When Love is What you Speak (Surf the Everlasting) 4/11/19 Time and space matter little When the language you speak is love Sliding in and out of these body suits Fitted like a glove As per these impressions Of forget desires born Thinking it lies out there Emotions, tattered and torn Disappointments and triumphs Roles we played well worn Mistaking the drama for the truth And the costumes we adorn Tears of memories flooding Pathways of love and loss Ironic how it takes this,

Golden, Platinum plasma rays Blasting through the chemtrail haze To awaken the masses from the daze Presence of Holy Days Exist here, now, step out of the maze Return of the Sacred Ways Like living suns we blaze Broadcasting Unity frequency on waves Soon peace will be all the rage And soon the last bolt will be raised And all animals released from their cage Sovereignty, no longer a slave To act with compassion is to truly be brave And kindness the capital that pays We've bee

You must be distracted and afraid All of the dramas craftily made Creating hatred and terror to parade Meanwhile they're all getting paid While the opiated masses unknowingly played Truly, the most heinous charade Operating from the shadow and shade Seeds manipulated, crops sprayed And now the skies too, so betrayed Sitting on their own grenade Like licking honey off of the blade To pledge some allegiance clichéd Worse yet horrified by nuclear crusade Instant gratification de

"It’s Love Baby” It's love, baby, that will birth a new day. Love is the reality, what more is there to say? It's love and love alone that is our evolution. And so it is: love is the solution and revolution. Love is the remedy to overcome all confusion. Anything less than love is actually an illusion. It is from love that we come and to which we will return. Love is the only lesson for the experiences we chose to learn. It is love, in fact, that is the only true religion. Lov

"Where the Rivers Meet" 2/10/17 Please pardon me I know you see my simple pot and stick From the outside looking in, it may appear I'm sick I am not contagious and most certainly not in dis-ease I'm praying for this life raft to cross the causal seas So far gone from idea of time and space Immersed here in this sublime realm of light asking to see your face To enter in the Supreme Abode, a mere beggar for your grace I sit before your murti high up in the hills My body convuls