The Adventures of Stalker the Bumbling Wizard

 I've always written a lot, I wrote a lot of poems and stuff back in the 70's and one year decided to merge a bunch into this little story.  And some friends asked to see some of my Poetry, so I copied it  here in my blog.  This reflects some of my old and current mind-set, but it has evolved since then as well. 

The Adventures of Stalker the Bumbling Wizard

We keep holding up the image

but the image grows old

And we forget the importance

of all the things that we were told

We walk towards the sun

We try not to stray

But it's so very hard sometimes

each and every day

Remember when you were a child

and everything was new

I'd like to go back to that quiet place

And stay here with you all too.

Can you remember when life was magical

A reflection in a pool of your dreams,

misty visions of green meadows

mountains and silvery streams.

Butterflies floating

like dancing fairies in the air

A vision so beyond beautiful

you forgot you were even there

Where has she come from

the beautiful butterfly

Silken threads her prison

her cocoon

Sad dreams

old illusions

The beauty of the butterfly

so far surpassed the dreams of the worm

Springtime vision, a memory in the snow

A new sun is rising, it's a new day you know...

In the magical woods he searched

for the Fairy Queen

The bumbling wizard

in the deep forest green

When he finally finds the key to the door

yesterdays phantoms

will be slain once more

With the golden sword of love

just like before

Stalker sitting with his back to a large rock thought silently to himself...

Sunlit castles floating in the air

Rainbow bridge into the sky

Children dancing without a care

Adults have forgotten their reasons why

and the sadness of this sometimes

would make Stalker cry

But now:

Soft and gentle the stream flows

Love grows

The trees bend in the wind

and sway

A falcon sits motionless on the air

without a care

The ocean of life roars and sings

and cries," I am One"

My breath sits on the wind and flies

over hills and mountains

kissing the land

The voice from the past

today whispers to me

and in hazy visions I see all of you,

who I love so

Gently flowing, softly kissing this life

I love

He wandered back to his home, only to find she was gone. And yet maybe she was never there - it was merely a fantasy. Like dreams the fantasies silently appear in our worlds. He was so very tired, the day had been long, the phantom battles had been many. He again wanders through them looking for his rewards, and his casualties. He finally leans back silently in his favorite old chair, puffing on his pipe. As the dreams float through him like clouds.

Then from out of a haze, came a face within a blaze:

“Do not let me amaze you

don't let me offend you

I'm only here to lend you

a key to your soul

Your fantasy is life

as it is by itself

Stop your creating dreams Stalker

come down off the shelf

Or dream- dream on---castles floating in the air

Don't desire it too much though

this builds prisons, and creates much despair

Dream and see your dream become,

don't desire though

This gets pretty tricky

just try it and you'll know

Exactly what I mean,

and am trying here to show”

He wanted to run in fear

from the face in the blaze

But instead he disappeared into his mind

and back into the maze

A spider web of thought

pulling him in

The never ending battle wages on. My soul cries out for the light, but my mind reminds me of the importance, and solidity of all the falsities on which it dwells. Desire battles against truth. The duality that doesn't exist takes it's toll. The battle wages itself on in the name of Truth.

The sound of the voice from out of the blaze

pulled Stalker back out of the maze,

he knew Stalkers thoughts

You see Stalker, he said, it is only the battle within you, your Holy Crusade, that deprives this moment of its real truth.

But the battle does exist, here and now for me, so is it not also truth ?

In battles there are casualties, so it would be best for you to battle no further. Truth can only reveal itself in the present, it is not a goal to be fought for. Truth, Stalker, The peace and quiet of this moment cannot be heard over your phantom battle.

But you see Stalker, said the voice,

there is not only truth

there is absolute Truth

Mere truth is a quality of mans mind

It can be a wizards prison

It is a truth with millions of aspects

aspects that are born, grow, and die

Moving, changing aspects.

definable truths that can be categorized, and moved about to suit mans ego, All these truths move, change and exist within absolute Truth.

This absolute truth is the light I seek, said Stalker. This is what my soul cries out for, and is what my mind fears so much

You see, said the face within the blaze, the ego of your mind wants to be absolute ruler over the kingdom in which you live, and seeing how insignificant it really is, in relation to absolute Truth, it tries with all it's might to convince itself, and you that it really is the most significant thing. So it sends out its soldiers, and these are the phantoms you battle.

Just who are you ?, asked Stalker

his voice shook a bit

He'd seen many magical things

but still wasn't used to it

I am the wizard who lives in the castle

at the center of the cyclone

The world whirls madly about me

yet I am still

My heart is at peace with all things

and with myself

And when I rest I often times find

all things are within my self

Light is within me

And in this light I see all things are the same within my self

The sadness equals the joy

My attention is not always focused in one area

as yours seems to be Stalker

All things are equally in focus

So rest now, child in my heart

Still your restless wandering mind

Rest within my love

Because I am you.

Now I must allow myself caught

thrown into the Light

a great momentum towards the center,

unlike the wind of the night

Where they'll try and hold you to a mold

created of solid stone

In the darkness and the wind

you're always alone

I love you all so much

you know we really are the same

The only difference I could see

would be within a game

Games are for children

children are love too

So you see my friend

I'm just the same as you

There was nothing left, but a spark of light

Stalkers eyes closed- to begin his dream journey

on this very quiet night

Dream Journey

The air was still --- the time was right

there was neither day or night

The decision came, it all happened

The dream now changes

But every ending is also a beginning

Suddenly sound and color ring forth,

from somewhere deep within

The nose, and the toes and now the chin

The eyes and the brain, and the body as a whole,

Fills up with light

from deep within his soul

Then there's the opening of a window

the universe comes into sight

Purpose, and Love ideas are set right

The time that lapsed from now to then,

means nothing

There's a cry, and a laugh, and a sigh of despair

But they disintegrate as they hit the warm air

The air of the Truth- moving from the soul out

has become a reasoning factor, no doubt

The eyes are opened -

or are they closed

closed or open- it's all supposed

The chair of life,

it stands in the door

a fly falls down dead on the floor

A face is sometimes a window

that hides the door

Stalkers ways are the curtain

this view is seen no more.

Then from out of the darkness of her lonely flight

A grounded angel called out to me,

in her sad fright

She wanted back the earth world

how could I tell her this wasn't right

One time too, I had had silver wings

then came a world full of games and other things

and all the fantasies that such a fairy tale brings

I knew there was a light ahead

I started flying towards the sun

I left behind the games and things

and left behind the worldly fun

But in my head these days

I so often seem to be

The phantoms I battle

won't set me free

His dream carries on,; visions weaving in and out:

Time goes by, in the bat of an eye

if the eye didn't bat

you'd be where you're at

I open my eyes

I'm part of the skies

You ,them and I

are really just I,

or maybe all it

but they don't see why

Pushing in deeper, pushing aside and laying away

The ideas that had lost me, just until today

I could say good-by to my friends

as you pass from my eye

but as One you see

you can never leave me

Becoming a part of it all- as it is

To quiet places - ships of wind

drifting on.

Rambling down streets of timeless, ageless, wordless wisdom

The narrow path of silence

through a world entangled in noise

As the pattern is forgotten, the blueprint slowly burns away

The painted faces of other worlds,

other dreams,

shine out through the darkness

that is all around the narrow path.

The faces may seem beautiful, or ugly to us,

but they are all faces of the past

and must be left alone to die, as the past fades.

His eye was a window - he peeked out from behind the shades. He knew he was asleep, as he gazed upon the moonlit sky, and wondered what lay beyond in this dream.

The golden bird of light

carrying the sun upon its wings

She came and spoke to Stalker

saying many things

She came like a whirlwind

she blew by so very fast

He doubted he'd gathered much of her words

or could even make her memory last

Lesson given, lesson heard

Spoken by a beautiful bird

The birds beauty was seen

it drew the eye

and the lesson flew off

into the sky

So they told the bird again

the bird again flew away

three times around the world

it just got here today

I asked her what they told her

but she only told me about the world she'd seen

So I'll open my ears, and try to hear

I'll do my best, not to fear

for fear will hide the truth of the voice

and I'll again become lost

because of my own foolish choice

The voice was said clearly

it just wasn't heard

it flew past my window

like a very swift bird

But next time I promise

I'll be out that window

I'll grab on to its tail and fly

back at its nest, where I come to rest

I'll finally know my reason why.

Then I'll fly back, just as did the bird

to fly past your window

carrying a word

So look out your window

and see what you see

don't be afraid, it happened to me

Follow the bird, don't let go on the way

if you stop there this time

next time you might have to stay

Follow it all the way this time

so that you might see

just exactly where you're headed

and where you're life should be

Then fly back with a piece of the word

Place it in someone's window

To be understood

Lights spinning

Broken pieces of memories

Blowing in the wind...........

A whirlwind

it draws Stalkers eye, be blinks, he's in the desert

He looks up at all the stars in the sky

Then in front of him he sees an Indian's tent

It's only a dream

But he still wonders why .

Stalker and White Eagle

He goes into the tent and sees a familiar old face

But he knows he's never seen him ,in any other place.

He greets him as he always had before

and sat down on the fur

on the same spot on the floor

Only in his dreams does he remember

the wrinkles in his weathered face,

The sparkle in his eyes, that lit up the whole place

His shield with an Eagle Feather, a White eagle feather,

his cloak was the golden skin of the mountain lion.

They sat on fur of buffalo

His name was White Eagle

His words touched Stalker,

as if they were Stalkers

own thoughts.

" It is good to see you my son," said White Eagle. You have found me many times, now I am a part of you. I am your Father, you have found White Eagle, you are now White Eagle Stalker. Tonight I will tell you why you were given the name, "White Eagle Stalker." He lit his pipe, and continued speaking. You are Stalker, White Eagle Stalker, of the Green bear.

These words meant much to Stalker, like the sun, coming from behind a dark cloud.

"Please keep you're silence Stalker,"

said White Eagle

They went out for a walk,

When they came to a special place of power

White Eagle again began to talk.

"Stalker seeks the way of the Golden Heart. But you fear the changes that will occur within you as you pass beyond the obstacles on the trail. As you pass beyond each obstacle, you grow and change, and you fear those eyes who can't understand your changes, and they have sometimes have even feared you. But when you find at the end of the trail, the way of the golden heart, you will no longer fear. Then the joy you find there you can pass along to your Brothers and Sisters within the medicine wheel of this Earth. Stalker, you must find yourself in the way of the Golden Heart. The obstacles on the trail are, personal desires, fears, hate, and all the egos children. These are the phantoms you battle. The Stalker must know his Way, and use it to overcome these obstacles...The Way of wide, clear eyes, and listening intently. Touching the Earth, clean and clear, he must find himself in harmony with all the rest upon this Earth, and within the Universe. But first he must find that harmony within himself... And yet he himself is the rest of this Earth, and universe. The harmony you find within yourself Stalker, is your harmony with all the things of this Earth, and universe.

Stalker didn't know where he was

he felt like a gentle breeze

White Eagles words were like a song

sung by the wind .......rustling in some trees

It seemed to blow Stalker, to the ends of the earth

he saw his death......and he saw his birth

it made him wonder, about his worth

then he almost wanted to cry

Then White Eagles words,

like a song in the wind

Picked Stalker up again.

" You know you would really like people to love you, but you are afraid they might not approve of "the way you are." So you must become inacessable and love them with all your heart. A silent Stalker of Love. A Stalker remains silent so he can hear within others, and seek out the woe. Silently and carefully stalking the words to set them free. And when your eyes and ears, your mind, and heart know the time is right, you draw back the bow and fire these word arrows of love into their hearts.....then you will be a hunter. Controlled silence...speak no words to create an image of yourself. A Stalkers image is very hard to see. Speak to give, not receive. Then when no one can see you, except for the words of love you speak, they will know you for this love. A Stalker is inaccessible to others minds for becoming this way. The hunter fires the arrows of love into his brothers and sisters. A warrior is armed with the golden sword of love that can cut through any phantom. A warrior is Love, and yet he is alone

alone with the whole world

a strange loneliness

a constant companion.

More of White Eagles song

it doesn't rhyme in English, but that's OK

The Stalker must see all things along the trail with equal eyes. He must not fight to keep things away, and he must not collect treasures unto himself. He must not be like the mouse, who touches the world only as far as his whiskers will allow. He must also not be like the armadillo who has built a shell around himself, a shield to protect him from, and keep out, the rest of the world.

He should be like the eagle, and the lion. Silently moving, the lion with claws, with lines deep within the earth, always seeing the proper path to take, because he has no regrets. Following his senses through the hunt, without fear of what lies ahead upon the path, knowing he is King of this place. The eagle, with far reaching vision, seeing what lies far away, choosing its striking approach, and making it...swiftly and unwavering.

White Eagle paused , and lit up his pipe. Stalker had no words, he had become the song. White eagle blew out a cloud of white smoke, and the song went on.

" You must stalk the aspects of the doing world, and the not-doing world, because these are your "self. "If we react to these aspects, these phantoms, they can destroy us. You've committed yourself to the sorcerers path, you can't turn around, and you can't go back. You might as well listen to what I have to say, believe me it could come in handy some day.

These phantoms can destroy us, they destroy many people. This is why we must stalk them out, see them, know them. This way they won't be striking at us from behind.

These phantoms are reflected back to us by the people, and all the things around us, and many of these phantoms we don't want to see, so we might repel this person, or this thing, rather than seeing it with equal eyes. Everyone and everything is a mirror, a medicine lake for us. We can't run like mice from the reflection, we must love it all. It is a part of ourselves, and we a part of it. If we try to maintain our description of ourselves and the world, and if something comes along to threaten to change that slightly, we repel this thing. This is not harmony, and leads to sickness.

Looking in the mirror medicine lake once, the Warrior released his definition of the world. And before him he saw the multitude of the phantoms that were within "himself."

He saw them with equal eyes. The grotesque phantoms, and the beautiful phantoms were the same. We must be as that warrior, and repel none ofthe phantoms that are within the universe medicine wheel that is ourself. We must slay them with the golden sword of love, and free them

The Stalker is one who stalks himself.

He looks and listens deeply within himself so he can see, and hear the phantoms that are keeping him from really seeing, or hearing, or loving everyone else. Sometimes the whispering within him becomes very hard to hear. He might go to a quiet place- live alone like a hermit. Or he might withdraw within himself to be closer to the whispers, so that one day he might be nearer to the rest.

A stalker will one day become a warrior. A warrior must have no attachment....only Love.

Non- attachment is one thing a sorcerer derives his power from, if he is good. There are other ways, but they are for the Dark Ones.

If everyone must know

from where you come,

and where you go

show them now, with perfection

Remember Stalker, we are always Sun Dancing.

You're time is up, you'd better be on your way

Find Green Bear

was the last thing Stalker heard him say

White Eagle lit his pipe, he blew some blue smoke in Stalkers face

Like a feather in the wind, Stalker gently drifted up into space.

Rainbows started him spinning

so many questions in his head

The dream was past....almost forgotten

He was back at his cabin, back in his bed.

The fairies come to Stalker

The sun blasting a golden

lighting up the sky

He woke to hear the birds singing

as a ray of sun fell upon his eye.

He heard music, and singing

as he'd never heard before

Then he got out of bed

to answer the rapping on the door

A beautiful little fairy princess

right before him stood

He tried not to stare at her too hard

he did the best he could

Her innocent beauty, touched him so deep

Sparkling sky blue pools,

the twinkling in her eyes

A voice so sweet and gentle

one he knew could tell no lies

"Won't you come out and play,

and share with my friends

this very beautiful day."

Who might you be

pretty little one?

he said, thinking out loud to himself

You certainly are tiny, might you be an elf?

She giggled a little, shrugged he shoulders,

and lifted he little wings above her head.

She smiled, her eyes twinkled, she sang to Stalker

and this is what she said.

I am Light

I am Air

I'm the Wind

Without a care

She flew in the air

twirled around and around

Flew around Stalker landing

gently on the ground.

The Earth below

that touches my feet

The smiles on the faces

of the people I meet

The wind that blows the clouds up above

They are all me, said she

And we are all Love

You always sit inside alone, she said. The battle caries on. Yesterdays phantoms still haunt your soul. Outside the sky is so blue, the sun is so warm. The fairies are dancing and playing, the phantoms are an illusion. We take hands and dance around the mushroom. Man rushes by so quickly, he doesn't even see us. In the blink of an eye a fairy celebration takes place. Mans head is thick and heavy, full of never ending fairy tales. It weighs him down. The faster he goes, the slower he gets...time is wasted

And a fairy celebration.....singing....dancing, loving, eating, and drinking dew drop nectar. ...all in the blink of an eye. Your fairy tale phantoms pull you away from the joy of the dance.

Forget them now, come out and play.

It was so beautiful the way the fairies took Stalker in,

his face broke out in an ear to ear grin.

He thought to himself of the fairies happy way:

Floating Singing

Life is a beautiful dance

do it all for love, they say

Give it all away

And be it all.

We are only what we give away

Our bodies grow old, and die

Have we kissed this life,

or run through it like frightened mice

We leave nothing behind

but what we give away

Stalker sat down on a mushroom, because for some reason he was now very small, in fact he wondered if this could even be happening at all.

Down from the sky, coming through the trees,

floated the most beautiful butterfliy

it landed on one of his knees

It was really amazing, the butterfly began to sing

and this was her song

Sadly and for so long

in a lonely place,

where I didn't belong

The world freely flowing by,

but it wasn't seen....

people all about, rushing frantically to and fro

going somewhere they don't even know

In circles within boxes

Their love they're afraid to show

I was a cocoon on a branch,

hanging on a tree

when I could finally see out

I knew it wasn't me

Trapped inside as the world passed by

I became very sad, and began to cry

Then I looked out at my friends

and love filled my heart

and gradually my cocoon fell apart

Then on wings of love, flew the butterfly

out into the world, and up into the sky

The butterfly started to fly away,

But she still had one thing that she wanted to say,

Like fairies dancing on the air

the river flowing without a care

Autumn leaves floating down the stream

happy endings, to a beautiful dream

The laughter of friends

a song in my heart

We'll always be together

even when we're apart

Reds, blues, gold, and green

and every other color Stalker had ever seen

Her beautiful wings lifted her

gently into the air

Stalker tried to go after her

The fairy princess stopped him

before he got there

She whispered very quietly,

so only he could hear

She sat on his shoulder,

and whispered in his ear

The silent butterfly

at home in the sky

and worlds

but you can't catch her

no matter how hard you try

But once that butterfly was also captive in a silken prison, so keep heart

I think I see wings beginning to grow.

The fairies drink the dew drop nectar of Life

and sing their song

The silence is a fairies favorite song

and he finds when he sings it,

he can come to no wrong

She handed him an acorn cup, and filled it from a leaf on the tree

She said, help yourself, drink all you want, come along with us

won't you please follow me.

Led deep into the silent forest of love,

they made him gaze into a reflective pool so clear

He'd been held captive in a phantom prison, so long

in the reflection he saw, the Freedom brought fear

Ripples on the water, a feather fallen from a bird in the tree

Dissolving the reflection, and bringing Stalker back to his old reality

The fairy princess was gone

Stalker didn't really care

He'd forgotten all about her

as soon as she wasn't there

Fairies are that way sometimes.

Silver rivers winding down cobblestone paths, across flowers, leaves and stone-

Endless silken trails glistening in the sunlight...Patterns that set Stalkers mind free...

Snail trails........

He walked until dark, it started getting very cold

He huddled up in the base of a tree

that seemed to be very old

He thought of the phantom battles of that day

and became lost in another one

indulging in his usual way.

The phantoms still haunt,

a loneliness in a world full of people still prevails

The self that is an illusion carries on

The self that is true, cries for release

Where is the key, to open my heart, and set me free?

The lady of my love, lost in hazy visions past....the dream beyond I can't yet see. You are beyond my reach, but you are in my heart. She will only take me in the silence. Come to my side Fairy Queen. Tonight I am lost in the woods. Wrap your wings of love around my soul...Warm me, protect me with your golden light. If only you'd show me the light of day, I'd get back on the trail, and back on my way.

He sat there cold and shivering, he remembered the Fairy Queen, he'd met her once when he was very young, and was lost in the woods. She warmed him and showed him the way. Now this night, many years later he is again lost in the woods, something he has secretly waited for for so long. He could never forget the golden love of the Fairy Queen. Over the years his love grew, and ate at him from within...

A kindly old gypsy herb seller passed him by in his colorful painted wagon, and offered him shelter, warmth, and food. Stalker refused, he was waiting for Her. He was cold and alone,

alone with the whole world..

.

Suddenly the ground did shake

just as Stalkers heart was about to break

A rumbling voice, from the king of trees

He lifted his head up, off his knees

You seek refuge in others hearts, this is fine, spoke the tree

Seek it wherever you are, and with whoever you are with,

but build no castles in those hearts

or you'll be building your prison

There need not be an object to love

Love can be on it's own

If it be an object, or a person exclusively, it imprisons the heart. Love cannot be defined, or put in boxes. When this is done, the more you believe you are loving, the more you are actually imprisoning that person or thing, and yourself.....You are trying to build your house on the wind....and this can't be done.

All I've seen, said Stalker, has been my own broken dreams. I missed out on seeing the most beautiful golden dove flying past my window. I was too busy looking through my scrapbook. The next time she flies by I hope I might be free from the phantoms of the past, so that I might catch a little more than a glimpse of her. Filling my heart, with golden love, the soft gentle love of that beautiful dove.

There was a short silence

then the silence broke

by the voice of the old tree

as he spoke

You always keep trying

to escape all the lying

but so often in whirlpools you'll spin

Yesterdays joys and sadness,

create such a madness,

it seems that you just cannot win

Drowning in the ocean

you've lost all devotion

to those things you cannot see or hear

The ships that once saved you

really only betrayed you,

so now you are drowning in fear

Time tries to hold you, to all that they told you

but it really means nothing at all....

Stalker, Let it be as it is

This is not hers, this is not his

Keep nothing with your mind

imprison nothing with your desire

Let it be as it is, free from definition

Hold nothing in time

Love everything forever

Give it all away, then say good-by to your old self,

your old world

Flow with the wind........ ......leaves upon the breeze

I'm trapped and caged , said Stalker,

by yesterdays joys and sorrow.

But I hope to find my way back to the road,

first thing tomorrow.

I can see the viewpoint of the old wise man, hardened with age, but knowing exactly where to step in the bog, so as not to be sucked under by the quicksand. But I can't fully see the viewpoint of the child, who plays in the bog every day, with unicorns, fairies and nymphs....and never even worries about where he steps, because to him the bog, is a flowering field...

The tree again spoke, trying to shed some light

Into the darkness where Stalker, was lost that night.

The mire ahead, to cross beyond...the stepping stones fall from the silence.With your heart you must place them, as carefully as you can. You were lost in the midst of a dark mire, when along came friends with stepping stones to hand you. But for so many years you feared them, as evil creatures of the mire. You were wrong, they were lost there just like you, looking for the other side.

I see in your heart, the desire to be free

But your loneliness and pain, won't let that be

These pull you down, to be buried, deep in the mire

hear my words well,

fulfill this one desire.

Now I've said to you what I had to say,

I'm very pleased you decided that you wanted to stay

My little friend here will help you, back on your way

From deep within his branches flew the most beautiful bird,

it sang the most exquisite song, Stalker had ever heard

She said, come grab hold of my tail, I'll fly you back to the trail. And she did just that, in the blink of an eye.

Stalker was shaken, he pulled himself to his feet

It was the strangest bird, he could ever hope to meet

The birds eyes sparkled, he was going to speak,

You could tell by the way he was scratching his beak.

So much time has been spent inside a dream

I try to tell all who I love so

the worlds not as it might seem

To go on creating

would only be a lie

There's no purpose in it at all,

you might as well die

But death brings little change

as you wish so to believe

Now is your chance

the phantom prison you must leave

If you go on creating

inside of your mind

all it will keep telling you

is that you are one of a kind

But we really are all one

your separation is sin

Turn around on the road now,

it's not too late to begin

Your solid way of life seems so important, indeed

Leave it behind, only then will you be freed

If I say I desire nothing, but freedom, and to sing my song

Something inside you says this must be wrong

But your soul and your ego, are currently not the same

you keep listening to your ego

and keep playing the same old game...

The bird in the tree is singing

and he flies so free

He tells me he's my brother,

he says, "be like me"

He says he's fed by the land

he loves and he can fly

He sings from his love filled heart,

that the limit is the sky

and today he will be happy

because tomorrow he just might die

The brains they turn over,

so very very rushed

afraid that if they stopped

their world would be crushed

A bird doesn't think like this,

cluttering up his head,

why worry about meaningless things

when tomorrow you might be dead

Stalker wondered as he looked up at the bird

If he'd be wise to believe, everything he had just heard

then the bird continued:

Lines drawn in time, spaces in this rhyme,

My song of short spaced rhythm

has become my time and prison

We're all so sure about the rhythm of our song

We don't even consider that we could possibly be wrong

We're caught up in its beat

and burning in its heat

But there's a song in your heart

it doesn't stop, and has no start

It sings that your phantoms song

isn't really there

You hear this, and you know it's truth

but your ego refuses to care

And as you escape back into the beat of things

it seems your heart no longer sings

The song of the phantoms

and the song in your heart

seem to be tearing Stalker apart

You must choose one

or the song of the two

The song of them together,

is what you must do

You must listen to the two,

and not seek reward

the answer to it all

lies within a single chord

Indulging in pain brought about by change, Stalker, is a very worthless thing. It is from changes that come the most profitable lessons in life. Unfortunately it seems sometimes your mind considers change, or dis-continuity, as pain....because our phantoms fear change...it threatens their existence. Right now the changes are coming to you fast. Your phantoms scream and say, "Stop this constant bombardment, you're killing us," and your heart answers, "Right On....Exactly."

It doesn't really matter

just what is being said

or what kind of nonsense

runs around inside my head

My gift to you, is the song in my heart

You can keep it always ... even when we're apart

The bird flew off into the early morning sky

Stalker felt very different

he wasn't sure just why

He thought to himself, as he walked down the road, he felt that he'd left behind a heavy load.

The ocean that all life is, is here, everywhere.

I feel it moving in everything around me. The walls that are the barriers melt before my eyes, and the ocean roars inside my head. I dream very often of being drowned, battered by the waves. In my days way I can stop and see them moving about me, but I still have a great fear I don't understand. I fear I have swum to a place where the ocean currents are strong, and on that place I have built my stone house. So is this the fear...the house to crumble, to once again flow in the ocean.

The trees and the sky

the wind and the rain

Ebb and flow in the ocean

Happiness and pain

"his house is further out than ours,

he must be insane."

We must all flow together

only in the quiet of mind

will we again discover

we are as one - of a kind

As the waves splashed against me

the energy went to my mind

Foolish and separate it says

"I'm one of a kind."

So how then could I flow

Peace wherever you are it should be

everything else you create, can't you see

Maybe "they," create an instance

for you to react

but in the light of your soul

you can tell fiction from fact

So don't be fooled by all the roadblocks you see

They'll try to stop you on your journey to the Sun

Just like they try to stop me

You must flow in the ocean

then when you return

you'll find the truth of the waves

only then can you learn.

I stop along my way

to go in someones head

I try to find my way out of

everything that's been said

For them I go behind closed doors

searching for the key

I'm their reflection in a mirror

is this why they fear me

A spot on the map, they say

"This is where you stand,"

I say no, we're gypsy wizards, and this is a free land

Points ever turning, revolving stars in space

I can no longer feel obligated to stay in one single place

I'll just keep on moving

eye focused on the sun,

knowing all along the way

........The journey has just begun........

On the road, fears and games in the past

Sad lonely stories, that could never ever last

floating along, like a mockingbirds song

Floating gently through the air

Sometimes the trail becomes hard to follow, broken dreams snag upon our clothing.

But ahead is a clearing, we can see a beam of light.

What do I seek, he thought to himself

Riches, fame and fortune

what a laugh

Golden rays of warmth reach down through the trees. The stream whispers old dead stories. I reach for the sun...I breath in the vision...I breath out my love

There is much burden yet upon my shoulders. I placed it there, and I must carry it.

I seek freedom, the Light, the Fairy Queen, but will I pay the price..Giving myself up to the light, to love.

Like the kiss of a butterfly

the touch on his hand

It was the little fairy princess

he'd met once before,

in a far away land.......

.....that was his home.

The reflective pools, mirrors in her eyes

The wind whispered stories

he wanted to believe they were all lies

Fears in the reflection

dreams not coming true

Old stories without endings

and the memory of all he knew

Won't you give me your burden

the fairy princess said

She spoke the words so sweetly,

spinning light within his head

But he still refused to give it all away,

after all it had been with him, for very many a day

She said,

Let me hear your words of sorrow

I will give you words of joy

Can't you see there is no tomorrow

Don't let your life

be the phantoms toy

Don't be a dreamer, can't you see the reason

Love's not a leaf, that turns with the season

Life is not to be lived, to fill your minds desire

come now with me, and crawl from the mire

The Fairy Queen wants you, by her side

She says from your love and freedom

you can no longer hide

Climb with me, on this unicorns back

we're going for a ride

The child of ten thousand years

helped him push aside the fears

and showed him how to shift the gears,

on the highway of sad games

Soon they came to a meadow, at the end of the trail

The fairy princess slid down the unicorns back, swinging from it's tail

The rest of Stalkers burden,

fell down to the ground

Landing in the clover,

it didn't even make a sound

His heart exploded when he saw her

The whole world was new

He had no thoughts, nothing to say

The fairy princess told him what to do

Watch the Fairy Queen

dance and play

Sparkling Sunbeams

through the day

Lighting the darkness

along the way

He slid off the unicorns back, next to the princess, standing by an old tree

He started to run towards the Fairy Queen, the princess grabbed him by the knee...She said,

It's not wise to rush your fate,

Let her finish the dance, if you think you can wait

Her dance makes the flowers grow,

it makes the birds sing

Please be patient Stalker, she said,

touching him with her wing

Stalker was empty

he was also filled.

words poured from his heart

She's the flower in my field

island in my stormy sea,

sun shining in a sea of darkness

Sun shining in the sea of me

The Queen finished dancing

the princess left with a song

Stalker knew he was finally home

Back to where he'd always belong

Gently floating upon the water

a wind blown leaf

Autumn colors of such beauty

almost beyond belief

Dew drop diamonds

sparkling on the trees

Falling all around us

set free by the breeze

Cool emerald carpet of moss

covering the ground

We sat amidst the mushrooms

just looking all around

Smiles from the skies

the gleam in her eyes

Golden shimmers from her hair.

The voice moves me like the waves

When she spoke it was like a song

he heard it in his heart

She gave him the golden sword,

and he cut the phantoms all apart

"Her golden hair pulling me in

swimming in her eyes

She took me as part of herself,

upon fairy wings we fly

All through all the worlds,

and up into the sky

Queen Fairy, my love, and I."

The end

But there's more...

The Warrior and The Child of God

The warrior has no fear

he is no longer prey

to the emotional web

The spider whose web is the strings,

to the puppets,

to those who fall prey

The Child of God in the heart of the warrior

the silent child who judges nothing,

but touches all things, lovingly and gently.

The child's touch is love

The warrior must keep the child's touch

The child of God, whose thoughts are the gentle summer breeze, or the ringing of a church bell, the crickets chirps, people talking, singing, laughing and crying. The smell of flowers in spring, and the buzzing of the bees collecting honey. He has no time for thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow... now is too good to miss.

The warrior must battle the spider with its emotional web.

The spider has many tricks to lure us into its web....but "pleasure and pain" are its favorites. Whirlpools in the web, pulling us in.

When the warrior can learn to love the spider, and touch it with the touch of the child of God; the warm healing touch of love...the web will burn away, from the heat of the love. The spider might become the warriors pet, or he might set him free all together....

Then the warrior will stand free in the world.....A child of God.

Once Upon a Lost Forever

an archetype vision

Once upon a lost forever flew a lost thought of reality searching for a place to become. Across vast expanses of space it tried to become, but everywhere it tried to become it wouldn't fit. Each place it tried to become it left a hole that had to be filled. As he looked back at the spot as he left it he found that in the hole appeared something that looked much like him. Then in turn he would see

his creations flying about looking for places to become, and he saw the holes that they left fill in with something that looked much like their "creators," only slightly less advanced. He flew on and on trying to become, but after some time became obsessed in watching his creations, and their creations and their creations and so on...He watched from "above" because of course he was far

superior to all he had created. He looked down in awe and ideas began to come to him..Ideas of power...of greatness.. an ego was born. He had now forgotten his search for a place to become because he had accepted, because of his newly created ego, that where he was now, was the place he had been searching for. "He was now the "Master. "Much time went by and the Master grew

very bored with his "treasures. But in the mean time they had grouped together and were plotting amongst themselves. Rivalry amongst his children thoughts brought many changes ,and the "Master" tried to back away as he had before and fly on, the problem was he seemed to be stuck on

what was going on. He watched "conflicts" and helped the ones he believed were right. His "children thoughts" power grew and built and the master was overcome. He disappeared into what was happening with everything and sometimes seemed to be helping from afar. The rivalry amongst that which he had created, grew worse until one day they created an idea strong enough to

destroy them all....and shortly thereafter proceeded in doing so. Once upon a lost forever flew a lost thought of reality searching for a place to become....

The same story repeated again and again, but each time the Lost Thought seemed to remember a small piece of his experience from the time before, and eventually built a wise knowledge upon it. This knowledge, after many eternity's began to be felt by the "created'' ,but they would stop at nothing to see to it that the Knowledge didn't seep out. Upon being re-created so many times over they had forgotten what they originally were, and lived seemingly perfect in their created worlds. As knowledge began to come through a light began to shine, and the lost thought that was searching to become realized it was more than a thought. It heard in a whispering, the word Love...but disregarded it as he did now with all that was created, and he flew on searching. As she lived to know more the light shone more brightly until it was so bright that the lost thought could no longer see himself, only the Light. He was of course startled at first, but then discarded the emotion.

It was then that it realized that it, as a thought-form, had been truly lost...then it forgot itself.

The Painter was Time

The painter of the picture was quite insane when he painted you into a very strange place. It was insane, but you didn't know what sane was, so you believed you fit perfectly. The painter was of course very careful that he didn't paint the picture so fast that you might remember being painted. You worked through time into truly believing in the reality of everything else in the painting you were in. One day you had taken in and accepted everything in the painting as far as you could have mis- accepted it, when a glimpse outside of the painting came. You became very frightened and threw yourself back, deep into the painting. Then you decided that everything outside of your perfectly painted reality was insane, or not real....to be feared. Of course you refused to accept any little particle of truth that came to you and tried to meet with you from out of the "insane" realm. One day a passer by in the Great Hall of paintings saw you and your predicament, and when you went to sleep that night he came to you and told you about the real world, outside of your painting. Because you were asleep and not indulging in the false pleasures and pains of your old world, you heard a piece of what he was saying. He came to you every night for many years. One day you woke up and saw outside of the painting you had been locked inside. Time passed and you came to look out and understand. And time came when fear vanished, and you loved again. And finally you completely forgot about the painting you had once been held prisoner in, and you rested outside, in bliss.

One day along your way you passed by a painting in that Hall, and you saw people painted into a predicament. And so that night when they went to sleep you went to them and showed them a piece of the real world. Then you walked down the Hall and saw the painting you were once painted into, and you laughed. To you the Hall was a sad place, a zoo of lifes.

Desire for Material Things

" I want this, and I want that."

" I need this, and I need that."

People live there lives for their desire

of material things

They find their happiness

with what money brings

I desire nothing more

than the desire to know

all my soul offers

to make my love grow

Why can't they see

what I'm trying to show

That you may own this thing

and have bought all that too

the material things, really own you

Freedom can only be found

when we drop all our ties

All our prideful possessions

are nothing but lies

The Old Man and the Rose

He loves them all so much

they are all so beautiful

and yet they fight amongst themselves

Why can't they see?...

Everything about them is beautiful

He cries when he sees the old man, seeing nothing but the ground,

Lonely, full of sadness

what can he do to help?

There are so many lonely sad people, all around, who need love. But he is afraid to walk up to the old man, and tell him. He's afraid to tell them. And then he looks in the mirror and sees a lonely old man, who has locked himself away from that beautiful world. How can he give when he's locked himself away. What ever happened? He reflects back to his childhood, when it was all new and beautiful, and even when they told him it wasn't, he still knew. But then he grew older, and one day was given a rose.....the most beautiful rose he had ever seen. He loved the rose so much, so much in fact that the rest of the world faded before his eyes, and all he could see was the rose. But every time he reached out to touch the beautiful rose, a thorn would prick his finger. He spent many years reaching out to the rose he loved so much, but the only thing the rose gave him was pain. The world outside faded, as all he saw was the rose....and the rose was painful to see. Then one day, just as the rose was given to him, it was taken away. He was alone, and the world was dark. He was so afraid to walk in the garden again, to see the beautiful flowers....he remembered too well the pain.

So the old man walks, with his head down....nothing else around....alone.

We can't criticize those we don't understand, they've simply walked over different land.

They may be lonely and sad,

or "hostile" and "cruel"

But whatever they do

they don't really do to you

So we must just keep on loving

You know it's all they need

The most beautiful flower in the garden,

had to be planted from a seed.

Within every microcosmic relationship

is a macrocosmic analogy

Impeccability in microcosmic relationships

leads to realization of

the Macrocosmic Analogy

When Love becomes emotion

we lose our high vantage point

And can no longer see clearly

This is when " Love is blind"