A Solitary Journey Together

My outward traveling poorly 

negates my inner worries.

It's just no substitute for

my solitary journey’s. 

No longer limited by space or time,

I leave this world's endless mazes, 

and travel through psychic places, 

without my senses or physical traces.  

This journey, I take inside of me...

Not searching, nor pensive,

and without my worldly connection, 

I see ahead a bridge of shimmering clarity.

Intensely, I consider the bridge,

and I ponder it's mysterious meaning. 

Is this ethereal bridge real?

What!? It's becoming something else...

This bridge is another Beginning, 

and apparently, another first big step. 

I've shrugged my yoke of fears,

so, laughingly, I just leapt!

Vivid visions of Creations!

Look! Dark after endings,

and Light from beginnings, 

like the skins I’m perpetually shedding. 

A Woman of White,

and a Woman of Green,

they speak to me softly

of scenes I may dream. 

Animals, people, and jungles,

and past love's I’ve bungled!

But the outcome is different here,

all because, I've lost my fear of fear.

Love, and the melding of my Self and self;

I feel my former pain transmuting

to a golden state of wealth.

I feel better now, without my self-rebuking.

Ah ha! There IS more to 

imagination than meets the eye...

Come on! Take a chance with

this chance; please, give it a try!

Let your heart burst widely and

ride your spirit's carousel of energy...

Smile, and jump across your bridge!  

It’ll be the start of your splendid synergy!

Take a chance with a chance…

Could this journey change your life's part?

With a warrior’s intention and purpose,

perhaps, you’ll travel your path with a heart.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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The Sounds of Naught

The drumming is soothing...
My soul releases me to see
the "as if," and the "what will be,"
yet, happily, none are "of me."

No excessive thinking,

I see shapeless notions.
At first, they appear as
from my basic emotions.

The thoughts are still

and menacing...
Black thoughts;
primitive and gripping!

But, I let go of my fear,

I feel,
and I listen...
Oh! How the sounds do glisten!

Hummingbird songs,

and The Eagle's cries,
I see their vibrations,
like words popping into my eyes!

The feel of soft words,

the music of child's rhymes,
the sights that I hear are
not from my normal line.

What are these

sounds?
From where
do they come?

"Silent knowledge is nothing but

direct contact with intent."
So, listen to your naught;
It is time well spent!

Want to share in the Silence?

Then use no self-reflection...
Go see your Sounds of Naught
with your Unbending Intention.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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Sharing Spirit Energy

Alone; with hopeful

thoughts and open heart,
I dreamily wait and surrender

to the unknowing of this state.

Softly, your feminine spirit
silently surrounds me, 
and your presence fills my void
with the glow of your waif-like soul.

Reclining, care-freely I smile,
not knowing the where,
the how high, nor the what,
and certainly, not the why...

I’m twilight here, and when
we embrace, I let go of
my hard heart and pain,

I feel now the lightness of grace!

Bright spirit and perfection,
compliments yours and mine,
Yin and Yang join together
in soft light of the sublime.

At first, I'm confused...
But, I yield to your femininity,
yet, I retain my masculinity.
Intently, we combine without enmity...

I know the sweetness
and the where that I'm at...
Purposely, we meld and merge, 
as we mate in our own two ways...

Loving our selves, no longer

knowing our self-ish selves,
we remember not of our old caring…
But, will we know the why this new sharing?

Tenderness, and softness,
and strength, and calm...
Easily, uneasy souls join together,
gracefully, almost as if one.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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For Esther Mitsuko Oka… Rest In Peace... August 30, 2011

The Wheel of Time turns…

A construct of our mind,

we exhaust our self’s trying to

slow-burn limited time.

Preoccupied with death,

we’re afraid to live life out

to our temporal last breath.

Time’s a fickle guest at best…

Time stays too long,

time stays too short,

yet we exhort it to
leave us more.

A great serpent that

swallows its own tail,

time doggedly stings us

like a stepped-on nail.

Stumbling and swearing,

we complain time isn’t fair!

Time feels sharp, and we

try to defeat it, by more doing dare.

How do we slow it down?

Make love to it with need?

Cheat death with time?

Stretch it with Einsteinian speed?

Can we turn

time on a dime?

Please, stop the
march of time!

Dying ends time's brutal

march with death…
Can we mortals kick out
this untimely guest?

Dying is our self’s

way of killing time.

But, why should we kill

something so sublimely fine?

The Art of Dying is about

nullifying self’s demise.

My intention is to practice

dying, so I wisely keep trying.

Why fight time’s ending?

Why fight non-existent time?

Self is no friend to self; so Self,
destroy mind's time bending!

Let ego’s time go!

We’re spiritually timeless!

Let time go it’s own way;

don’t let the serpent beguile us!

We’re endless,

and we’re timeless!

Just like the serpentine

Wheel of Time.

Without beginning or ending,

and with purpose-full

unbending;
just let time go!

The Art of Dying
is surrendering and swallowing
that serpent in the Garden,

and existing forever,
for our ever un-ending…

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

For Phylis G. Hesley, My Stepmother... Rest In Peace... Aug 8, 2011

Walking alone
in the warm moonlight,
lightning bugs flashing softly
and forlornly, for me this night. 

My legs feel like lead,
my arms they barely swing...
An empty warmth fills my head 
with the Silent Knowing it brings...

The Mother of others and me 
quietly, she passed away...
Her memories will fade for some,
and yet, her Possibilities, they gleam!

She did her best for others,
and in her salty and colorful way,
she gave love to father and family,
and I'm thankful for Her this day. 

I pray she has peace and love 
and her new adventure she enjoys.
I pray she learns of the Light and the Dark
and that Knowing she will employ. 

I'm a little jealous of her this night...
But I'm pleased for her Knowing,
because I Know she Knows now the
Knowledge, and she positively glows of it! 

Her Silent Knowing is hers,
and after passing through the veil,
God serves her love and compassion,
so, my family, there is no need to wail. 

She wings!
She soars!
And her Soul
is Free!

With no need of time for her,
who on Earth can really know her 
Boundlessness and Endlessness
and what her Soul may come To Be?

Perhaps she'll sail the universe?
Maybe she'll be a song of birds?
Or maybe she'll be just a drop of rain?
Perhaps of these things she's longed...

If You were in her place,
what songs of your new universe
could You, and would You,
happily and loudly sing?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved 

Timeless Wanderings...

There are times

I think I'm lost...

Devoid of reference,

living lucid dreams.

All at high cost...

Creatively dreaming

of new existences

with immunity in

my Self's beautiful

and Active Infinities.

Directionless,

yet Boundless...

Energized,

and Focused...

I'm a Timeless Wanderer.

Temporal body

and Ageless Spirit,

Together, we channel

Knowing from the

the Universal Library.

Silent Knowledge

that changes stubborn self.

Self innately loves it,

but self hates it,

and makes such a fuss!

self says, “Don’t

confuse me with the facts!

I’ve already made

up my mind! Self!

Your efforts, are all in vain!"

But, listen to your Self

that Loves selfish self...

Feel the warm feeling,

of Truth surging down

and up your spine.

The Pentatonic

chimes mesmerize me

with restless winds,

playing endless songs
of God's graces and joy.

Listening to the chime's sing

of Boundless Possibilities

I feel their songs

resonate, within me,

and without me.

Chimes that sing 

the same song…

"Surrender, my friend,

and just

Let It Be."

TC,

Michael

Copyright © 2011 Michael G. Hesley

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