Dark Night Bobby BeauSoleil dark night bright star reflection of home heart's desire head below the flying bullets held high above the world's madness peace peace peace The Word Bobby BeauSoleil In the vastness of the unmanifest nothing does not exist Lightless and shadowless the brilliant radiance of consciousness permeates all being and all seeming to be Oneself unfurling. to the limits of limitlessness Unborn and undead Unmoving and unshakeable Foundation to the thrones of elder gods and goddesses Seat of empire Ground of chaos The witness to every thought and deed And out of this infinite sea of purest potential all manifest reality arises dancing beginningless and endless upon the Word And the Word … Is ॐ In the Space Between Breaths Bobby BeauSoleil Keeping his timeless silent vigil the sentinel sits tall in the saddle casting a long shadow on the plane of a dimension betwixt losing and finding out unfazed by the din of lost souls howling and screaming like monkeys for the attention of mothers now ghosts A bereft bighouse sparrow chirps incessantly his staccato call for a mate or just a friend a rival if it comes to that his chirruping echoes down the long hall it almost seems that he is answered so he flies its length to see the one he seeks just out of view A world seen through grimy windows offering promises long unkept sunbeams play on cobwebs and old paint making cave paintings on manmade stone and imposter fireflies from the dust motes like those pesky persistent thoughts rattling in the skull like wooden beads offerings to be burned on the altar of the heart Wandering the bowels of labyrinthine dream one good turn deserves a hundred more until finding the door to escape at last only to awaken in another dream where the joke pretending to be peace is a masquerade for the gap between wars glories sublime in unimaginable horror the history games of desire and suffering The sentinel observes it all unblinking unmoved by pleas for intervention by desire for winning or fear of failing the parade of fools unrecognizing the seeker’s search for truth unchanging knowing the peace without an opposite there to be found in the immensity of space between the falling and rising of breath The Other Shore Bobby BeauSoleil My dreams are not for sale But wait, wait here is one for free It stretches high
 far and wide And deep as you can see Your gaze it pierces me But you can’t see what I’ve become You couldn’t know the hell I’ve seen Or how Heaven has touched me Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore We dance we dance in the lovelight Turning and turning laughing like children Hearts afire a beating of drums Divine song we are its melody Blindly we leap Hearts in our hands Into the nightmare Foolishness borne To teach the world Lessons the hard way Oh the price The price we would pay Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore My soul aches for gentle mercies Sweet water to ease my thirst A kind hand to stroke my brow To bathe me in blamelessness Launch me now like an arrow Into the heart of the mystery Birthless and deathless where is not is not And everything Is held in a word Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore Lay me down lay me down gently Bear me up on wings of love Carry me high above the carnival Far beyond the seas of regret Across the chasm of forgetfulness And lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore Lay me down lay me down gently Lay me down on the other shore

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