Sananda Maitreya ...

Wonderlings of existence, I send these dictums out to you, I hope they are not too flaccid!

I nominate the Rolling Stones 'GET YOUR YA YA'S OUT' as a sacred document.
It's incendiary and evidence that before computers cut its balls off, Rock was a fertile
and mighty beast.

The Eagle's eye is always on the prize,
Even when his eyes are closed

To fellow musicians: there is a book I have enjoyed for quite a while called 'ZEN GUITAR'
By Philip Toshio Sudo, published by Simon and Shuster. You'll enjoy its basic reminders
Of the spirit of being a musician of any instrument, and it is full of inspiration.
Find it, it's worth it!

What we chase we push away
Be like Milke and let the game
come to you

we seem to resent most the things which keep us awake

temptation is our animation

suppressing the flow of love always leads to pain

the fear of having less, generates less.

I am moved by the Pope's example, to the very end he is doing the work,
Following out his commitment. I am moved to see that this is Grace in Action.

Lovers need to love
Or they die lonely
And abused
So many lovers
Are asked for
So few are wanted
or used

the vinyards of sour grapes breeds whiners

one man's angel is another man's beast

one man's God is another man's crucifixion

constructive use of anger keeps one sharp and focused
destructive use of anger keeps one frustrated and dissipates
creative energy.

Keith Richards first solo Cd 'TALK IS CHEAP' is awesome!
I dare you to listen to 'TAKE IT SO HARD' and not be moved by its
Genius and exuberance, and yet not feel cheated out of a late Stones

Rest in Peace Mr Johnny Cash and thank you for your cool songs and your integrity.
My favourite man in black.

….Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard are still with us on this side of the hill, and they are also the real deal.

Odds mean nothing if you trust your luck

In trying to serve a lesser image,
You leave a greater ghost

Love breeds consideration
Expectation breeds resentment

Love humbles but does not humiliate

One of my favourite records of the last decade is a CD by The Digable Planets 'BLOWOUT COMB'. If you like literate, uplifting, sensual and funky music, this cd
Will scratch your itch.


Spitting tulips
Trapped in time
Blanket on a picnic dancing
Meanderthals in corporate drab
Are chasing skirts
As they are panting
And shifting the accounts
Into smaller
(And smaller)
until your check,
and its perspective
weigh less than
an ounce!


separate her from her hair
and all you'll find are split dreams
she's in two minds about her heart
and the arrows that have ripped its seams
there are pigeons who dream of eagles
yet don't begrudge the crumbs of man
but she is angry with herself
for all the feathers
out of season
in her hand


once I sneaked into a parade
peacock bright but uninvited
I carried a sign that served
as shade, it read:
executive columns triangulate
that an exasperated loser tried it
I may have struggled,
but I shrugged and led
poised to collect
my arm was bled
and with loopholes amended
David was giant in his own deck
though the halls were wet
when his reign had ended
limelight squeezed into the eye
make thought like
gurgling bubbles dwindle

I threw a dove into the sky
it came back bruised and swindled
with Wilsons
who had lost their will
and Mendelssohns
that must be mendeled


Light always has the least distance to travel


the grapes of wrath
shed their vines
before the leaves
can become valentines
and before surprise has taken root
it drops cracked raisins as its fruit
that blacken the smile like teeth from boot
and steals calico
from the dresses of carolines
it deducts in taxes what it pays in fines
with wine soaked,
blood stained loot
a tailor's chalk mark underlines:
when you cut the cloth
to fit the crime,
the form
will follow


Whatever road you travel
Though suspect, love the traveller
A rope, composed of knotted hope
Soon pulls up its unraveller


Let fresh paragraphs into your mind
To scatter your old chickens
And don't forget from time to time
To let Charles handle your Dickens!


if Krishna had no intuition
beasts would flail beyond their hides
and gravity would lose the scale
that weights the keys
beneath the tides
so love will never fail
I once heard Tupac in a dream
Say that Lies are dice
that singes fresh holes
In paradise
And scatters all the cream
That clot like cotton,
Soon for sale
And attacked
By things unclean
Bucks are bouncing through the snow!
Their antlers picnic through the flakes
That blanket all but chimney tops
And the breath they fail to take.
Some birds have no ambition
Wave riders some who float the air
Others see flying as a dare
And hug the gravel
With doubt
I'm the bird who's gone fishin'
For sunken pirates,
Mermaids, sanity
and trout


I can only fall asleep
Dreaming of lost sheep
Their dark wool hides
The stripes they keep
Their underbelly raw and tender
The milk is strong
And bittersweet
But honey to the blender
I once ignored their
Mournful bleats
Now I return to sender


your Maitreya