Midst playful sayings via magic doll
With younger sister twins, not quite
In thrall but rather responding with

Vivid gleeful speech, Layla begins to
Spin, yet all the while she keeps this
Dialog whilst gyrating in Sufic mode

A Whirling Girl. a Spinning Miss… a
Verity vortex so.. graceful that even
Rumi views from his eternal perch in

Realms of infinity, that in his a wake
Whole generations suffering weights
Of Karmic fates can be centrifuged

Away so simply by some innocent kid
Inviting kin to also spin in resonance
With her vividly mellow energies and

Thus explore how bodies can bestow
Orientation for such freshly entered
Worlds unfurling in front of pristine

Eyes delighted & surprised: by novel
Showings & knowings now all 3 sisters
Soon will be triple-twirling braids of

UnFate unwinding generations of hate
From Ancestral epigenetic imprinting
May many Threedoms dance the same

Freedoms Layla feels as she keeps on
Turning and conversing such creative
Streams of ideas via speech centered

In her inner pole of Being since she is
A spinner even though adept beginner
So, untainted by spurning or yearning

All is only Nothing but Turning, Turning, Turning

Rudra Feb 23 – Mar 6, 2010

When baby Jesus grew up and
Finally died he rose to a Faery
Heaven where he now sleeps in

A flowery bower, awaiting the
Awakening prayers to heal the
Pain of alienation again & again

Baby Jesus died! Now he sleeps
Curled up inside a flower!!! Gia
Proclaims with serious zest then

Laura calmly sez yes many people
Have died not only Jesus, who by
The way didn’t die until he was an

Adult. And as this dinner dialogue
Progresses turns out that Gia with
Such pure intuition already knows

So-called Heaven is actually Faery
Territory where etheric entities
Routinely sleep curled up inside

Those blessed blossoms so popular
With illustrators of Faery lore so
Obviously since O baby Jesus has

Ascended to this realm he now nods
Off within the soft encircling seed
Ready to leap out at the least need

With such theology I totally agree
I even see Baby Bhuddha curled up
In a lotus blossom but naturally not

Asleep being the Awakened one, he
Only Meditates & waits for others
To emerge from wishful dreamings

That they know more than children
That Heavens protected by private
Security squads from demon assault

Only Meditates and waits for others
To emerge from so wishful dreamings
That actualities are same as seemings

Rudra, Jan 20-21, 2010