The Path of No Path

Holding you close, always. My beloved Michael, cherishing the infinite space in my heart you will forever occupy. Love is not bound by time, nor distance, nor dimensions. Wherever you are, and no matter where I am, our hearts will always find each other. Our thirty years together was merely the doorway to the infinite that awaits us both, when my tears of grief are transformed into tears of joy. May our next adventure be as glorious as this last one. Keening, William

Last night was hard for me. So much fear, terror, even. Lasted for 6 hours, I don't remember falling asleep, but it was well after 3 am. Sadly, now I know why. (holding back a flood of emotions and tears) My oldest and dearest male friend, Michael, whom I have known since 1978 has had a massive stroke while living and teaching in South Korea. The doctors say that if he wakes up today he will be a vegetable but that it is more likely that he will not survive that long. Sobbing, uncontrollable convulsive waves of tears, I love you Michael,.............. Too much grief.

The process of defining is also the process of creating limits. When I say "I know" I am really announcing that I do not know. When it is announced that "this is the way", the way has already become obscured. Give me an experience of you who you are, of your genuine being-ness and I will be present with you for hours and perhaps a lifetime. Talk to me about what you believe, and after about 10 minutes I will have better things to do. Talk to me about your accomplishments from the past, and I will not be moved. Share with me an idea and your willingness to make it real, in a way that we can accomplish together, and I will stand by your side, so intimately, that the sweat of our combined efforts will hit the ground as a single drop, and I will pray that our journey together never ends. Tell me how to be, and I promise, I will be, not that. Allow me to be naked in your presence, and I will be with you forever. If I open myself to you fully, how will you respond? Naked,...

Past the great river Descending cherry blossoms Walking more deeply

(This was my final essay for my wr-121 class at MHCC. It is an "A" paper and I received and "A" for the course as well) A Tortured Soul 
      BOOM! You are jolted awake, hooded men in black uniforms, having kicked down your door, burst into your bedroom. They throw you face down to the floor and bind your hands. A hood is shoved over your head and its “zip-tie” is cinched, tightly around your neck. Sharply a needle into your arm, you begin to loose consciousness. The sound of your wife, screaming hysterically, is the last sound you hear. You awaken to find that you have been transported thousands of miles beyond the sovereign borders of your homeland and are a prisoner in one of the now, not so secret, CIA sponsored interrogation centers in Afghanistan. You have just experienced what the current US administration refers to as extraordinary rendition, or what you and I would call kidnapping. Still in your hood, two men grab you, strap you to a hard flat board, raise...

~ 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 ...