baba wanders over the hills and through the rills of his broken open heart,
he spills art
that shakes us awake,
he takes
life breath by breath,
he welcomes death
and welcomes life with all its strife.

blazing baba
spits words of lava
that burn illusion and confusion
from the inside-out,
a hot love-shout
that shouts love and pain
are the same game,
there’s nothing to gain and nothing to lose -
just egos to bruise, heads to confuse and selves to lose.

baba shouts there’s nothing to be
but free of the griefs of beliefs
that we must be something and not nothing
when everything is all we is,
his is yours is mine is this -
here forever but easy to miss.

baba walks alone, full of want and need,
his feet bleed
wishes, hopes, dreams and wants,
his mind taunts
his broken-open heart,
he doesn’t know where to start,
until he does: breath by breath,
death by death,
play the game without shame,
let it rip out or slip out
however it does
because
life always eats us alive,
there’s nowhere to hide,
each breath brings life closer to death
and death is life’s return to earth through birth,
another child,
another wild field to roam,
another glob of bright sea-foam
dancing on the sea,
the mystery
keeps spinning
from end to beginning
and beginning to end
rend thy shirt, noble one,
pronounce thyself naked to the sun,
one and one make one,
this game is fun
and it’s just begun...
again
and again
and again
and again!

something pops
grief stops and dies
the soul rises and cries,
it flies crying-out bliss,
it flies crying this and this! my god, this!
you can’t miss it,
just visit
what we’ve always been,
when the only sin
is gone and the pawn is crowned queen,
the pawn is crowned king
the moment she or he starts to sing
this sudden song that doesn’t stop, it won’t stop,
there’s nothing in the world that can make it stop,
you and i will drop
back into the soil
soon to embroil
ourselves in new dramas and schemes,
pushed and pulled by the same old dreams
that start with the sweet, benign lie
of I.

baba’s reincarnation incantation
chants obliteration of ego-i
and celebration of all-i.

fly high
with the baba, and fly low,
don’t know,
nowhere to go,
just this mad flow
of love and ego.

so feel the want, be the yearn...
flow and burn,
burn and flow,
watch this unknown glow grow...
we don’t know,
we can’t know
what was or should be,
let history make itself -
our wealth is this breath before death
that breathes us now,
and now,
and now,
and now...