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Surrender
October 18, 2008 by Ray Baskerville · 1 Comment
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I surrender
kicking and screaming
against the fate
that I choose
with open arms
and dive into
holding onto nothing
wanting nothing
to remain
The death throes
of the past
are not short
or sweet.
The light comes
like spiritual electricity
the nerves shake
all is disturbed
a shock wave
through the being
like an orgasm with
no release
Yes yes shake me
please
let me quake
as slowly
death ends.
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Holding
October 18, 2008 by Ray Baskerville · Leave a Comment
what is there to hold onto?
anything we are holding onto
is not what we are
what we are is
not holding onto anything
it just is.
when we see the world
as a reflection
of ourselves
where is there room
to be a victim
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Love Inside All
October 16, 2008 by Ray Baskerville · Leave a Comment
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Love
like an ocean
I become
one
all light;
then lost
comes pain
and love is a sword
that pierces my heart
compassion a flame
that burns at my flesh
wisdom a storm
that breaks in my mind,
all must go
and nothing is gone
what is
always was
inside all
love.
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Monk With No Bowl
October 16, 2008 by Ray Baskerville · Leave a Comment
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A monk with no bowl
no religion or robe,
it’s in the eyes, the heart
if you know how to look
it’s in the stillness
that moves like the wind
it’s in the light
that shines from within.
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Fire Trilogy
October 16, 2008 by Ray Baskerville · Leave a Comment
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Fire Trilogy
In this flame that is love
in this love that is madness
in this madness is divine
I burn, and tear open my skin
to release the flame from within.
Even as I burn
I call to my beloved
to increase the heat
let only ash remain
to scatter at her feet.
In this madness of love
all that is known
is lost
in the churning of my island heart
the spinning of my mind,
equal share
of poison and nectar
produced and consumed,
existence becomes the finest
equipoise of joy and despair
weaving in cycles of flame
hope, reason, consumed,
by the finest balance
is life maintained.
In the growing twilight
my beloved reveals
her love in everything
each and every moment
and movement
as her perfection,
yet still illusion binds
for I know her
yet separate remain
and tears that I am not
my love
burns shadows in my face,
she enters and dances
each atom in me
she is the fire
she is the flame
she is completion
that words cannot name.
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