Though I could not be mistaken,
I have a little weakness,
to be upon the stage.
As the hourglass ’s breaking,
time still keeps us waiting;
yes, we really shall come to see!
Shall I claim to be enlightened,
as insight comes like lightning,
- this is a special age.
Yeah, though many come here fakin’,
the truth is for the patient,
so do good to be free.

With wisdom as my candle
I come an’ ignite,
speaking poetry,
while by night I write…
lo, I seek peace
and not the fight,
with a calm mind
– the rhyme is tight.
Every bit of this bliss
cascades from my lips,
passing the guards
of my mental-mouth’s entrance, cognizance of sentiments…
being dips into ‘been-this’
and flips towards gone-forthness.

With the flame
he burns
the natural incense,
the smoke rises,
and wafts
in withering patters
of fluffiness…
taking a drink
he turns within
to the one
who brings
a message.
**
Greetings,
in Hallowed God.
“How are you,”
is not a question of goodness,
but awareness.
Each Hi,
can take you higher,
when you see it
as the Eternal
in spoken word. 
Like the ring
of the modern telephone
I beckon you
with a sense
of magnified urgency: 
Will you undertake the needed efforts
to ascertain and achieve the goal? 
“Where is the goal?” 
Surely it is within,
where else
could a sincere seeker
find the truth? 
All around of course,
but through relationship…
within, through wisdom
– wisdom being the undertaking
of the actual process
of discovery
of the nature of Self,
truth
and
 God

…and thru the understanding
and experience thereof
one acquires wisdom,
yeah, wisdom without
accumulated memory.