The Path of No Path

Release all fear Steered by oldest stars with Urgent eagerness I bite down Hard Eating, I am consumed by The Wild Wisdom Nut A gift From the nineteen sentinels Eldest Order, grove Of deep forested Hazel trees Blue moon in late August From the great cave I emerge Lunar eclipse now complete My bright fire now the only light Summit of high mountain waterfall Hurling myself— freedom in Freefall and tossed about At the roaring base of the falls I am Bradan, ancient of Salmons Fording the depths of this wisdom well Silently settling, deeper I go until greeted By joyful voices of the Singing Stones Ray of first morning sun caresses My face as fin becomes feather Scales to beak I am Druid-Dhubh Blackbird from the inner Gateway Caw! Caw! I cry! This message from the singing stones Caw! Caw! Swooping low over heather glens Caw! Awaken Caw! Caw! The hour is late Shifter of shapes I am Shaman Bright is my tunic and gleaming is the Silver buckle of the ...

Stars and Planets dancing Lighting a mist filled path Sensing deep movement As the Moon and Stars Are Birthed inside me Waves of ancient toning Voicing the great energies Plot a course for the sprouting mustard seed And blooming chrysanthemum Longing to be held Moon, Mars and Mercury Leaping into each others arms Spinning together— Faster now Soaring with the ancient clan Held tightly in celebration; homecoming tears flow The time of parting now over By the great hall fire we remember Each other In Joyful embrace my Daughter, Brother and Wise Old Friend Sun, Earth Stars and Milky Way In firm and intimate welcome Letting the Aeons pass in earnest tango Past the Fires of the night sky Tender lovers they whisper Their no longer silent longings Hold me closer they say We have secrets to share Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Earth Mother speaks with the Weaver of Rainbows “Earth Mother?” “Yes Rainbow Weaver—“ “What is power?” Those who thirst for power Live a restless insatiable existence Forever failing to slake themselves Chasing after leprechaun water Drawn from fairy wells Those who seek to gain power in this way Attempting to steal it away from others Will have gained nothing for their efforts Power is sought after By those who are afraid “Why are they afraid, Earth Mother?” They are filled with fear For they have forgotten how to love They remember not that they are Love itself Oh Blessed Rain Forest Ancient Sentinels of Wisdom Creators, keepers and deliverers Of the Sacred Sap that Flows through all living things Your love is the air that fills our lungs Love is your most intimate self Totally free you have forever been From the core of your being This Love/Life Force flows outward All life is energized A great light is the power of love That breathes eternally through you To forget this is to Have ...

Earth Mother talks with the Weaver of Rainbows “Earth Mother?” “Yes, Rainbow Weaver—“ “Teach me about love?” Love is the smell of jasmine At first light on the warm Moist breeze of Summer Solstice Love is the way Mount St. Helens Rumbles, dances, and then Is suddenly silent Breathing In the cool morning stillness It is the great plume of Ash and steam that love Propels towards the stars Love is the beauty of this moment Seeing brightness in your eyes Love is choice Love is choosing to see clearly Unafraid and face to face Nose to nose and eye to eye Love is knowing that We choose to love and also What we choose to love Love is the sunlight Warming the cool wet sand Under your bare feet Love is in the knowing Heart of every bumble bee Humming bird and butterfly That only has eyes for Just the right flower The bright silver light Bouncing off the deep still waters Safely guiding you home This too, is love Bite into that sweet Crisp, first apple that Begins the Autumn harvest With juice s...

Flow of change Nothing is Nothing is not Something are Something are not I is You is We is We are not —not static Is there meaning in All this is-ness Or is-not-ness? Where do you and I lie What really scares us is How great we be In what we choose to see, only Glean that which makes us free To joyfully dance from first hello Never needing to say good-bye Maybe its not where or to know Why we is, but being Only power of the everlasting flow The moon in her phases Causing the rising tide Planetary, primal, Human-ness Became grace and tenderness Magnificent wave we now comfortably ride What we wished for becomes us in the changes

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 Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

On these hot summer days I gather peace about me Handfuls, heart, and head-fulls Imagining that they are ice cubes Melting down my back Phillips, my bedside clock in Green numbers is 12:01pm Bright silver button Its incised letters read: REPEAT ALARM The aged once white box fan Roars away on “H” Since way before dawn joins the chorus of The pride of suburban lions in summer A careful well chosen expression of color Fresh from my daughter’s mind; freedom Born in a moment of delight that sees only Increased beauty where others would see Danger of whirring blades Brightly colored felt tipped markers She crafts spinning rainbows of Azure blue and mossy green Giving me hope as the temperature Now past 85 does it double time march On its crusade towards the sun

The way is clear and the tools are obvious for all those willing to look, and see. I'd like you to consider perhaps a bit more closely our relationship with trees. Look at how they grow and develop. How, why and what they breathe. How we and they are so much alike. There is a deep and ancient purpose at work here. If you have the time please find a kind looking really old tree. (The young ones tend to be a bit shy) Bring a small flower or other organic item that warms your heart as you will be leaving a gift when you are done. Sit underneath the tree such that you are comfortable and that your back and spine are in as much contact with the trunk as possible. Hugging the tree or leaning backwards against it will also work well. Introduce yourself to the tree. First meetings, after all, should be filled with grace and gratitude. Imagine that you and the tree are one. Allow your breathing to join with the trees breathing. There is a powerful ancient connection here, allow it to fill ...

It is a splendid spring day. One of those warm afternoons with just the slightest refreshingly warm breeze blowing. You an I have just finished our run in the park. We are walking on the edge of the park by the river talking an laughing. As we pass a large oak tree we turn right and enter the park. The park is busy, but not crowded. There are people playing volleyball and Frisbee with their dogs. Families are setting up barbecues and putting out the potato salad. On the ground we see the familiar silver and gold colored coins. They are scattered about everywhere. In some places there are many and in others there are only a few. We find a beautiful quiet space by a large elm tree and sit down. Time seems to have stood still and the sounds of the park drift away as we talk. Soon, our lips meet as we gently lay down together. Our embrace deepens and soon we very slowly remove each others clothes. Very slow very calm and quiet we enter a deep peace as we gently stroke each others hair and ...

If you ask them Most folks would say I'm really quite sure that "I" Had a thought today   Thoughts about cake Thoughts about candy Thoughts that make them Feel a bit randy   There is a thought that Many have agreed It is the one thought that Allows the mind to be freed   Dive deep and float to the bottom Jump big into a giant free fall There where in the quiet it lives The one thought that frees us all   There is a requirement You must have a strong will And a mind that is well trained To be quiet and still   Here is the answer Grab your pen your pen and get your ink Who is the one that thinks the thoughts That you think you think   The tool that sets you free Always with you from birth until death Choose to ride this powerful steed Let your mind ride this stallion called breath     Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.  

More to ponder Consider the possibility that to go deeper starts With letting go of all that you know All that you think you know All that you believe you do not know. Can you step off the bus you are on And not look for another one?

Starting is important Starting should be simple Starting is not always easy Starting is exciting Starting can be scary To start is to begin To start is to create movement To begin is To become the Great Stillness When the great Stillness Moves Great Creation Starts Let's Begin Copyright (c) 2005. William A. York. All rights reserved.

Foothold Of what use can my words be? If you only know hatred and violence. What magical sound can my voice make that would cause your heart to reverberate with peace? Where does love gain a foothold when the holy books tell us that some people Must die? Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Detainee For Guthrie, Ginsberg, Lincoln, and King. For the Freedom Makers. Present and past. It is to thee I sing. Please. Washington, Paine, Jefferson and Hale From the first who died, Praise God, until the very last! In your honor we must now liberty bring Live in our hearts, let not your gifts pale. Shine brightly now, be not small. Your memory we burnish, how it does glisten. You spoke out, lived and gave your all. Wake up. It is time. Time to listen. Towers of power the red-tape profit makers Speak the bureaucrats and politicians, and media fat-cats How we are hypnotized by these 21st century Fakirs. Grim is the dance of these drunken subway rats. Be ye not deceived by these soul takers. Millions piled high, their ill gotten loot. Others write their words so they can appear hip, and funny. Bo-tox and surgical makeovers help them stay High-Def cute. Nothing hides their lust for blood, their lust for more honey and money. Fie! Those Teflon scoundrels, They got some nerve! After brea...

Decided to use my new photo for the profile picture.

This is me by the swiming pool just a few minutes ago. Hey who stole my razor! 

That Rabbit my, pencil he has stole Why He did it no one knows! I have jumped down that Rabbit's hole Just to see how far He goes! As you may have guessed I cannot help you, not just now! Private time for me is blessed Please go away, but don't have a cow! So if you would not mind Please come to see me later! And, if you would be so kind Bring with you a lovely sweet po-tater Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Oh! How happy I am! No more thrashing And bashing about. Jumping and leaping. Overjoyed. Having finally succeeded In throwing this useless Brain in the trash. Ecstasy ! To know nothing Is to be everything. In this space The Wise Heart has already Flung all the doors open. All that was once hidden Is as a freshly woven tapestry Hanging brightly in the sun. Not some exclusive club. All are welcome here. Membership is free. Simply toss your brain In the container provided. (you really won't miss it) Will you walk through the open door? Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Forgetfulness No need To prove I am right. No desire To prove that Others are wrong. Forgiveness. Blossoming into Sublime forgetfulness. Your heart is the Power behind the voice Singing the song of your soul. Explode into the radiant beauty Of the final judgment. When no more do we choose to Judge ourselves and others. This is the moment when We transform each other Into the words that Only love can speak. Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.