MISCELLANEOUS

intimacy within; a secret romance

"the mystic mythos of life has become lost in ethics;
religion has lost its mythic dimension and given way
to an exclusively ethical view; until the world view of
the three levels of the bible has no meaning for us, no
use whatsoever to us; what we need is poets; seers
who can bring the experience of the transcendental
down into physical terms."

joseph campbell
(paraphrased)
SUKHAVATI
A MYTHIC JOURNEY

perfection

there will never be physical perfection
what i have
here
its
the closest you can get

not in ignorance nor
within egotistical limits
can you comprehend
the gifts of spirit

not when you disrespect
not when you cause distress
not when you excuse misdirected agressiveness
can you understand

only when you give in to it
give the needed love
food of the soul
shelter of the spirit

only when you accept us all
take nothing from it
take no strength away, nor opportunity from us
our gateway of growth
the door of higher perception

this is all
one
thing

the huge process that leads
to fulfillment in the nothingness
that is
perfection

dmt entity

omni

i claim to trust you
because i want to

i claim there must be a reason
because i know

i claim to know
because i met you

today i am reminded of that in you
which is so familiar it deceives me
of your being otherworldliness

your blue hand's caress,
and fluttering butterflies
in my tummy, lovely

the strength revived
in my worried mind;
its a flaw
that brought
me near
this time

denizens of the invisible landscape;
use this crazy unpaid labour to live
stay free

you have made the connection
often reclaimed me
its your space
its indigenous
aboriginal
alien~familiar

its yours
many levels of humanity
and those unformed elves with infinite shapes

communicating something
in intimacy
languages no one can read
enlightened feelings and complex visuals
the patterns of religion

look, we're in the belly of the snake

braj... spirituality overshot; mysticism... braj!

self convinced love probing rhythm song image God

the living cushion, living in spirit
throne angels you know

hear us singing through you

laughing from within the child's cry
the sinister faces you imagine
the smiling you cannot resist
my fangs present themselves as your protector
the ever longing love you cannot deny

nature speaks her transcendent message clear
you are the psychedelic chemistry of biology

meditation begins not
nor ever ceases
for you seer

insects hit the water
wind brushes leaves
nothing disgusting in your hair
enjoy your nectar
drink your beer (?)
your joy outlives your fear
the light of life is your wife
you never lost her
she only strays away
not fades

lord Shiva prays
for her stay in Sri Gurudeva's grace
...

it is me

it is me, it is you
the one
self controlled
the unity sun amid infinity stars
the son of love
the uncontrollable
wild rebel
fullness of the fool
crazy wise
intoxicated
giving love unappreciated
which communes with nature's good
gods, spirits, elves all nod
angels, things unknown sing
the insect voice is technology
inside me i know myself
the one speaking is no one else
the poem's progress of the soul
God knows his song
it was always right
because nothing's wrong
it hurts, it heals
its balanced feels
the words stay well
and know themselves

the untellable

one awareness

i share
you hear, nothing clear
but feel
redeemed from fear
there is no hell

your mind
your thoughts
their blatant course
at worst, you are your own combatant force

so please
put down your evil ways
take to peace; see her face
the love you have desired
don't hate the one you admire

its an empty self
everyone has no enemy now
the one, the one, the one
and i can't fulfill myself

we'll caravan as individuals
until the dream's fulfilled
and dissolves all traces of vanity
in its painless eternity

live again (and again)

did you ever feel you had no friend
everything good was just your imagination
when you were broken
the pieces were crushed again
no one cared but even
caused the puzzle not to fit
and when you sought one
there was nothing left to fix
cause you were wrong
but never could admit
or knew the truth
and no one listened
no matter how hard you tried
to show, speak, and spread it
did you ever feel
you had no where to go
all the people seemed
to sacrifice their souls
and the money you need to live
is used for trash to worship
and books and things
are lies i can never forgive
did you ever feel this way yet
i still feel this way
and yet i feel it all over again

its okay though
the art i know
it shows that i'll grow
i'm sure i've shown my intent
if no one witnesses
its my energy spent
a man before his time
is only every now and then
whats more; he'll never die
his is immortality in eternal time
don't watch me now
i'm not wrong
its you who kills my song
there's nothing soft about you
hard as pain and nails
i only pray now
that just maybe i'll still be strong enough
to embrace you all
to embrace me

more poetry:
O.M. I
O.M. III

SOULFORMS
BRAHMI'S EYE
BEAUTY OF LIFE
THE WEBSITE WHICH DEFINES THE VISION OF THE ARTIST: BRIAN C BAKER AS REVEALED TO
HIM OVER A DECADE. WELCOME TO THE VIRTUAL BRAJ ART TEMPLE! (BRAJA HEART TEMPLE)!
ART AS A MEANS FOR COMMUNICATING THE TRANS~PERSONAL VOICE OF SPIRIT. AND THE
PROPOSED HOME FOR THE EVOLVING SOULFORMS VISION OF A COMMUNITY OF SPIRITUAL
CREATIVITY. AN EARTHLY HOME FOR THE VISIONARY SPECTACLE AND ORATRIX~MATRIKA
OF REALMS BEYOND THE HUMAN PSYCHE. OTHERWORLDLY FAMILIARITY WITH THE SELF OF
ALL LIFE EXPOSED FOR THE BENEFIT OF TRUTH SEEKERS; MIRROR OF A CURIOUS
CARAVANSERAI. PROOF OF THE REALITY OF IMAGINATION; THE HALLUCINATI COVENANT, A
SURREAL BOOK.

the soulform is like being see~through and yet having a definite shape
like being the color of the sky with suns for eyes and clouds for hair
veiled with the rainbow mists and rays of light
one could take it literally or as a metaphor
as we need pure air and unpolluted water for human survival
we need pure love and divine essence for the survival of our souls

the highest spiritual techniques involve the simplest understandings
complete faith in the mystical reality of imagination
the relationship of the soul to God is feminine
the experience of hell frightens us away
into the existence of heaven
submissive to the compassionate one
whose beauty is true and full of grace
giving life all meaning
making us long to be with him

remembering his sweet face speaking unfathomable words
our suffering seems thus caused by forgetfulness
can you see his lovely brides
whom call us home to feel alive

COVENANT OF VISU-A-L ENLIGHTENMENT

MATRIKA

THE
ORATRIX

MATRIKA

THE
ORATRIX

more poetry ;
right collum

ORATRIX~MATRIKA:
A TRANSPERSONAL TRANSMISSION
OF METAPHYSICAL WORD~IMAGES

II: