“Let me sit here,
on the threshold
of two worlds,
Lost in the eloquence 
of silence.”

The Field of Love

The Field of Love

“Out beyond ideas 
of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing,
there is a field. 
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down 
in that grass,
the world is too full 
to talk about.
Ideas, language, 
even the phrase 
“each other”
doesn’t make any sense.

The breeze at dawn 
has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what 
you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going 
back and forth 
across the doorsill
where the two worlds 

The door is round 
and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.”
— Rumi

what will you become when you discover Stillness

will you be an artist in love with his painting
absorbed into the scene, transported?

All of a sudden soaring as the eagle, diving as the dew drop to the earth.
blissfully in love.

by Shift Shaper



I’m cruising through the milky way

My headlights burning bright

Leaving tracks across the galaxy

And stardust in the night.

I’m shooting through a bubbling sea

Of stars and space and time

And roaring ’round the Universe

With nothing on my mind.


My craft throws flames and jet spray

Bursting flashes in the sky

Washing white the soundless borders

Of great floating nebulae.

And I feel an awesome power

And hear great melodic strains

As I bank against the farthest light

And head back home again.


Oh! to trip the light fantastic

Past the charted realms of man

Is to drink the draughts of ecstasy

And to see a greater Plan

Which guides the hand of destiny,

Illuminates the skies,

Gives thrust to our trajectory,

And validates our lives.


Felix Bliss

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken – BY ROBERT FROST

“ Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Waiting for the Hour

Waiting for the Hour

I’m going to wait for the witching hour

When all around me is full of power

When the stars are shining bright

When the moon is hanging just right


I’m going to wait for the witching hour

Before I step out tonight,

Standing in the darkness, beside the firelight

Dancing and chanting

In the midnight hours


I’m going to wait for the witching hour

Set my spell alight

Gathering power around me,

Dancing in the light


Will you wake in the midnight hours

Will you stare into the night

Will you feel my power,

look with second sight


See the light dancing,

Romancing the power right

See it climb into the heavens

Become a beacon of light


Will it touch you

Will it hold you

Will it do all the things I told you,

In the midnight hours, tonight

We’ll be witching all right.