I want to spill a secret

I want to reveal my art

Of how ugly imperfections

Are outshined sometimes

In the lustful embrace of real God. 

I want you to feel free

To be the gnarly little thing,

Just like me.

As we utterly accept our darkness

And let our feelings be. 

Such is the passage through the Underworld

Such are the riddles of the flesh and the heart

Such is the heroic journey

Of ordinary human maturity. 

Dark Hades becomes lustrous Pluto

as fear transmutes into riches.

Knowing the darkness and fear is a teacher

And we treasure the lesson of the darkness

where feeling is unarmored.

 When feeling falls through fear freely

            the way straightens and

            the heart is seen most clearly.


We do not rise but fall and rest

        in that fearless grace and embrace

        and we breathe a deep breath

        of pure joy in perfect peace.

Forever is the enjoyment

Forever is the embrace

Eternal is the signature of divinity

Absolute is the happiness

Perfect ground is

the Brightness that fills the Void.

Now and always. 

Then I play in life and find myself Narcissus

Selfish, driven, craven, arrogant and all the qualities I detest,

I resist and fight, indulge and waste, kill and take, animal 99%.

Upon dark reflection, my self-fascination is only tempered by my self-disgust.

And my happiness is deeper and stronger than all of that.

A wholeness holds me and my darkness in a basket of tolerance. 

When I remember my real reality

I am washed of shoulds and shouldn'ts‚ then and there

When I look up from my self-absorption, I am suddenly free and present.  

Nothing ever stands in the way of my responsibility

to love

Nothing stands for long in the way to God

Nothing is required for happiness to be already the case.

I remember, I give, I forget, I suffer, I listen, I turn. I forgive.

Remembering, giving, forgetting, suffering, understanding, turning, forgiving.

This is my art.

There is a wholeness that holds and enfolds my dark self-possession together with the mindless embrace of reality's divine condition. Light and dark together, now and then, underground and open sky. This is not spiritual schizophrenia but the span of wholeness. Universal awareness renders me deeply sympathetic with every criminal angularity, and the face of God secretly shines from everyone.

My Art & Secret