Pangea Day

Drips of lifes... drops of time

one tear drop... eternity.

one smile... eternity.

laughter saturates my beating heart as it dances with the rhythm of peace...

the beat so strong the corners of my mouth can not help but turn towards the sun...

thru the tears in my eyes i begin to see the blurry puddle of goodness that is engulfing us...

from israel to palestine... from darfur to myanmar....

all tear drops of the same spirit.

the beat of the drum, the tapping of the foot, the dancing of the soul...

from toe to toe... from star to star... from continent to continent...

our hearts all beat as one right now... in this moment.

a morphing pangea of hearts blossoming with the most peaceful fragrance.

the peaceful warrior is absolute truth, as not one action of fear resides in his bones...

when the puppy is in the bag.... his truth will not allow another to hurt.

every ounce of his being can only do only one thing...

protect those whom need protection...

help those who need help....

teach those whom are hungry to farm...

help those who are thirsty find water...

and show those who cause harm.... there is a peaceful way.

i am asking for help... as each and everyone of us has the power.

the power to show those who cause harm...

that there is an inner peace in all of us that exists only to love.

a spirit of children that innocently resides in all our shores.

a deep rumbling of honest laughter in all our bellies.

a smile in all our lips.

and a hug in all our arms.

the one who causes harm... the one who kicks the being in the bag...

needs the most love... the most compassion... the most forgiveness.

for he does not love himself...

he is alone inside.

it is dark.

allow just a glimpse of your light to ignite his own flame...

his own love.

his own compassion.

as for that was in the past... now we are in the present.

eternally present.

eternally emitting a bright light from our core...

the all powerful and peaceful warrior is in everyone...

wanting to shine free on all around us.

illuminating your brothers, your sisters...

your friends, your enemies...

for we are all the same.

you are them. they are you.

be love my friends.

~namaste

these souls...



will wander...




to inspiring lands...

open your eyes...

drips and drops...

'the flow of Rio'




in honor of Rio Ranieri and memory of Kobie Ameel
~ the cycle of life... live in bliss and rest in peace. April 13th, 2008


the Rio flows into this world with an energy so calm while Kobie's energy subsides into oceanic bliss...
together they arise in a splendor of colours illuminating the sea.

the earth angel whom is here to infinitely remind you of unconditional love...
a creative man plainly says 'your life is a sailboat on a calm sea, with a good strong wind' and the circus was in town...
steel rhythms carrying the clouds and rays of sunshine from the swiss peaks.

the souls dance and chant like monkeys as the beat pounds deep into the night...
the flames are shared and the energy multiplies exponentially...
mirrors of faces...
eyes of mirrors...
is it possible to differentiate your reflection?

you are the reflection...
and the mirror...
and the most inner core of the facing soul...
you are the same.

each just a drop of the ocean yet a part of the ocean...
the part can never be more than the whole.

flow with the river...
don't push the river...
be the river.
be water my friends.
be soft.

in the strongest of winds even the strongest of oaks will topple to their fate...
so strong
so hard
so noble
so stable...
yet nothing is more stable than nature.

no part is more than the whole.

when she decides to blow...
the great oak is nothing more than a candle in the wind.

he may flicker and flare within the bursts of fresh oxygen...
yet in the end her storms snuff the ragingest of wildfires...
simply...
a burning match dropped into a stream of spring mountain run off.

pssssssssss.....
snuff.....

yet in these winds the grasses dance and flow with joy...
they are being cleansed
refreshed
rejuvenated.

their souls and roots nourished...
their compassion flowering into the world.

their essence and sweet fragrance overflowing from within,
while drifting on the breeze to the tides down the shore.

the waves say hello and welcome them...
two old friends meeting up for a cup of tea.

nothing has changed and everything has changed.
they have both infinitely changed with every present moment from the last cup of tea...
yet that infinitely present moment has never changed...
infinitely and eternally present,
and the same,
and different.

their embrace is proof that while their flowers and petals may manifest differently in appearance and aroma...
their roots are still planted firmly in the same healthy soul.

the roots intertwine in this embrace of familiarity and comfort.
a coming home in this wild universe...

their body absorbs you in...
and a gentle hummm immerses its' vibrations in each center...
each core...
each being.

the vibrations of this hum rhythmically transfer into a sweet OM.
all planes and dimensions congruent and parallel at this point in the everythingness.

inner calm and welcoming home from a long journey.
the odyssey across the sea searching.
seeking... seeking... seeking.

yet you now both realize the beauty was already there.

we may travel the shores of the world searching for beauty...
yet unless we carry it with us always,
our eyes are blind.

the treasure,
the beauty,
the calm silent fragrance of your bliss,
has been there always.

plant seeds...
sing songs.

the music nurturing the fertile soil,
a harbor clean and pure.
pure in nothing more than a sense of freedom and flow.

not pure as in perfect...
because we have already discovered that all the seeds are already perfect...
perfect in a sense that no part is more than the whole.

in a sense that all our drops make up the ocean...
all our oceans make up the worlds...
all our worlds make up the universes...
all our seeds make up it ALL.

so it is all perfect as it should be in a cosmic sense.

so now let us imbibe this sense into our scent...
the scent of each individual flower blooming with compassion.

be soft my friends,
be grass my friends.
dance and sway in the wind while the flow absorbs you.

the universe is a peaceful place.

allow your inner calmness and silence to be.

hold the hand of this silence,
and dance gracefully as your toes precisely hop from star to star.

~Damaged Goods~

The majestic peaks…

keepers of many secrets and answers.

Their most valuable treasure hidden amongst thousands of pages…

surrounded by epic stories of valiant nights protecting rich gold and rupees.

Pages of tragedy so deep…

the missing heart of Romeo completely dark the evening he slept.

knowing only in his dreams would he ever kiss Juliet once again.

My souls have been wandering now for what seems eternity…

in sand…

up mountains…

over seas.

Carrying me in a search of self…

and in that search a secret has briefly slivered through.

Painted with oils on a lost canvas my heart runs red…

red with hurt…

red with un-given love…

red with laughter at the universal joke.

A joke so dark I went lost in blackness…

blindly grasping with outstretched palms.

I ask if there is divine presence.

why she dangled that treasure so closely in front of my eyes?

Easily within the grasp of my hands…

yet did not give me the strength to use my muscles.

My hands, fingers, arms - frozen with fear

…and when they thawed she was gone.

A treasure with the value of countless rupees… or none.

a treasure and gift with more value than the breath within my lungs.

Lost forever into the void.

an abyss with depth I cannot comprehend…

an abyss that stirred a loneliness welcoming of one last ultimate breath.

Within these foreign lands friendly smiles and laughter filled my lungs with a new breath…

a deeper breath than I had ever known before the lights went dark.

My senses alive with electricity….

so starved….

so dry…

thirsting for warm and welcoming light.

The northern lights bathed the mountains of my home in a brilliant glow.

a lighthouse and compass guiding my soul to it’s true north.

I drifted with Santiago through the parched sands of the sahara…

sleeping under million star hotels…

and dreaming with my eyes wide open.

All to find a dirt road…

a road less traveled…

a road just wide enough to guide the tires of my dear friend Gretta and I.

A road long and circular as the orbits of our universe.

a magnificent wheel that rolls once again to it’s beginning.

a different beginning.

a new path to roam.

I have begun this new odyssey…

and even in times of night.

when darkness should be settling over like a heavy blanket…

the path has been illuminated at times from within.

At other times six blue moons have led the way.

a scene so frequent in this movie of my life.

dripping with the blur of my eyes, my emotions keen to the core.

I find myself sitting in a car…

a cold and late night…

listening to voices of music that remind me of love I once held.

I wait to dance with that love, yet the passenger seat next to me is empty.

with nothing to hold in my arms the cold of the night creeps slowly back into my bones.

I sit on this road with no destination in mind…

only an eternal journey riveted with bumps and infinite bliss.

As Alexander Supertramp concluded while attempting to escape the wild…

the journey is best shared.

Holding the hand of a friend…

as the sun goes sinking into the horizon –

time and time again on this adventure.

A treasure to wrap your arms around as the fire goes crackling into the night…

the embers burning pure as the stars fall into the sky.

An ear to listen, a shoulder to cry upon, a hand to dance with, lips to taste –

eyes to marvel upon shared sunsets…

and ten other toes to wake up with under the sheets.

Now as the words are on verge of coming to close…

I sometimes feel anxious.

As thought I need to organize the right words in the right way…

a final phrase that pulls together all emotions involved.

all thoughts concluded.

an epiphany of profound proportions.

Yet it is now I realize there is no end.

no beginning.

only this journey that is eternally present…

abundantly beautiful.

The ocean’s tides rise and fall just as the breath within our chest.

as my favorite jeans are nothing more than a collection of patches stitched together…

barely any original material existing.

My heart is damaged goods…

existing of nothing more than a quilt of patches collected along the way.

A strong quilt stitched together with experience…

a heart that knows the value of unconditional warmth.

If you are ever feeling cold on a lonely night –

my blanket is here for you to share.

A vein of happiness rising to the top, like cream in the cappuccino of life... the swirl... the delicate heart peering through the top... a little sugar so sweet you smile deep...

Your foot bounces while your heart races... you fall in love for a short instant with each note as it lands softly on the surrounding leaves…

… little souls glow upon the stones in front of you with waves of pure ecstasy. Our first president with four sides, four seasons, and countless emotions... vibe and rhythm twirl as in a tornado of sound and style untouchable by the naked eye.

Pure elation and energy flowing with no recourse as the water rises to the sun high... it drips back to the city with the falling day... becoming dark and alone –

…yet the sounds of laughter reside within your 6 strings… 10 fingers orchestrating so smoothly as you marionette our limbs into a raw dance of bliss.

drips of life...

…drops of time...