Some say the stars are our home.
Some tell a different story about original goo.
Some brothers remember Adam and the way of desire.
Some children of the Light love the Beautiful Dark One.
Some still the rising of thoughts and abide in the Self.

As for me, I have a flat in the Pleiades, and a cot in the crab's claw.
I once pulsed as liquid ooze. I oozed along as You; You Goo. You Laugh?
Many lives I've lived as the heat in sexual urgency, a call to create.
I have shone in the eyes of millions who gazed into the Heart of Hari.
From the Abundance of Nothing, this I will subside and leave no trace.

Twelve separations of persona, four corners to call from, only One #.
Capricorn climbs from mud into light. Gemini splits the atom's heart.
Every yodeler calls across the canyon for "Yoooooouuuu...Yoooooouuuu."

God knows how much I love to sing in each pomegranate seed of rubyfruit.
Rubylight heartbeats into silverbowls of cradledessence of Lovenotes.
Grasses spring from my lips before the words make their way onto paper.
Rumi called forth gardens of flowers whenever he opened his mouth!

We've become that garden that Rumi swore we were when we're together.
I see nothing but rainbirds and lightwords sprouting color inside us.
O! The dissolution of each colored fountain offered from our JoyFriend!
Call from this riverbottom and the moon will answer with love splashes.

Freedom from falling worlds, broken lives, and shattered bodies is Now.
There are no tyrants in this flowing joyriver that we live beneath.
We have learned to breathe Inside this Water of His Presence. It drowns.

I have become a floating bag of happy buzzard treats, for the taking.
You and I have learned to play It their way with no thought for returns.
This spinning world of planets is circling inside us Alone! No Other!

Every heaven and world and hell that's ever been imagined is my own.
Time to clean out the closets and donate those old clothes to charity.
My wordworld wants only skeletons to wear to parties, now that we Dance.

I'll show up at the nest with sticks, fluff and cosmoses to soothe you.
I'll feed you black holes and quarks, and stuff your gizzard with Light.
O! My heart! Let's stop kidding around and just swallow up the World.

You are my astrology, and my compass, and every direction I sail in.
Your eye is the beacon lighthouse which calls me to come Home, to You.
I've fallen off the Edge of Love and I'm spinning out of control now.

Someone get a straightjacket, maybe a butterfly net; I need catching.
All the friends who breathe through the Beloved One are One Disease.
We've all become contagious with the Love-Itch of Stardust on our soul.

Time to end all this starchatter and moonblubbering right now. NNNNow.
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their One Tree.
Blow up my building, set off explosives. We All Fall Down Now. Timber!

One thing only matters in all this empty lovetalk amongst our kin
. Love one another like the revolution loves circling, like circling in.
Love one another like the heartbeat. It only knows to follow its sound.



Love til love has no meaning,