Tuesday, December 4

Miasma

~ Miasma ~


'Round and 'round, I spin
Holding high my staff of willow, root and burl
A Magic powerful I now begin

Cast and call three times I whirl
As the sacred fires consume me from within
From blazing heart a mighty spell I unfurl

A unholy miasma must now vanish
An ancient fear I now banish

From my heart these words now flow
Casting now this charm of making
For all ears to hear and hearts to know
Now is the time of our great awakening

The raiment of suffering we freely strip
In our nakedness the curse of fear now breaking
Violence, hatred and greed, hear me, Now. Release your grip!
No longer slaves, your meal of tears no longer are we partaking!

Books and Gods encouraged us to kill
Centuries of murder, rivers of our own blood flowing
Your spell of madness is now broken. Hear we not your fearful shill.
The path of Forgiveness and Love has entered our knowing

Care for Neighbors and World like a new and Tender Lover
Healing and Abundance for each other we are bringing
An ancient mystery we happily discover
Our new world of peace has been here since the beginning

Saturday, November 24

Why Om Thunders


Most of you know me here from my poetry, but I thought it time, with all that is happening here that I would post more personal stuff about me.

First, why the name Omthunders?

Well, in some traditions the sound of Om, often spelled, Aum, is considered the first sound made when the multiverse was made. About 10 or 11 years ago I was meditating on this idea of a first sound and it dawned on me that any sound, small or large, that arises out of total silence would be quite loud or even "thunderous". Not long after that I was looking for a user name, and, Omthunders, popped into my head. I choose not to use the traditional spelling of Aum as I wanted my user-name to reflect the idea of the first sound and not imply that I am the first sound.

The name has worked out well as a user-name as I have yet to see those wonderful words "Sorry that user-name is unavailable".

I have other names as well. The two notable ones are "Pema Tashi" given to me by a Tibeten Lama and Rainbow Weaver which is a name that many in my local Portland community know me by and often shows up in my poetry, usually when the Goddess is speaking in a direct way towards me. Some just call me Rainbow. Very hippy and 60's-ish I know but since I did not choose it, but was rather given it by the Earth Mother I use it and cherish it very much.

Ok, on to other stuff. This next bit is sort of an expanded summary of my beliefs. Some of you will agree with some things here, others will disagree and still others will have no opinion at all. This is as it should be, as there are really only three choices anyway. Further I post these beliefs here publicly as a way for those who are interested and for those who have asked to get to know me a bit better.

Please know that I am confidant enough in my beliefs, in that they are right for me, as to be able to say that agreeing with me does not help me feel more "correct" about what I believe and that disagreeing with me causes me no feelings of being attacked or challenged in any way. I do not feel the need to prove myself right or another wrong in order to increase my faith in what I believe. Ok, here goes. (in random order)

1. It is my experience that all things are fully alive. For me all that is alive is sacred. No life is expendable. Wanton destruction of any life on the planet to me is unacceptable.

2. To build a loving world it is not OK to hate. To claim to want love but justify hate is counterproductive.

3. There is only love.

4. Loving and nurturing families, extended families and the families we choose to make out of our closest friends are one of the foundational elements in the creation of a loving and compassionate world. The ability to love, nurture, to have patience, to forgive, a willingness to be flexible, to teach, to learn, to be grateful and to be open to change are some of the qualities needed to build a strong loving and nurturing family. One's gender, gender orientation, or sexual preference(s) has no bearing on someone's capacity to love or build a nurturing family.

5. The infinite and divine in me that is capable of appreciating and creating beauty, giving or receiving compassion, offering and accepting forgiveness and of giving and receiving love is, not contained, nor controlled, or bound to, or governed by any book or writings, past, present or future, but rather by each choice I make in the moment I make it.

6. Only this moment.

7. What other people believe, or say or how they act is a choice on their part. They may not be conscious or aware that they are making a choice or they may be making a choice out of fear or hatred or one born of misunderstanding. However, none of their actions, words or beliefs dictate a particular response on my part. For me, with all my heart and strength I will always strive to see only love and offer only forgiveness. A bit of side note here, the shaman/seer part of me will often experience situations on a range of different levels which will tend to add color and poetry to a given response that often shows up in my writings and in the healing work I do.

8. Leave no heart felt feelings of love, compassion, forgiveness, gratitude, gentleness or tenderness go unspoken or un-acted upon ever. Even if it feels, sounds or looks corny. Life is too short to leave anything heart-felt go unspoken.

9. Some parts of my path will, by necessity, need to be walked alone.

10. Whenever possible acknowledge others for their courage, beauty, compassion and love.

11. When I fall down, I choose to forgive myself, dust myself off as required, stand up and take another step. (repeat as needed)

12. Try to spend as much time as I spend eating and talking in silent stillness and spend at least one day per month in total silence.

13. Live a simple life and share everything.

From my heart,

Saturday, October 20

A trail of Moon dust



A Trail of Moon dust

She calls to me
with tenderness
and longing in her voice.

I answer Her beauty
with total surrender, She
completes me, body and soul.

In this union, the
passionate merging
of Infinite and Mortal.

Her Words, more delicate
than dew drops move through me,
powerful as the fall thunderstorm.

Molding and shaping me into
heart, body and soul of
whatever form is most pleasing to Her.

My ears her lips caress
Her gentle voice quietly whispering
these words I now write.

"Until next time,... Rainbow"
She departs leaving
a trail of Moon dust behind.

My heart calls to Her
with tender longing
"When will you return?"

Sing me your song, Rainbow,
your melody and mine are the same,
in the next breath I will be there.

Tenderness


Tenderness

Goddess holds me tenderly
all night long, and holds
my hand walking through tulip gardens
during the day.

Can it get any better than this?

A whisper in my ear

"I don't know...can it?"

so close
feeling her warm breath
almost
wet on my ear

"Yes, Rainbow, it can!"

Sunday, October 14

Metric or Imperial Poem version

Metric or Imperial

It is those experiences with the infinite,
those divine moments that continue to bless us and
the world around us.

Any attempt
to contain them or
make our experience
of the Divine or that of another

conform

to some
predetermined

standard

only diminishes
the blessed gift we
receive

and our ability to

share

that gift with others.
The Divine experience is

neither imperial or metric.

Does it
really make sense to try
and measure something that is infinite?

Our appreciation
and experience of beauty and love
is not improved by the search for

dividers

that mark out the points of beauty, the

yardstick

that calculates compassion, or the

measured flask

that dispenses the correct amount of love.

There is no protractor precise
enough or tape measure long enough
to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty

that surrounds us,

flows through us and

fills us with each breath we take.

Together,
let us rejoice in this.

Sunday, October 7

I am better?

I am better than you?

My holy book is better
Than your holy book
You can plainly see
Right there in the red letter
It even says so in verse thirty-three
See things my way, you will fare better

My God is bigger
Than your God of old
My holy book says it’s true
I am a king and you are a beggar
So do as you’re told
If you know what’s good for you

My cleric is better
Than your cleric
My children are
All willing to die
He has promised them
A dozen virgins in the sky

My country is better
Than your country
My country is better it’s true
The media tells the government’s lies
But hey, don’t criticize!
Or you’ll disappear too!

Our weapons are bigger
Than your weapons
For mass destruction they’ll do
If you’re a rouge state
We’ll over compensate
And use our weapons on you

Our profit is more
Important than you are
The holy mad cow of corporate greed
Another nation has been freed
Tens of thousands are dead
The stock market is up, the media said

Kill all the infidels
Those who are different must die
Their lives are a lie
Our religions and
Our presidents tell us why
If you don’t change, you’ll die

All the different ones are dead
Together we killed them it’s true
So much safer is our nation now
Is the fear gone? Are we over this dread?
I see your eyes are not blue
You are the different one now!

Go ahead! Kill me, I’ll kill you right back
We groveled worshiped and paid no heed
To Corporations and religions of violence and greed
Oh how we loved those beautiful whores
Did we settle the score after 10,000 wars
It is they who should have been given the sack

There is no one left
I am better than who?
You murdered me and I slaughtered you
Our combined weapons did their
Mass destruction bit
And put and end to all our pretentious shit

We live on this planet, it is our only one
You do the calculations, and I’ll do the math
I’ll put down my knife and you put down your gun
Let us sing songs of love together in the sun
Together we can walk a nonviolent path
Or only the cockroaches will have the last laugh

Copyright ©2007 William A. York, All Rights Reserved.

Monday, October 1

Metric or Imperial




It is those experiences with the infinite, those divine moments that continue to bless us and the world around us. Any attempt to contain them or make our experience of the Divine or that of another conform to some predetermined standard only diminishes the blessed gift we receive and our ability to share that gift with others.

The Divine experience is neither imperial or metric. Does it really make sense to try and measure something that is infinite? Our appreciation and experience of beauty and love is not improved by the search for dividers that mark out the points of beauty, the yardstick that calculates compassion, or the measured flask that dispenses the correct amount of love.

There is no protractor precise enough or tape measure long enough to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty that surrounds us, flows through us and fills us with each breath we take.

Together, let us rejoice in this.

Thursday, September 20

Top 10 ways to Experience the Goddess


Top 10 ways to experience the Goddess

1. Forgive the person who has offended you. As you forgive you are
forgiven. (this includes forgiving yourself)

2. Dance, drum and chant for the person who sees only your body. Those
who do not see the light of the Goddess in others do not see it in
themselves.

3. Be still. Breathe in. Breathe out. Allow the peace that is your
center flow freely through your entire being.




4. Love flows freely from the heart that has let go of violence. Love
does not know attack.

5. Honor the divine and glorious in others, but not at the expense of
overlooking your own.

6. See the divine hand of the Goddess in all experiences and magic
will happen.

7. Know that you are enough. You were not created incomplete.

8. Take a moment out of each day to send blessings of healing, love,
and abundance to those who have less than you.

9. Take time each day to talk to the Goddess.

10. Take time each day to listen to the Goddess.


This is my own personal list. I encourage you to make your own and
share it with those close to you.

Love and Abundance,

william-

Thursday, August 30

More


More

I allow

The spirit of the Air
to fill more than my lungs

The energy of the Sun
to warm more than my skin


The abundance of the Rain
to caress more than my face

The wisdom of the Earth
to feed more than my body

Sunday, August 26

She leads me

She leads me

The madness surrounds me.
Wild, crazed, violent
madmen, berserkers
of greed, power
and blood lust continue
their antediluvian creed
of slash, loot, rape and burn.

Taking my hand, She
leads carefully through
forgotten forests into the
highlands of an unfamiliar youth.
Here, underneath the gentle
music of dragonfly wings
lives the cool still waters of remembrance.

"Dive Deep", She says
"Wash away all memories
of the former madness, for it is
you, no longer. Your quest, while a
seeming fools-errand to many, that you
walked with such honor and grace was
always a holy pilgrimage, is now complete."

Striving to live from the gentleness
of your heart has lead you to the
Heart Treasure of the Ancients. Allow the
gleaming golden light to flow through you. Offer
it freely with every breath. For this is the wake-up
call of Gaia .

She leads me into the stillness
underneath the gentle music of dragonfly wings;

Sweet words, she whispers
"Weaver of Rainbows,
it has begun!"

Wednesday, May 16

The Unexpected Question

The unexpected Question

Give me the answer!
Now!

Just the facts
If you please
(Or even if you don’t please)

What’s the 4-1-1?
Cut to the chase
Just get to it, man!

Get to the heart of the matter
Just tell me what I need to know

Grasping and running
Gasping and spinning
So many “answers”
Precious little time

Place expediency ahead of contemplation
And witness the birth of cleverness

Answer on top of answer
A monument to modern life
Each answer firmly rooted
In the precariously positioned
Answer just below it

Wisdom would say
“To ask a better question
Is to build on a firm foundation”

To change course
The ship’s captain
Must turn the Great Wheel

Ask the unexpected question

Sunday, May 6

A Muse ME












gURL.comI took the "The Nine Muses" quiz on gURL.com
My muse is...
Calliope

Calliope is the patron goddess of epic poetry. She is often depicted holding a writing tablet and wearing a golden crown, for she is the oldest of the muses and their leader. Her name means "The Fair Voiced," but Calliope inspires eloquence in writing. Read more...

Who is your muse?

Saturday, April 28

Streaming


Streaming

Wisdom comes not from the answers

Besides,

You already possess all the answers

Wisdom Comes in the Experience
Of allowing the deep inner knowing
To flow

Streaming out
In the moment you call upon it

Wednesday, April 25

I know my teacher?



I know my teacher?


How is it that
We let our fears
Have such an
Unchecked controlling
Interest in our lives?

Does the desire
For imaginary safety
Grip us so tightly
That we compel
Danger into creation?

Those people, really
They are not like us!
Our reasons for revulsion
And anger, are
After all so reasonable

When did it become
So reasonable to choose
The different, changeable
And unexpected moments
As the lair of danger?

At what point did
We become so in tune
With all future events
We instantly divine who is
Our teacher with today’s lesson?

And who is not?

Sunday, April 8

An Open Door

















An Open Door

So many years
Intensity gripped my heart
From birth to now

Be still

Not seen as if
Never approaching
As common as grass

Be still

Before me wide
Open as though
Was I expected?

Be still

Certainly not
What I expected
Shivering, trembling awe

Be still

Not barred by it
Backwards known to well
Freely I step through

Stillness

Breathing in but
Not enough, winded
Nothing to stand on

Be Calm

All is released
Fallen away into
Loving past. Darkness only

Be Calm

All reference to
Any former vanishes
Tentatively, floating nothingness

Calmness

Nothing, only everything
Empty, yet full
Opened fully to the embrace

Be light

Light, only light
Flowing outward loving
The light embrace

Be light

Watching darkness
Lovingly, gently
Yielding to the light

En-light-ness

Fully becoming light
Not surrounding not
Filling. Both and neither

Be fearless

Solid fully standing
On sacred no-ground
Moment, no passing, moment

Be fearless

I am lifted no
I lift myself
Flying past seeming knowledge

Fearless

Knowing is now
Devoid of knowledge
Separation never was

Be safe

Always at hand
Living unseen in
Each forgotten breath

Be safe

Sunrise, no, not on
The distant shore. Sunrise
The heart-breath flows

Safety

Immense and powerful
Weighted and heavy
Holds me, cannot move

Be Peace

Seen clearly now
Danger never was
Defense and attack only choices

Be Peace

Huge gentleness becoming
Free and flowing harmless
Stillness, calmness only safety

Peacefulness

Through the open
Doorway traveled many
To where it begins

Be Love

Becoming free only
To voice heart light
Releases others to become light

Be Love

Seeing only light instead
Of form no longer distanced
You are me, I am you

Be Love

Peace through the doorway
Of letting go unclenches
The heart knowing only love

Love

Love is without
Need and returns as
You are filled, filling another

FREEDOM


Copyright © 2007 William A. York. All rights reserved.




Wednesday, April 4

The Dance






















The Dance

Every Garden is nourished regardless
Of the size of the raindrop that blesses it

The garden embraces the raindrop
The raindrop surrenders to the garden

The garden surrenders to the abundance
Of the raindrop and is made beautiful

In a loving embrace the Raindrop
Is transformed into the beautiful garden

The garden and the raindrop become
Inseparable in their love dance

The love that calls the dance
Of the raindrop and the garden

Is the same love that never stops
Inviting us to dance together

Even the powerful spring rainstorm
Begins with a single drop

Even the grand public gardens
Began with a single fragile tiny shoot

To become the power of the spring rainstorm
Is to know yourself as the single raindrop

To be as grand as the public garden
First know yourself to be the fragile tiny shoot

When you choose to be the garden embrace
Each single raindrop that surrenders to you

When you choose to be the raindrop surrender
To each garden that embraces you

As I surrender into your embrace
We are both blessed and nourished

As you surrender into my embrace
We are both made more beautiful

When I am the rain drop I willingly
Surrender into your loving embrace


When I am the garden I open fully and embrace
The blessed nourishment of your love

The love dance of the raindrop and the garden
Blesses the world with their power and beauty

Our love dance will transform the world
Will you be a garden or a raindrop today?