

the yajna

homa sweet homa
no where to stand
no rest in this space
full of love
and divine longing
with no object to pour
this substance over
and cow dung
and sound

love, the only action worth doing
all else, just cow dung on the fire
pour your heart out, sister
when the love flows like melted ghee
we’re in pretty good shape

the teachers stopped teaching
instead they taught
nishta del brahma,
the fixed space to rest
as a conduit of
infinite love
then blessed
the learning with extra cookies
like auspicious omens
of things sweet and nourishing

ignite me
please, would ya?
There is no where to go but up
Propelled into space
Like major tom
without the attachments
above the fray
the flow runs
you will learn to fly

huma sweet huma
bird of paradise
rising from the ashes
and flames
bestowing kingship
on the beloved
like isis
glimpsing phantom kings
in digital space
gazing at the homa
for the sun
sunday the day to honor men like kings
with a bowl of fire
now here she is
bird of paradise
like sita
whole in herself
showing the way

its hard not to be humbled
In the presence of such a one
entering the fire
the ego all that burns
In the fires of love
no need to stand stable in the flames
surrender and
be transformed into
the flame