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“we have lift-off”

Posted in jason elijah's poems, Jean Houston with tags on June 8, 2014 by jason elijah

I recently met the most amazing lady, and she inspired these words. Thank you, Jean.

I can feel the light and the wind
moving across bare skin…
and deep inside, a storm is born
of fire and the breath of life
carrying me to the top of a mountain
to see the world that we are in
reshaping all my dreams –
it’s time to begin again

in the end

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , on March 8, 2012 by jason elijah

in the end
the soul appears
before a world
perfectly clear
with eyes that see
and ears that hear
a thousand angels
drawing near
their joyous laughter
fills the sky
we are “us”
no longer “I”
and to the heavens
all ascend
a new beginning
in the end

spilling seeds

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , on August 16, 2011 by jason elijah

did you forget his name
already they all
become the same
why even learn
if it’s such a struggle
not to burn
why even turn
when the same way
is just too easy
so keep going
is it personal treason
to keep blowing
for no other reason
than to take the seeds
and hold them dear
as no one holds
the ones already here

words like rain

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , on July 19, 2011 by jason elijah

tearing through me
are words
I can’t even hear
or see coming
holding out hands to
take me down
to take us all
around the town
don’t look
in a certain book
to see if this is real
look inside yourself and feel
the earth reach
with arms up to the sky
the wind knows
every word is a lie
to live you must die
to smile you must cry
but words only sound like rain
coming and going
down the drain

bleeding / black holes

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , on July 10, 2011 by jason elijah


what have you got to show
for it
for yourself
if anything
why show it
why bleed for anyone

halfway there
and stopping
too soon
you fool
just keep going
just be there

“black holes”

those holes
black holes
never know
when you go there
who is calling to me
who is being me
am I even myself
selfless or selfishly
seeing all things
as myself
through eyes
becoming black holes

the feel box

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , on July 8, 2011 by jason elijah

is it real only to you
is reality
a thing we choose
or sit right down
beside the snake
sit down and just
just wait
for the turning tune
the next phase
of the moon
is it really too soon
to show
to be
to know
to see
a change in me
all these strange things
holding on
down so many wells
just wonder if I
can really tell
if it’s real
if we’re healing
completely feeling

both sides are

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , , on June 19, 2011 by jason elijah

it freaked
me out
spraying like
we sat
no, not
and learning
the curse of
of course
so easy to tell
there is no Heaven
without a Hell

The Underworld

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , , on June 1, 2011 by jason elijah

The Underworld
the sunless world of the Dead
is truly the deep sleep
in the blinking eye
on the line between
the land and the sky

The Underworld
deep in the earth
we are the seed
spread in the dirt
yes, death is like sex
maybe this I can see
I always return
to the place I can be
and I always can be

the Earth is Mother
there is no other
The Fire of the Sun
is the Paternal one
the stars and galaxies
extended families
through so many lenses
I begin to see
that I am you
and you are me

Naming the Underworld
“Heaven” or “Hell”
is a trick of duality
unholy in itself
in every day
the Spirit does say
that I am always here
in some sort of way

The Underworld
is not a place to fear
even night becomes day
every nightmare goes away
every dream will find its way
every voice will have its say
all the storms will fade
all the eyes that close will open
lies will disappear
even fear
and lo! Behold!
All the People will see
In the Underworld I realize
I Am Everybody
and truly hear
I Am always Here

always alright

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , , on May 29, 2011 by jason elijah

you already know
almost all I can say
you already follow
the way
streets lined with light
and a feeling
that’s true
that everything’s
you already know
how to play
it’s the same thing
as to pray
close your eyes
and night
becomes day
you know everything
is okay

like a sword

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , on May 29, 2011 by jason elijah

It always comes around
the question
in form of sound
when truly said it’s found
in the air
in the head
in the ground
who are you
who am I
the mirror becomes the eye
and the word
it’s absurd
haven’t you heard
the truth can’t exist
without lies


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