Spiritual development has been made too difficult to achieve naturally with the intellectual approaches we have
created to reach an experiential truth. Intuisdom aims directly at the gap left behind
. ~ Anton Elohan Byers
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Waves


They were lulled to their final sleep by the waves. One arm hanging over the edge of the boat, hair waving about in the wind, constantly rocking in the sun thousands of miles from anywhere but where they were, they entered the sleep of the dead. Stars passed below them and between them, radiation through them, light made dancing spectral shapes upon their bodies and the boat sailed on. Their purpose transforming from struggle to release, they slept and dreamed of flying, of waterfalls of mystery, dogs of war and giant hot air balloons on alien soil. They dreamed of fish as feudal kings, fires with hearts of fertile darkness, feasts of light and rivers of a mother’s love. And as they awoke amidst the orbs of creativity, they found themselves asking which of those experiences was the dream. There was a fluidity, a capacity, a limitlessness, a nascent organic eruption of life that seemed to have existed before, now and into the future. This life had no specific form or limitation; it existed merely because it needed to grow and become beautiful. They unwound and wrapped themselves around each other, a glow from each slowly encircling and joining the other, spinning, radiant, playful, loving. Tendrils of light, color, purpose and exploration began to emanate from a single glowing body, first red, then crisp orange, quickly becoming too bright to look into, but inviting to be joined, streaming outward, touching other bodies, flowing in between and through. Suddenly a critical mass of something searingly beautiful was reached and in an instant came a vast and endless explosion of energy in rivers and shock waves driving through the dark, ripples of color and emotion.  

And high upon a hill a small green shoot rose through the soil in the morning sun, pushing with the energy of a comet headed through emptiness to a future unknown, but inescapable and calling its name. By midday she had reached into the air all by herself above the surf far below. Rocking in the wind, she unfurled her flower to commune with the tendrils emanating from the sun.

~AEB

Saturday, July 21, 2012

I Am The Stars’ Tomorrows


I am the dreams
            of the stars’ tomorrows
a fountainhead
            on the tip of a pin
the moon, my heart,
            a nightly reminder
I live in the slipstream
            of eternal spin
I am the transient,
            lucid form
a rush of liquid silence
            erupting from the dark
nascent matter and emotions
            of universal purpose
a twisting, looping, glowing
            golden arc
some day I will leave this terran soil,
            but I’ll be back again
as a twinkle in the starlit sky,
            as the shapes of love that change,
                        but never end

~AEB

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Touching Hidden Places


What brings me home
            is walking through the bones
of red-brown beauty,
            canyon’s embraces
hidden flowers
            snaking spaces

why have we not
            traveled this space
together
            in orgasmic haste as
hearts open,
            seeking
            upturned
            inquisitive
            sun-kissed faces

between the rocks
            where water races
through tiny green
            geometric traces
to pour out through
            a whole
            some call god’s
            secret embraces

that’s me and you
            face to face
cheek to cheek
            touching hidden places
this brings me home
            touching
            erupting
            hidden places

~AEB

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wonder Out Loud


Turning softly
round the bend
warm wind touches
now and then

further fed by
dirt and sun
breasts heaving
loping run

cannot reach
the stars so far
but they give birth
inside my heart

sometimes I hear
a darkened worry
insects planning,
insects scurry
I hear bugs scratching
out their burrows
large and small,
worlds in worlds

hunger calls
I turn and go
catch my dinner
by the toe
I climb the tree
and eat the fruit
and offer back
what’s hot and true

what I’ve got
I give out loud
I scream and dance
turn and shout
what visits me
I give back out

drops are falling
from the sky
adorn my face
            as if I cried
but it’s delight,
an earthen love
what’s below
I see above

my heart and fingers
touch soft and rough
I am naked
and that’s enough

~AEB

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Wind and Sea (To My Love, Sierra, For Her Birthday)

When her hand uncurled
I found you
like a string of earthly pearls
cast just so upon the sand
an act of wind and sea

a gift of elementals
stardust found its place
for this moment, for me
a flower from wind and sea

there is no love
like warm grains of sand
nestled against seaweed fronds
no right or wrong 
breaks the song
the moon, the sun
the wind, the sea

the surf is all the music
we’ll ever need
when you are home with me

we’ll forever dance from star to star
but right now
you are home with me,
my love

~Anton