The Path of No Path

~ 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...

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 ...

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 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!"

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.

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 T...

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.

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 m...

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

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 whis...

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

I 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?

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

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?

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...

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 embra...

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