The Light of our inner most being is a grand symphony of meaning

As we make visceral contact with our own soul, we thereby replenish the world

Wings and roses and stones and thorns all come together

unfolding the path we must tread

No where to turn to except what is ~ in its naked fierce splendor

As the Magi said: Uncertainty without fear

Taking smooth flight on the winds of courage

Resting free of agenda and scheming

we submit to the dreaming         of wholeness

as it calls us to realize       our lives but dewdrops

soon to evaporate and be recycled beyond this form…

Let us simply feel our elemental nature

our flow our air our root our shine

the one center everywhere at once

Let us submit to the Holy Triumph that is calling us by name

to embody our inherent divinity

with awareness lucid and innocent

like the immanent sunrise now dawning

~ Beacon ~

~ Beacon ~

Candle floating lit
Amidst the waves
of the soul-time churning

Hearing the call clearly
Like a crystal shining
And pointed at the Sun

I listen
And Become the Majesty
In whose image
I am painted
With Life-Force

Seeds of sentient consciousness…

The Sky abounds within my body
The Stars speak to my cells
The Heavenly Rains feed my blood
The Lightning clears my channels
And expands my fields of perception
The Moon glows in my womb
And The Galactic Center
Beats firmly and gently
Inside my fragile yet invincible
Cosmic human heart

I Am Pure Art
Nothing more ~ nothing less
No beginning ~ nor end
Infinitely Sourced
In the potential that is Love

*Dedicated to my Son, Merlin Asher Sky*

Show me the road of change

|ynMShow me the road of change

Emblazoned by the lucid sun     of my awareness

Put my feet on the path

And put the sight and scent of victory     in my heart

Let flowers grow bright in the graves of all my wounds

Let the silence that sources my soul      penetrate    
and calm all clamor

Help me to soar on the wings of my primordial joy

With innocence as my ground

And imagination as my sky

Oh Shining One ~

Paint a new image    on my canvas of destiny

Paint the flowing waterfalls of my renewal

Paint the rainbow bouquets of surrender    I present

Day upon day     at my Master’s feet

Paint me breathing in the timeless presence of Life

Pure     visceral

Uncreated   and undestroyed

Paint me humbly on my Golden Path

Firm in the crystalline salvation of self-love

Deepening always, my faith and gratitude

Walking steadily,   I am, on the path of the Ancient future New Dimension dawning

Like wind    like cedar     Like celestial birds and angel’s trumpets

Like fire      like night      Like mystery and equality

Like salt     like shell       Like sands    like tides of time…

Entrusting my journey,   I am,     to the guiding stars of my heart,

Blossoming I am,   a ripening fruit on the tree of our One Sovereign Creator.


Staring at the morning fire
Its dancing orange waves consume my mind
I see my conscience, my sincerity
offered to the Holy
like a platter of fruit, ripe and sweet

Penetrated by the blazing majesty
of this primordial force

I am emptied out
until I can only feel
the heat of my heart
in communion with the Great Architect
of this mysterious existence
we all clamor within

seeking the path to be illuminated
seeking to put respect in our footsteps
and carry the whole in our palms 
seeking to be warmed by inner benevolence
seeking to burn with divine conviction
seeking to be fearlessly fueled by the fire of our invincible spirits

seeking to submit our small minds
like wood
to feed the flames

of a higher light
a deeper heart
an ancient brightness
to warm our souls
that we may shine
as humble sparks of the sun
bowing to the power
of Grandfather Fire’s
winged orange song of creation

Arising into the Divine Descent

I saw Magdalena     standing atop the crescent Moon
A celestial waterfall of rainbow nectar descending through her body,
renewing her crystalline instrument with higher octaves 

Standing open & receptive      with flames in her palms
and a primal-galactic-gaian serpent rising through her womb
granting spiralling wings    
that sing a song of innocence
with a pulsing crown of star light    illuminating & amplifying
her secret eye    that hears & responds
to the voice of Hunab Ku’s cosmictimelove beaming through the Sun,   
calling the lotus of the Earth to bloom    and the core of its heart     
to inform the gentle steps of our epic human journey    
as we voyage through the waves of death & rebirth …

I saw the prismatic mandala of Magdalena,    alive
standing as a woman,
bowing in the soul

to the one supreme source
     in infinite     immaculate
The Divine Game   &    Eternal School of Being











Warm wings of your wind encircle me
Wholly and primal – I feel you…
Flowing windsnakes like rivers cleansing

In Your embrace I am liberated
as dense-mind-forms release back into spirit breath

Gaia-Ma You are the face of permanent change
You are the force of invincible movement
You are the Queen of Your Empire of Elements

Each of Your creatures with its precise yet thoughtless purpose
The monarch soars in its beauty above tall, swaying stalks of grass
The creek cascades in ever-renewing life force, offering its symphony of rushing joy
Your Sky hovers like a celestial canvas
Your flowers smile in innocent majesty
The Sun sings to You, Gaia-Ma,
as You dance around His Omnipotent Light in perfect spiral flight

With my feet on Your ground, I make contact with Your resounding immensity
I unite with my creature soul – at once fierce, calm, spontaneous, content, at home…
I submit as Your child to what is Real: Only Your Pulse Surging Through All

You are the Giver of All, Home to All, Mother of All
Queen of The Omnipresent Art of Self-Existing Nature

Your Ancient Paradise is our True Cathedral
Your Eternal Heart is our True Abode

You are calling to us to remember You
To open and receive You
To relinquish our mind-made agendas
And relish in the Living Wholeness of our Beingness
That You Are
That we are
in our deepest core

Show us how to take refuge in You once again
Teach us to let Your vitality soothe our restless minds and our weary bodies

Oh Gaia-Ma
Help us to liberate our creature souls back into their nature
as Your empowered instruments of creative joy,
here to manifest
a life of victorious harmony for All

Bouquets of Love


For Jose Arguelles ~ Valum Votan

Solar 16, White Crystal Mirror, March 22, 2013
2 Year Anniversary of Votan’s Passage

Tears falling
like warm diamonds
into my open, empty palms

I sit,
resting before your photograph

meditating on the Sun
we’ve swam around 2 times
here on Timeship Earth

since you

this dimension
and arrived

I know

in your eyes anymore

I know you live within my heart,

and within her heart, and within his…

I know that you live within everyone that loves you –
maybe that’s how you exist everywhere now…

The Rainbow still glows its mighty protection

Your spirit’s light sings
in the candle
the copal
the feather 

the flute
the stone

Your love guides us still
like a pulsing beacon from the other side

We thank you – ever and all ways – 
for the gifts that still give
for the treasures we still have yet to unwrap…

Over time,
the Mystery marching
To the One Celestial Heartbeat

that brought you, awoke you, and took you Beyond

To the One Celestial Heartbeat
that synchronizes the Heart of the Mission
inside each one of us,
as together
we keep growing

and tending
to the seeds of life

from the Holy Garden you planted

Each of us
like innocent sunflowers

facing towards the Light
basking in the rays
of the Sixth Sun’s Song







Ah Yum Hunab Ku Evam Maya E Ma Ho!

~ Eden Skywalker, Ben4

Flower of my life


Each new day
is a petal on the flower of my life

Growing, I Am
in the soil of Divine Earth

Illuminated, I Am
by the Eternal Father’s Sun

Nourished, I Am
by the Infinite Mother’s Streams of Mercy

Destined, my body’s rose is
to meet the Doorway of Death

Rejoicing, my Spirit’s petals are
to arrive one day in the Garden of Pure Light
liberated beyond color, scent and form
to bloom into a shimmering dewdrop
adorning Creator’s Celestial Bouquet of Being

Until that sacred breathless moment,
I inhale,
invoking Gratitude
for the myriad elements that sustain my thriving

Smiling as a humble lily in the field of this precious Earth
dancing and dreaming through my days
as we ever-spiral, round the Great Central Sun…

All of us but innocent daisies,
Children in an evolving Galactic Fairy Tale
Learning to care for the One Garden of Life



The immensity of the Earth resounds

Can we touch it with our minds?
Can we reach the Sky through our hearts?
Can our bare feet
Sink to the planet’s crystal core?

We are
Tiny hands

Yet vast powers
Of imagination to create with…

As She spins in space, holding us,
Does Earth feel the electrifying winds of our dreams?
Does Earth sense the swirling storms of our fears?

Does the Cosmos hear
The colors of our human longings?

Our painted webs of confusion?
Our solar flares of brilliance?

Does our cacophony of culture
create the dreamscape of this world?

Or is the chaotic music of our fears and hearts
but a response to this boundless mystery we drift within?

What are the True Limits of this Universal Game we are all playing?
What Laws of Life run this Grand Show?

We all know the ancient truths
Of Death & Birth & Sun & Moon

But what force chooses the identities we play-
Soldier, healer, merchant, mother?

What is the Source of the vibrations
that compose the forms we inhabit –
the disguises we wear?

What is the origin
Of the light burning in the stars
And the passion sounding in our souls?

Is the immensity of Earth
In the endless potential

Of our humanity?

Is Her diversity alive
In our sufferings
And our glories?

As She
Speaks to us
In waves
Of heat
Floods –

How do we reply
With our



How do we enact
The art of our culture

To confront the poisons
And apply the medicines
Of these
Breaking Times?

How do we summon
The fierce wisdom of our Ancestors

And the spiritual will of Generations Beyond Us
To meet us Now –
In the cauldron of our hearts

To guide our way together,
In this moment of Planetary Prophecy

Ever-nearing the Threshold’s crossing…

We are
Tiny hands

Yet vast powers
Of Love to create with