Zo's Poems

There are many great wonders on this Earth. There is the great Popol Vuh and the ancient Tibet, they are enigma's like the the thunderstorms in the wilderness. The four great white and blue winged winds bring songs for the inner child, and gifts from the Angels for your child.

Lost in meditation, are the Mother's of the world, for they have heard the music of the Heavens. They have seen Heaven in the mirror. They have found their song of sanctus in their meditations for our Souls. Tranquility is the city of Golden joy, like the Spirit of Shangri La. Tranquility is a canyon trilogy and a revelation. For the songs and the voices of the four winds are the colours and the harmonization of breathing and dreaming on this lovely blue green world.

The Acapulco moon sits with Father in the sky and the awesome living reflections on our lakes with Mother Earth.

The Anasazi geodesium was a sanctuary and so to the dream song called Little Wolf. The myth Zo has come out of the woods and first came as a Stone, then a Feather, and then he climbed a mountain and became a great Eagle light, with ancient eyes of mystic sight.

The great China and the Little Buddha, this whole world is a beautiful garden. Forever this will be Heaven on Earth. ''it'' is not an enigma anymore. See for yourself in the wake of the electric wind. Have a brave Heart, but be tranquil and you'll have an enchanted evening dancing with Wolves, for they too are a Sacred Spirit, this is Zen. With this migration to the Zen, comes ancestral voices and celestial crackling ocean sounds. You will hear Pans pipes, and somewhere Celtic song and children's laughter. The Heart of the Gaels. The Orinico flow, the Cymric reverie and the Faerie Elf concert. Tapestries and the harp..... what a voyage.

The Ash Ra Temple is a place to dream of mystic Sea's, green leaves and trees, this is the New World, a New Age for all.

I love Tibet and Gyuto Monks, for they are my brothers, and so too the ones that sit in the long house and the small house, the straw house and the mud house, the big house and the Castle... all this is Gods house. We are all Chakra artists, our darlings too. Our colours are a sacred road, a river to the Sea. I heard this in the echo's of the Arauaq. Our Souls are immortal, and the Twelve Divinities are also Native wisdom, peaceful reflections and Sacred places. This is my Tudor, my thews. This came through the call of the valley and the silk road of cosmic meditation. This is a place to enter the circle of Angels and the Temple of eternal Love... be rich or poor.

Throughout phases of the moon, the Sutra spins and the Pandit sings of China's menu's, the garden of dreams.

The music of Khan and back to the Celt. No longer a mystery.... but a Dolphin dance, a Universal solar fin.

These are notes from the Tree of Life and out of this Tree came an Eagle.... and this Eagle has landed.

Satori and Agnus Dei, and voices from the sky, and the Amazon and the Spirit of the Tao, and the notes from the Chinese bamboo and the Dhama Suna..... this is wisdom and enjoyment.

The inspirational Sweden of Asgard where we dance and sing like Songbirds at sunrise.

Popul Vuh..... Erlizopol. This is a Spiritual environment, a Shamanic astral dream, a Bluemantis desire. Shadow FAX our Father in your raindreaming, this stairway to a Rain Dance will bring us nutrition and Life. This will bring us the Angel and the Light.. and Gods embrace.

The Earth wants peace, for want within the Family is okay. The last Emperor is far away now, singing songs of distant Earth and wishing for Atlantis. 'Tis a beautiful world, indigo the celestine colour, Machu Picchu the tallest birth, here the flowers of our Earth. Be one tribe, save yourself, save all.

This is the song of a Shareeon standing in Her garden. This is a Zen garden, this is every garden you can think of..... all in one.

A traveller in time and Prayer, a journey for you and Her, a mystic sphere, a Russian clear. This is my pondered dreams, a Crystal Staff flare.

I have entered..... The Great English Dragon and Griffin into my dream and the glen land Dragon has cleansed my Griffith intestine. The land gauge of our bodies, the in glands and the en glands and the language so full of wonder. This clean song has given me Universal esteem.

A house of glass shall come to pass.
In merry England, but alas'
War will follow, with the work;
In the land of the bloody Turk.
And state and state, in fierce strife;
Shall struggle for each others life.
Carriages without Horses shall go,
and accidents, fill the world with woe.
In London, Primrose Hall shall be,
and the center of a Bishop's see.
Around the world, thoughts shall fly.
In the twinkling of an eye.
Through the hills, men shall ride;
And neither Horse, or Ass bestride.
Under the water men shall walk,
shall ride, shall sleep, shall also talk.
Iron in the water shall float,
as easily as a wooden boat.
Gold shall be found and shown.
In a land that's now unknown.
Fire and water shall wonders do,
and England shall admit a Jew.
Three times three shall lovely France,
be led to dance a bloody dance.
Before her people shall be free;
three tyrant rulers shall she see.
Each springing from a different dynasty.
And when the last great fight is won,
England and France will be as one.
And now a word in uncouth rhyme;
of what shall be in later time.
In those wonderful far off days;
women shall get a strange new craze.
To dress like men and breeches wear,
and cut off their beautiful locks of hair;
and ride astride with brazen brow,
as witches do on broomsticks now.
Then love shall die, and marriage cease,
and babes and suckling so decrease.
That wives shall fondle cats and dogs,
and men live much the same as hogs.
In eighteen hundred and ninety six,
build your house of rotten sticks.
For then shall mighty wars be planned,
and fire and sword sweep through the land.
And those that live the century thro'
in fear and trembling they will go.
Fly to the mountains and to the glens,
to bogs and forest and wild dens.
For tempests will rage, and oceans roar,
and Gabriel stands on sea and shore;
and as he toots his wondrous horn.
Old world shall die and new be born.
In the air men shall be seen,
in white, in black and also green.
How strange but yet it shall be true.
The world upside down shall be,
And gold shall be found, at the roots of a tree.
When pictures look alive and movement free.
When ships like fishes swim below the sea.
When men outstripping birds can scour the sky.
Half the world deep drenched in blood shall die.

A bird has no shelter and no food reservoir, yet in the chill of a summer morning, the first thing bird does is sing with joy. For you see, a bird believes, bird never dies. And then when bird does die, the little soul continues to fly and because bird had such love and joy in life, bird is easy to keep bird's form until bird is reborn . Bird searches every nest until bird finds birds own golden eggs, which bird loves to protect. And bird comes into land, bird slips like at death and into an egg. Reborn, birds life never ended, and thus no death, only passage.

One lazy day, a long, long, long, long time ago, when the rainbow was everywhere, and on every one and the great Simba big cat looked up into heaven and he saw a beautiful place. And he remembered his cubs that grew into nobles. This place, the same feeling love, pride and while he was there he looked down onto another part on earth and he noticed many cats in man houses. And he could not believe his eyes. For when he looked closer he saw a man approach one of the cats. He said, "Oh God" and before he could say, " I must kill them", a great thunder Kryon growl, as gentle as the light great bright---- grizzed and zed, "What?" And the big cat turned and looked and he saw a great being of light. And Simba asked, "What are they doing to my cats down there?" And the light said; "People worship cats there, take a closer look". And he looked and he was bewildered, and this was a great wonder to him. "Why is it"? he said. ''When I look down on my side, I see men killing my kind, but yet I'm willing to forget. For the love on the other side, is like the love I feel here. Can I sleep here when my night comes?" And the big light said to the big Simba cat, "You are already here old man. And all your kind are welcome from now on." And the Simba Zed, ''Zo then I will make a Ty Ger with myself for myself in front of you, for I too have become your light. And you have made my night starry white. And when the world one day is filled with this light, I Ty no matter how much time, the Ger, the promise to not prey on the meek and to eventually not eat meat except for a treat.''

I Write This For The World

You are a being of clean Primal Heaven. You are the essence of Spirit a beautiful Soul. I see your subtle self you cannot hide this from me. For the body language, I know every move. For you are the permanence and limitlessness I have learned from. The permeation, an Angels stance of truth Love and oneness. This is unity, this is your song of clarity, your Universe of infinite eternal light. The energy of reality. This is us, the ethereal body, the cosmic being. You are the finer self and are becoming the higher self with your greater self. This is genuinely You. The genuine self reaps faith.

For with faith we turn towards God and the Spirit of Christ and to Zen for discipline. This is us, our Loved ones, our Children, our Family. This is you with the Angels. For the Angels are us, and so too the Spirit Guides. They are your Loved ones passed and past. Faith is from you to others through celestial Meditation and Prayer. This is trust and becomes anticipation, for the assurance of Prayer is your surety, a certitude of calmness and peaceful quietude.

We Zen release and turn from pain and loss, for this is just a Penny and a Lassie lesson. We turn from loneliness, hurt and heartache. This is a loaned blessing.

For the torment suffering and sorrow nobody really wants. This brings us distress helplessness and despair, well now the time has come to repair the anger, hate and cruelty always seeming to arrive from impatience, frustration and resentment. This is time to repair the bitterness, malevolence, hate and cruelty. For cruelty is vengeance and vengeance brings retaliation, retribution and punishment. This brings guilt then self punishment and misery.

This is a way, to Zen the past into a second. Surrender and accept humility, for this is ultimately the ownership of everyone's responsibility. This is a commitment I know we all KNOW. For if this is in my mind, Zen I know it's in yours, for I am justly one just like you.

I know we all know how to let go, give up and abandon the internal struggle. This is what we require and desire, I know we are yielding and acquiescent and pass is okay ay.

I can feel the opening of the Heavens when still and silent, you are reading and listening attuned and receptive we are. All this becomes expectation to see only the good and help the bad get good. For 'bad' means: ''Be All One.'' This is thee reunion of awareness and awakening, the affirmation of Angels engaging and embracing us, all of the time Enfolding more and more to us all. This will envelope our Children regardless. There are Angels permeating their sweet surrender, enraptured are our Children for they have only just arrived from Heaven and back Home to You.

I know we are of thee purest service when we want to be. For the Children this brings the respectful acceptance of Love, this is compassion. Empathy is understanding and forgiving. Tolerance becomes tender, and tender is patient gentle and kind. This is how the Angels care. The Angels of God give us this. We can heal ourselves by mirroring the leading of the Angels of God in the teaching of the World.

For This is Thee Bounty we all will reap. Overcoming the healing process. Becoming regretless. The Light of Gods cleansing Angels are pleased that you have met them. For this the more they clear the way, for the wholeness of worthiness in Us. This is security with the confidence of the Angels and the strength of God. For this is the knowledge of understanding what courage is. Now is Zen and Zen is now, that which you have won. This Zen is your wisdom and your purpose. This I know will bring you fulfillment and the serenity of a Summer Knights contentment. Come into his tent he meant. You who read, you read of your purity, the Peace I see and the joy of living and Loving.

The Rapture, well that's the way I wrap and roll the Literature with an invisible ribbon of many colours. The ribbon of the appearance of the New You and the disappearance of you know who.
I Know………..You Understand…………Trust.

Instead of saying this to the children "If you don't finish your math you are going to fail." Try this: "If you finish your math you will pass, I know you want to pass and I want you to pass.'' You may get better results. This is a full cup now. Loudness racks my tea……..where I see.

Bird freed in house. Bird eats house. Bird little swine. Bird want be Swan wine, or maybe Swan soup. For if you swoop, their again I will put you in your Den Trix. I kidd wrheneeion. He feather enlightening from his Heart. Enheather of the weather from his river. Enquiver..... I believe a Quill I see. A say of an arrow array in his eyes. Say leaves, let mess be, please yes of course I love thee. Zo then be free my lito' house hen. Let house be your sky and the Mat Rex your nest.

I mediatrix with the Acadia. This like a mechlin weaved through a wreath of forever. Our month of May, with only a Rose thorn nor else. The merry go round and the flower Dance. The Ray be Dragon the Guard Bearer of the dancing Queen. Ma'Nes Told me this, a mazarine satin white rain bowing Angel. Tell me like I'm their little Shama, zo I zing like a Mavis. For to Love Ma'Nes is another Mave from Rick Shaw. I eat and drink from this Manger.
And the thorn be a pink flare on the peace drum of skin. The Zephyr be Gods water and the Taurus makes me cry Love.

A breeze contrasts
Delicately elaborate fire
Golden Heart Inspiring
Joy King Light
Mamba Nonsense
Over passion
Quiet Rage
Savage thoughts
Ultimate velvet
Wavy yellow Zigzag

I be a' nigh to thy. I know O'er thy wit and thy brick. O'er Church comes on yon, O'er run by Ridge trodden by Eyre Sire a Brighton bridge. A' be Siana Shama I sing for Thee. For you have come near, and ye nay be a Keeper. A Ton of Britt Bay Ma' passed, you say from a Far off Day. A Choir thee be feeling, becomes becoming for Thou for to me. Ye knowest Eyre reeling to the world. Gods Truth in the Word 'Orca.' Ya' come in a clarity Knight ye Sheper of the Po. The People there nigh yes share. A Ton for a Ship I know you care. I be the Dare of wit, be a Prayer this. To know ya' there near, here ye are. O to swear Ya' just. Sujay say Derutkra cries for root of all Kin on Earth.

Here be the land of the coal fire

The Old Bold Anchor of the edge of land. 

     The Sea Ire be a sunglint at the seaside sand.


Be with me hand.

     This come from shore to sure. 

The Capstone of the Shire be dry.

     A chain of the Love Pole I pride.

The People of the Anchor Pond.



Here I aim a Son to the Deer.

Hunger Man.

     He's a Ma'at Rex, he is the Sun Mac.

     This is the fire in the middle track.

     This is the Pyramid train cab.



Now this is a Slab of Thee Sleg.

     I say this.…once you have one Slab.

 Then you have many, for this is the Sled.

     Me' pen and ink begin to dab.

     For this ink Sled be all the Way to Sleg.



     A Rainbow Book. 

You too can take a Look.

     God never did Forsake you.

     In The Name of God, I know this be true.

     This is for your Children and you.

     And me' Pen say, we all be the song of the Wren.

     Pen means……Pituitary here in.

     Remember…………Ere'.

A Knack from a Whack.



Love

Pinching small things you Love from someone you Love is in Heaven and our Father has let me pinch Heavens inking.

The Wren, the Dog and the Good Dragon.
'Tis the Quill with the Knees on Guard.
The Tobacco brings the lightning and a Bolt.
With the Tea I saw this bet……. I'm on ''it.''
With a Prayer and a Bell that is a Cup.
'Tis Thee Holy Grail.
The Mother and the Father in everyone.
She did Pet the Fat and made Her Brew.
Within the Light this Ninja Zo.

Dolphin old Rin Dog run.
Dolphin old knew Wren bird fly to tree.
Dolphin knew rolled old Jinn Cat big. Ya' in?
Dolphin knew rolled in old Vin Wolf full knee.
Dolphin knew rolled in the old Pin Porcupine sow.
Dolphin knew rolled in the fold, old pen feather and ant.
Dolphin knows Win a Child at prayer.
Dolphin knew the old roof in the fen. The ceiling of a Cathedral.
Dolphin knows your Soul.
Dolphin knows Tetra the Soul of a Dragon has Sanction in Cathedral's, An Wren, An Jean, An Jinn, An Vean, An Vin, An Peen, An Pin, and they gave me this pen and I know we're winning, cause we have a new Roof and Fen.
A Doll Sphinx.

Oh the crystal and the Seers.
The 'Looking Glass' and 'The Temple of Youth.'
The Crystal pillared Icosahedron.
The many roomed, many leveled Crystal Leopard Temple.

England was once the ''The edge of Land.''
When the World was tellus and writing was for the few.
A dismal time with a blind led crew.
Oh yes, read, and all will be explained to you.

From Winter to Wind to Sun.
River go faster in place of plenty wind.
River run clear.
Maybe a cliff so grand over there.
From thunder to mountain lightning clap and from sundown to sunup.
The Deer bound, the Bears roll, the Mice run in to the sides of their little holes.
The Squirrel he knows his wife is a Wizard and knows before any sort of blizzard.
Oh and my poor Ants, they'll pull together and hope in any kind of weather.
Be it a Wizards hope or a blizzard together.
Sounds like a Prayer to me.
Better than a blitz any D-Day Ay?

A knight of satin elder hair Thee Bond.
Flew his Horn form shore to shore.
A melodic Seaside hoot for sure.
A Whale tusk score.
Of Thee I am fond.

Here stands the Wizard with his Lightening Letter Staff



One is with God, 
Two is a Swan. 
Three is a Bee or a Beetle.
 Four off to the door.
 Five, we know we're alive.
 Six up to tricks. 
Seven a little Heaven.
 Eight a good state.
Nine all mine.
 Ten can eleven more Heaven.
 Twelve Books delve.
Thirteen, let off a little steam.
Fourteen, a little courting.
Fifteen, a little mean.
Sixteen sometimes pristine.
Eighteen, oh no!  They're mating!
Nineteen, you've all seen.
Twenty, we think we know plenty.

I do remotely view.
I see with the Ivy of Prayer.
I am a Cat on a log that watches.
 I go with my Sled, I'm a jet in an Angel Queue.
 They smile and give me a clue. 
They say; ''This is for every one of you.'' 
 When I sleep I peel from my Fleece and turn into Light.
I see electric hoops and kites.

Gnome….. go home now!
He's won a Dean WORD machine.
For what he has seen is no dream.
He's a clean beamed team of lives.
Of many different seaside tides.
Summer green a Mothers dream.

For the blind I must learn how to write in the night.
To know this is like to have no sight.
Hard to get the letters right.
Alas the Words are here.
Oh The words so mighty.
This will help free your Quill.
Arrow Soul Zoë Deer Reed.
A Knights read a Horses seed.
A Knight moves, his Horse be steed.

I cry John Amoce.
Huddled near a river bank.
Toting Aries net, a cone shown.
For you and I at home.
Pictographs in everything.
This is not synchronicity.
This is perpetual.
Father pets us… all of the time.

Sometimes Zo go to old place.
See ocean no salt.
Call a Mermaid, a Diamond dreamer.
A Neptune dreamer.
A fiend……… her ''it'' last.
Herr Hitler!!!

A Dragon saw the draw gone, he writes.
A Dragon once followed our pictorial kites.
The good Dragon is not gone.
He draws from a Dinosaurus.
This is us our Thesaurus.
He draws a Coperta Prayer.
Draco love clean Earth.
Draco loves green air.

     A coned Conch shell, he hales ye.

     One breath a day will be aid, see one maid.

     A Kings eyes and his Noble knees, here for all.

     

     OUR SHELL BE A TREE.



ZO.

The Swan Crosses the Sea with a Staff

My Father Eric called the Oracle.
Father, I have seen the tapestry.
Father, I have drawn the knit.
Father, you are close to me.
Father, you have brought me the key.
Father, this key is new.
Father, this literature came from the shores of Heaven.
Oh my paper, pen and knees.
Sheilaghs Shell and Carols Coral sing this.
Can you see the ink in the knee and Ye in the Key?
Sarah says: ''Fu See King Ninja.''
Diana brings candle light to the Moon.
See the clipboard on my knee.
The paper wood Ant King set you free.

Ye Nile River this Kit.
For a Kit on the Nile is a Lion killed Pan.
Cattit King here maimed a ton.
For he be this: Tinned and toned.
For you I tell this, the Con be right.
Sea on a saline wave, come into my Ship.
This is a worn Ship not a warship or worship.
A Worship me' family though.
And though, be you too.
And the Cats and Dogs.
And Birds and Bees.
And you be a true tone Ef.

He'll Nile your name.
With index finger and thumb.
He will Nile you numb.
This Zo guy no be dumb.
He be like a bomb.
You'll walk away and tell some.
He O.K. a bit of a bum.
He will hit you like a lightning bolt.
Yet just a gentle rain will come.
I have already done many NAMES.

Celtic iona a fervid life. A Kells Pict Noah Easter Island Stones belong to Art. Columbia in August will work. A half of Scotland's slab stones come in a red bus tone. An ornament a Durrow book. Aura Noble, all book meant. Charms and patterns, colors in black and white, the clothing of a Britt. His Horse, his fondness. Nick Pict the Knights soldiered corse. He throws. The character of a built-in Chariot unhampered. Decorations and symbols glint on a Son. Art great, art Shetland lair, art Anchor Shore of Shell LLexx. Christ Glory be Enfolded in Gold. The log of Earth. Art survived, we survived, remaining thoroughly and completely. The Synod was named by the One God and His Goddess Swan. I ain't in Agony and this is not a bomb. In fact I hope this goes to everyone and not just some.
A Gini's Sun.

With my left hand I draw nigh to Mother Earth of that which carries and that which lives.
With my right hand I thank the Lord God in Heaven, then the Angels approach.
They tell me of the Little Princess Sarah. And the dream floweth, oh and the Swans upon ponds, upon Swans and ponds full of Swans with Lily Pads and Frogs wreaths of Castles with Pillars and Doves all woven together in silky white Heaven of ripples and love.

The Celts dream went to the hand, then the hands hued the Stone.

 It is written in Stone the trick played on Dogs. 

    Some knew what they hued.

 For they loved the Birds and the rainbows, the Lambs and the 

    Angels. 

You like the rain, this brings us our Soul.

 A Soul of sorry is our Love coming out.

 Forget about the cliff.

 Put a field there and let the rain come.

 Flowers will grow. 

Let the Suns rays and the rain make the fields into a wreath.

This will bring peace and a fields Golden Fleece.



For Lorraine.

ZO.



Zo Key

Zo Key for all life all for you true.

Planted Trees did Di and Carol, see every Animal in the Zoo too.

Animals we love, the Field Vole and Dove.

Them here we all love, this all Key here knows that you're old.

Sort the Beetles and the Ants. 

    Sort the Tree and the Leaf. 

   Sort the rows where herb tea grows.

She sows, she taps, she is no pest. 

With this tea she rises with a tapestry. 

    This is in her tea brew.

 Within and without.



ZO.



TV Dove



A Dove landed from afar, she fled with the winds like a lightning dart.

 Thump she went on a Man of the north. 

    Then a Woman came. 

'Say come to our south and please stay.'

For there the hurricane scar be far away.

There are three Doves now… Silver 

    Doves to Louise… Silver is a Global Boy Dove. 


    O he dreams in the songs of well toned tea.


  ZO.

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