1st Introduction

This night is for me, the stillness, slow lonely moon. I write only for myself now, the only witness left as all spectators come & go like some odd passing dream. These poems i've come to collect are not just words scribbled or thoughts gathered, they are my blood, my prayers, the songs of my being from the lives that i've known as I have lived them. They are glimmers of insight into worlds just beyond the normal experience of life and Nature. Life's honeyed nectar flows in boundless pools and most are satisfied by a man-made universe. These visions, the result of my flight into the unknown, awkward instances, fleeting grasps of truth; they are what shaped me to be as I am now. I implore you doubt even the words that I give you for as they are my words they hold truth only for me, you must step forward or roll forward, whatever the case may be, and find the truth for yourself. For one can only believe that which one has oneself experienced through the senses of one's own soul. Don't believe, KNOW. Knowing who I am & where it is I must go, I can never go back to what I was or what I was expected to be. What can I do but seek something to keep my interest this moment, something to support my love for passion, something to keep my interest for the day, chase me away to things unseen. What have I covered in the scope of my adventures, more than thoughts could ever tell. This day some 24 odd years ago the stars shifted alignment & in their weird intricate dance they gave form to me. Born again to wander may I never look further than the new sun rising to know that I am home. The awesome love of our Creator to grant us existence, consciousness in the blessing of this dream; what can I do but humble & honor the chances i've been granted, hold every moment Sacred with prayers of thanks & praises. For church for me is not where I go once a week, but where I am at all times and meditation not something I do but something i've become within every moment.

Here we are growing up together in this moment, sharing life, & its myriad dreams. How blessed are we to have the ability to make our individual choices for experiencing the fruits of this world. Look at what brought us to this special time of history, this time of healing & transformation? The call has sounded for the New Seers, the forerunners of the coming. We are each called to walk with Spirit to create the space of perfect alchemy necessary for the cleansing & healing of the planetary soul. We with our prayers can & will create the change that will in turn create more change & bring the becoming into being. We will simply watch unattached the creation create & the happening happen within the instant before our very eyes until that time of the redeeming. Something soon will happen that will challenge all the things man has thought he has come to know. Just remember that all that is, is in the space between our thoughts, the silent void of unbroken prayer, & that every moment is sacred, a testimony to the ceremony of our lives. & In this moment I allow myself to be fully alive. I will get up refreshed with a smile on my face eager for the coming day knowing there's more to life than talk shows & soap operas. Sunrise on the lips of morning, I awaken newborn from a very different dream to meet my fate so glad to be alive; thankful so very thankful for the essence of my being.

We are blessed to share the miracle of creation, wanderers chasing the ghosts of our being. The memories of a forgotten past linger within the dusty pages of books ancient, hidden in the shadows of streetcorner stores, but until ready they read meaningless. Soon a day will come when all secrets will be revealed & nothing will then be hidden away. May we learn patience, long has it taken to come this far & now we are near. May we delight in the beauty of watching the promise unfold. Let us think of how long it is that the stars have shined & the sun has risen, all the days they waited just for us to be so they could kiss us on the face with the beauty of their light. For those awakening within the midst, be wary of what you speak, what you say, for somethings are not ready to be heard or never were & that's okay. Know that we each move at different rates following different paths. Some like to dally while others waste no time going forward chasing the dream of their wandering. & what is life but a collection of dreams, a scrapbook of stolen memories, are we not but the curious child looking beneath this rock & that, seeking to find though unsure sometimes exactly what or why. Besides what do we have better to do? No matter how rushed I may think I am, I can always make time to sit & be. Take a moment to breath, really breath. One day I came to find that I had this really bad habit of not breathing. Nobody told me about breathing & certainly nobody taught me how. So now after learning things seem so radically different. May it be known I think breathing is important, enough even that I should consider doing it everyday. Just a slow deep breath every now & then to steal my focus away from the distractions of an always demanding external world. Praises Father, that I always find time to reflect on what it is I really must do & where it is my soul really wishes to go while wrapped in the dream of my wandering. Satisfied within this dream, content with who I am, & what i'm representing, never to be lost again. This is the new dawn & life certainly is the grandest trip. Peace out to the Family. Stay tight & remember the magic. Jackson posse in full effect, see you when the snow comes down.

Just Where I'm At
Zen
5:00 in the early morning Aug 20, 94