the path to enlightenment

your mind is like a playground that i may enter through your eyes.

your lips are divine as god himself.

your hair is the woman of you. gold silk i stroke.

your neck is a place my lips love to travel.
i wish to land a kiss just therethat might be able to express my bliss just so.

when we play, you strip me of my dour edge.
you were quite right to demand a shift of my attitude
after i nearly decked the bouncer with a blow from behind my cape.

you have actualized my dreams of third eye communication
my aquarian sister, you’ve turned my speculative visions into earthen reality
already i care about you as if i have loved you for years,
and your pleasure is my happiness.

you are silly, sexy, sweet and so sublime
i must touch you, more, with my nose
with my cheek,
with my breath on your chest.

i must cry with you more, let you know how soft this heart is
i will hoist you and carry you into the wind.
i have a chariot made of eagle feathers and
the licks of puppy dogs.

at least once a summer,
i will lay with you in grassy fields
chewing on hay like a carefree country boy.

this joy that emerges through all these layers of armor

breaks open the words in an epic novel.
the truth has been spoken:

she came from Calgary
and she drugs me with tea blends at bedtime.

evolution, love

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it is SO lovely,
beyond lovely,
to meet you in this moment
and love you in this moment
without expectation
or wanting

how, in not wanting, this moment blossoms,
our souls kiss,
ageless

but do understand,
that i DO want something
and if it feels like i’m grappling at times,
consider noticing it for what it is:

not an attempt to control you,
or change you,
or make boxes for the future.

it’s only because i want to spend more time with you.

i do not think it is un-Zen of me

to want to make more of these moments

it is not Desire, Lust nor Ego;

for, to love you is my Calling.

love

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it is these trinkets of love that you send
in emails and in phone calls
which save me from the black hole
spinning voraciously a little to the side of my head,
threatening to suck my heart out.

self-love is a tricky matter
and frankly i welcome your love.
i would cuddle and/or huddle with you for hours on end
if not weeks, and if not moons,
if not forever.

your message to me is consistent and clear,
and my message to you is thus:

i would not be so challenged if i did not care so much
but i’d rather care and be challenged than not care.
i saw the masses downtown today,
celebrating Canada Day, and I was amazed that none of them seemed to recognize
the ludicrosity of their predicament.

oh I thank the Goddess that my soul is compassionate enough to suffer.

what i would like now is to gather with my Tribe
and mourn together.

does anyone know of any event producers that would be willing to take on a massive mourning ceremony?
it may be easier to draw people out than for a party,
for the need is great at this time,
whereas our will to celebrate is stretched a bit thin.

more immediately, and perhaps more intimately,
i want to put my heart against hers,
and feel their mutual beat.
to warm the air that surrounds us.

Love is still the answer.
Love is still the key.
Love is beautiful in its simplicity.

Every time you tell me you love me you heal my pain.

love

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i just saw a shooting star,

the first i’ve seen this year.

it blazed a long trail, its particles
dissolving in speckling flashes

its path vertical, nearly straight down
towards the earth

long journey that speck of cosmic dust
must have been on before crashing into the earth, huh?

like, thousands of years, isn’t it?

imagine if that speck of cosmic dust had consciousness!

i wonder what it would be thinking as it plunged towards its end.

as it is,

it dissolved into the atmosphere
and that timelessness which it carried

has dissolved unto here.

what a beautiful flash it was,
above the screen where I am watching for the first time,
The Dark Crystal.

how inspiring this story has grown as the movie has progressed.
the characters are truly hilarious
(love out to Jim Henson and Frank Oz)

and peculiarly, or should i say, particularly,
the magic of the moment
whilst whennest the star beamed from beyond my screen
was a scene, the only and first scene i have remembered seeing before;

and i recall it from, i believe, young adolescence. i remember the emotional experience it evoked in me then, as it does now. it aroused my deepest conviction to heart, particularly the connection the boy gelfling and the girl gelfling are making. and the scene in which they are lying by a stream and the boy gelfling’s head is comforted in the heart-bossom of the girl gelfling. the essence, the love, which i sometimes seek, comes to me, in moments like this, and whispers reminders of eternity.

oh what a beautiful movie,
and what a wickedly timeless way
to remind me,
shooting star.

such a burst of flash that it took me a second to realize what was happening

a wish? i wish for more wishes! shower us with cosmic dust! oh great powers that be, light up the sky and illuminate the night
let everyone see what brilliance is here already,
what deserves to be preserved,
and penetrate all the way through to the earth,
and strike the hearts of those who crack its skin
and fine forest fur.

that is my wish.

and now it it is time for me to return to my movie.

sweet dreams, mes amis

love, nature

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where went the zest?

i hear it in bits of the music
between the choruses
but not quite in the verse

where once you danced
now you droop like a willow tree

where went the joy
when you walked out into the street

did you forget why you were here?

have you run out of reasons
to make believe?

or is it your career that’s got you straight, shiraz?

is the price of equanimity no more bursts of ridiculous love?

perhaps you spent it all on women that never loved you back

or perhaps your passion was just blind adherence to the frivolousness of your emotion.

or maybe not.

possibly even that passion will return,

but until that day,

you are just an ordinary man.

and this is just an ordinary world.

and these are just ordinary times.

and this is just another blog entry

in just another subculture

and the love you’ve known already

is the most you’ll ever know.

not, of course, that you haven’t known a lot.

but have you known what you wanted to know?

what happened to the passion, old man?

too much time at the computer, perhaps?

goodness me.

i want to hear your voice again, lovely.
i like the sound of your heart.

and the beat that pulses beneath you
i feel at the base of my throat

oh god, what happened
to sarah gooding warming her hand under my t-shirt?
to jessie schram and her deep blonde intelligence?
to the love which lived at the end of my touch?

and where are they now?

where are you?

do you hear me, shiraz?

where are you?

darkness, love

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a thousand years younger
by the light of the stars

tonight

a million times calmer
insh’allah

should i be so lucky

among you

here in this procession from galaxy to super nova

the injured were healed tonight
by the sound of your voice

and i swear, your words,
are the finest flavour for my craving tongue

and your dance is like fire.

inspire.

laugh with me, loves
and i will giggle for you,

forever
and ever,

alhumdoillah!

amen.

love

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time has eroded the layers which separate me from my past

it may be called it the exposure of old wounds
but i would prefer to say, the return to where i am;

in this deep place, there is no struggle
even though there is pain

and that is the difference between where i was so many years ago and where i am now.

once where i struggled, now i accept.

my joy, in any case, is deeper than my circumstance.

i know now, my purpose is lived in every moment

and though i am as a prophet unfulfilled,
i am also as a god complete.

creator, upon high,

let wisdom guide my heart
through these ancient issues re-surfaced.

darkness, evolution, love

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constrictions, tensions, blockades in the flow
owies, cabowies, i’m trying to let go

fear is peppered in these parts of my heart
i’m trying to trust, i’m trying to trust

goose pimples sprinkled like golf ball dimples
this fear, this fear,
i try to erase

i can feel them now, regarding me as baggage
like in this dark zone i fear to grow old and haggard

like my truck breaking down on the highway road
from a prince unkissed i revert to a toad

so KISS ME my friends so that i may stay bright
and illuminate my worries in the still of the night

your love is not fodder for my struggle
but a gentle embrace, a much-needed huddle

if you see my weaknesses, please love me even more
because i need to share them with you, keep open the door

the passage of my fearful restrain
i’m finding involves considerable heart pain

but you know what’s the hardest part of this whole struggle and game?
it’s the thought that by sharing my struggle, your faith will wane.

but rather if you will when you see me in need
provision me with teacups and buttercups and throw me a lead

to the knowledge which inspires you and the vision you love
show me the heart of black-feathered dove

in these times i find that my ego is weakening
and my heart apparatus is slightly tweaking

at the loss of it all, the loss of the game
and yet despite it all, it remains the same:

love is forever, love is deep
love fills the day as love fills our sleep

though my heart is bruised
and the soul feels used

i commit to the path of forgiveness and faith
i commit to the path, i commit

and i know that my words are struggles as well
i know that despite my efforts of story to tell

that only some reach your ears
the way oft unclear

but i’m entrusting this process to transmute the valley
over the cobblestones and into the alley

i’m sharing my weakness as a matter of savvy
don’t you know? i’m learning to let go.

i’m asking for your soft hand to sooth my jitterbug heart
touch my fear with your finger, and the pain breaks apart

touch my fear with your tongue,

hug me for over one minute,

tell me it’s okay to cry.

accept my sorrow –

these things will help me move on.

i love you too, my friend, and i welcome your imperfections.
like the woman that crashed into my truck last night, reversed into it without knowing it was there.
it made me feel better

my closest connections these days are with light beings in need
the penguins huddle, the cosmic seed.

i know in proximity sometimes for a moment my energy may feel bad
i realize sometimes i’m a very unattractive lad

with outstretched arms, like a street beggar
i sometimes feel need, i sometimes feel need

and i know how pathetic the call of “love me!” can sound
but still at this point you’re around

reading my call, suspending my fall
supporting my base as my spine becomes tall

not to be underestimated, compassion for all
tthe tickle and trickle of love’s ancient call

darkness, evolution, love

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it makes me want to kick it to pieces
damn fucking right i’m frustrated

kiss my ass, you tease

please.

i say it straight –

i barely relate

to this goddamned nightmare
and why the fuck should anyone care?

clutch,
grab,
release

all this shit’s a fucking tease

i’d rather view life as misery,

and take it from there.

and where to now, really?

over the bridge and into the sea.

i killed my soul when i decided to love

the girl played games and gave me a shove

well shovel this you ungrateful turd

i hate this game, and that’s the word.

darkness, love

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i give thanks for this moment

i give thanks for food

i give thanks for the warmth

i give thanks for the dogs

i give thanks for the sun

i give thanks for the houseplants

i give thanks for the flying birds

i give thanks for the swaying elm trees

i give thanks for adventure

i give thanks for Rik

i give thanks for Sonja

i give thanks for Mary Jo

i give thanks for Diane

i give thanks for sarahmaya

i give thanks for Jesus

i give thanks for my mom

i give thanks for my dad

i give thanks for carmen

i give thanks for kosta

i give thanks for ancient greek mythology as told by mathias

i give thanks for my blood.

i give thanks for the path that i am blessed to travel upon

i give thanks for being invited to dinner tonight

i give thanks for the crackle of fire

i give thanks for the rustle of autumn leaves

i give thanks for my new purple truck.

i give thanks for ginger

i give thanks for mushrooms

i give thanks for marijuana

i give thanks for sipping tea with my friends

i give thanks for ecstatic commune.

i give thanks for progressive film

i give thanks for spicey music

i give thanks for digital enhancements

i give thanks for psychedelia

i give thanks for satire and humour

i give thanks for a good book.

i give thanks for the maya

i give thanks for the carnivorous cat that sits at the gates

of Eden.

i give thanks for the egyptians

i give thanks for the pleiadians

i give thanks for the sirians

i give thanks to Shiraz, the poet and my namesake

i give thanks to Rumi

i give thanks to Gibran for squeezing wisdom from the cloth of God and letting it drip on the pages of the Prophet.

i give thanks to Daniel and Brian

i give thanks to the friendly people at the party on Saturday night.

i give thanks to my grandparents

i give thanks to my ancestors

i give thanks to Prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him)

i give thanks to Muhammed’s wives.

i give thanks to feminism

i give thanks to femininity

i give thanks to the intellect

i give thanks to the body

i give thanks to the soul

i give thanks to the sky

i give thanks to the indigenous peoples of north america

finally, i give thanks to the colonialists, the dictators, the killers, and George Bush,

for doing at least what they thought was right

may they stand corrected.

may Love Prevail.

Amen

love

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this feeling in my heart –

so strong

i love you so much

you are a machine
buzzing gently in my chest

a pleasure vibration
of infinite inspiration

you are life itself –
a kernel of eternality

i feel you

in thoughts
in pictures
in smells

down this country road,
deep melancholy and joy
but no longing,
only thanks
and reverence

of what life can be
when allowed to be.

you,
i love you.
more than i can ever express
more, perhaps, than you will ever know.

i love you like i love crickets on a summer night
i love you like i love the moon

i love what i see on your face.
i love that humanness, i love that interplay of joy and struggle, and more joy,
that makes your eyes so.

together we are mortals,
with hearts of immortality –

so given to love.

love

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layers and layers and layers of life
many years lived
and many more still

as I get get older,
etchings on a karmic scale
wrinkles now, and a weathered face

my first grey chest hair
perfectly centered at my heart,
so said She.

She. How many have said to me
that She and me make a great couple

and this is true

and the grey hairs could grow to many
with Her

inside, though, a rebellious spirit:

i cannot settle
i will not settle
until i can settle
a score

which has everything to do with me,
and everything to do with a world
both personal and political
because i take revolution as seriously
as i take my personal evolution

i watch my grey hairs grow
and the wrinkles i don’t mind when they’re formed from my smile

but the aching muscles,
and the baggy eyes
like i’m turning 65 –
gotta let that go

for sure, time is moving fast and
i’m rather lost on this carousel.

anyone that tells me or acts like they aren’t lost,
as if they’ve got a grasp
generally appears to me to be either over-confident, or willfully ignorant,

or blindly ignorant, like a stock marketeer in 1929

so much over-confidence in this world,
that i find it funny when people find me meek
when in my mind, i’ve just met our maker
ahead of the others

and with this maker i’m making plans
working on the long-term vision
perhaps however at some cost to my youth,

cause it ain’t easy to hang with the reaper.

so what’s the formula again?
two parts wisdom one part youth?

i feel like an alchemist that created a new potion
self-administered at age 18 for testing purposes,
dosed myself up,
and i finally just finished peaking
you’re reading my observations

I’m Shiraz S. Thomson

in 6 years i’ll write the conclusion.
just at the end of this merry illusion.

see you there, my love, see you there!

evolution, love, revolution

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i will offer my lips to you,
venerate your body with kiss,
receive your soul

…as a starting point.

then, i will make promises that i will keep

i will love you forever
if you were mine.

love

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