Poetry

There is secret in my empty center,Undulating waves of pleasureLike a frozen seed in winter,Dreaming of the blazing summer.Nothing is the endless measurePouring forth a rushing river,Calling out within forever,Sacred jewel upon the treasure,Bird in flight without a feather,Magic word without a letterWhispered when we are together.My surface is the edge of never,There is a secret in my empty center. Copyright 2019 Jeffrey Armstrong All Rights Reserved

There is a well from which we must drink,In a place hidden, in which we do not think,Wherein a water lies that is so pure,Its eternal taste alone will endure.A drink Divine, a nectar, a sacred wine,A heavenly cordial, a flavor so fine,Steeped in the deep caldron within,This tea is an ancient medicineTo cure the heart, to free the soul,From the bitterness of life, to consoleThe sadness and spread the...

In the undulation, Shaking, turning, ululation,Unveiling quintessential point, Anguish of anticipation,Endless energetic vacuum, Lonely cosmic waiting room,Yearning for creative flux,Externalized interiorPacing between molecules,Non-dual reality dividesA thrusting will to be,A love enclosed eternity,Uni-versus, one turning,Wetting, drying, burning,The vibrating stillness, Sings itself to things,Dreams a sleeping wake, Creation by the numbers,Counting backward to infinity. Copyright 2019 Jeffrey Armstrong All Rights Reserved

Break me open darling,I am not afraid of cracking,I am the egg of our love,Take what I am lackingAnd break me open to the day,Spill me out unto the ground,Like a fragrant field in summertime,Die with me and we will soundThe noiseless dolphin deeps,Fly brazen patterns of winged love,Crash like waves on black sand beachesAnd lie huddled in a hidden cave.Embrace in the chamber solstice eve,On the pyramid peak, rebirthAnd...