To be performed on stage, using different voices, sometimes seen, sometimes not,
with varied lighting against different and changing visual backdrops.
This is my life;
That is how it is not.
Here, flowers pouring up to the sky -
There, devils dragging down in regret.
Here, complications in coloured majesty -
There, simplicity and ordered mediocrity.
Love and death
Culture as a straightjacket for identity
Culture as a means for each to open into adventures of heart and mind
The modern world
Disaster or happiness
Progress or the abyss
Lessons learned or errors of evil
Forever worse each time
Marriage and the family
War and technology
Too many people
Within a world still beautiful
Never a day goes by
Never a day without those birds in the sky
lt‘s not possible
To express your pain
Across the sky
Nor to compare
Your heart with mine
Your flights in different skies
With mine in other strange airs
Incommensurable is the life and mind
Of each in this funny human realm
Thoughts flowing within the mind in silence………
Vigorous activity as all history, all nature
Can pass within the brain, thinking ideas
That people and fill that most amazing jewel
And flower of the universe: consciousness.
What immense majesty in invisible quietness!
O how strange our feelings are.
We never really know who we are at all,
It is so confusing to be alive,
Unable to identify ourselves at all
To the Supreme Godhead, love‘s abstraction
In the midst of chaotic beauty.
There is a flow like making love
Unexpectedly, and kissing the hand
Of the Queen of Beauty, wearing stars
And all the sexiest imaginable flowers
Dreamt in gardens of mad perfume.
O weary is the night
Weary in fading light
Heavens of disappearing glimmer
Only the miracle of stars‘ shimmer
In beauty of the night
Your light is brighter than the sun of suns,
And though my heart is shattered as a beam of light
Upon the rocks of pain and jewelled death,
Yet those dark colours flame throughout my soul
Like rainbows in the rainy suns of dream
Where all is glorious in spite of deepest pain,
As love is its own mystery beyond the stars
Where range the strangest lightnings through its skies.
Of thou whose suns escape in flowers
Let the stars fly into universes
Of ecstasy, who is the moon
When we are dreaming, deep into the Dream.
The light is not the Light that does not shine
On Her, beyond compare,
Whose face could not be held against the moon
Without that lady fading from my sight;
Whose loveliness is softer than the snow
Which falls as pelt alight on Christmas night.
Music from the Ether
Evocation of heaven
Powers of an inner realm
Where shines celestial Light
I feel the life of love again
That were like magic in the sun
Where the curling waves of blue sky
Flew in my dreams and made me one
With all, and perfect billows came
And wafted round my tired brain
And told me soft words of inspired love
That warmed me into highest truth.
O radiance of joy, I am reborn,
The air is full of sweet sounds
From happy birds, that lift the soul
High into ecstasies of celestial peace.
I felt some metaphysical warmths
That were like flames within the sun
Licking the inner coils in love
That whirls like spiritual Catherine Wheels
As if One changed Her mind,
And left one in the void,
Unable to understand why
Everything was new, devoid
Of ancient certainties, and life became
Hell in nightmares of deep doubt
And labyrinthine anguish, remorse, regret,
And dark death of the crying, bleeding soul.
Saints flying and rocks and bones
Sex of the Universe and all insane
Rocking music of the deep blood
Raging red throughout the whirring mind
Of seas that do not stop for Man
Waves crashing like hurricanes
Lights smashing through the galaxies
My heart on fire like a maniac
I am in love with life again
Religion of life is new art
Metaphysics of feeling in strange form
This is love in bleeding mind
I am not dead anymore, no more,
I am alive and swim like a bird
In the blue universe that does not stop
Crying and flowing in aquarium sky
I cannot stop rolling like the waves
Of ocean yearning in the cosmic Whole
A crime against humanity
Is a crime against us all
It makes the heart and soul
Of each of us bleed in agony
The beauty of the Universe
Is all I have for you,
Only the beauty found in my mind
Can I offer to the world.
An epitaph is an end to all,
A new hello to a reawakened world,
The earth entering a new cycle,
The moon visiting the world again,
Rebirth of spirit in the flowers,
Beauty again in the blue sky,
Justice of karma for all living things,
Return of truth after agony.
Darkness is over when the sun
Turns into the moon, and the floating moon
Seeps into the sweetness of confusing sun
Where errors are forgotten and the new day
Borrows its wings from the night‘s stars
And radiance turns in silver flow
Of joy in dancing leaves upon trees
Of cosmic life breathing through all things.
Before the sun, all was condensed
Into pain, which was not understood
And life collapsed as a heavy balloon
Wet, then pierced in fierce night
Of falsity and insanity
Where goblins played ghastly jokes
Turning all familiarity
Into dense nightmare of lies and farce —
Ugly blackness where the soul cringes
In misery of repeated idiocy.
Then colour came, mysterious art
From brain‘s other side of imaginative drean
And drenched foolish negativity
In life, like laughter in the wondrous
Lights on water where the sun
Ripples its smiles and drifting swans
That fly and skim simultaneously
Upon the silvery golden moon.
And life beauty,
Here it is:
Breathe and think anew.
Fly a new soaring cloud to dreams
Amazing into the bright universe.