A Cloudy Day of Ecstatic Poetry in Sequoia Park

Poems, Waterfalls, and
Granite Slabs:
A Cloudy Day of Ecstatic
Poetry In Sequoia Park With
Santoshaand Prem Tantra

March 4, 2025

Winter has returned
The river crashes and flows
But reflects brown like the
Dark clouds above
I am sitting on a cold slab of granite
Writing these words
The beauty here is a treasure
Like my Beloved’s wide openheart
Anther day/moment in this paradise
The place I call “Our love”

Love sits next to me
Like a burnt orange flame.
My mind longs to go on
A fast of just your name
Santoshama, Santoshama
Hits my lips like sweet sugar cane

You are my best friend
that steadies my heart
In the location of who you
are.
With the strength of your
love,
Victory is assured.
You are my best friend,,
Steady as a rock, sweet as the
spring blossoms.
My heart resides in our love.
A love grounded in our
friendship,
But as strong as the flowing
spring river.
Its current carries me home,
To where I am as you are

The air breathes cold
The trees sprout their new
leaves
The big boulders sit in the front We are all in this together
yard of the mountains that Arising in the unifying field
Are wearing a wig of misty cloud Of light/heart
and snow You are here with me now
I am sitting on a rock listening to Always
The rivers thunderous sounding This is the moment
flow I see your form
I take it all in As everything

All experience is experience
Of this
As you Are
As I am

My Heart bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Singing the song of I am
I am
the one who stands prior
I am
not the body-mind and all its unfun
I am
the Love that breathes us all
I am
the One who breaks free
I am
the one beyond
I stand
in the love for you my Beloved
always and forever
beyond the dreams of life and death
past the sun and glowing stars
in the place where you call home

My head is turned towards the sun
Warming and lighting up my form
If I wasn’t writing about it
I would take a picture
And be revealed in the creative moment
To be revealed in the creative act!
That is my life’s work and play
The sun shines to reveal the
Form of everything that is
Is there anything happier than the act of shining?