My Soul it Flew to Heaven
My soul it flew to heaven
on the crest of that first wave
and all around was holiness
and oh, the peace it gave!
you asked me for nothing
I expected no more
but I let myself linger
in the touch of your finger
and the pure light pierced me to the core
yes, all around was holiness
and it led me through death's door.
© ManWoman 1975
Gown of Glory
You shall have a gown of glory
when your morning comes
you shall walk on wings of wonder
when your morning comes
you shall wear the jewels of joy
when your morning comes
and you shall rise with the sun
when your sweet morning comes.
ManWoman©1965
Death Is Warm
It's a good thing we don't know
what's waiting for us
or we would jump off cliffs and high buildings
We would throw ourselves
in front of trains and buses
We would sink into deep water
singing the praises of ancient gods
I've come right up
and touched death
I've stroked death
I've put my arm around death
and you know what?
Death isn't cold
stripping us of all
we love and cherish
Death is warm
giving us our hearts' desire
In that moment
willingly we shed
the burden of this flesh
and say take me
please take me
Death is surrender of loneliness
Death is rest from all effort
We sink into peace
We sink into oneness
filling up with forgiveness for all
Just breathe out
and don't breathe in
AAAAAhhhhhhhhhh
Free at last.
©ManWoman2000
How I long for Death
How I long for death
not the pain of a long illness
nor the agony of a cruel demise
but that moment of return
to my home beyond
like the snapping back
of a long elastic
that has stretched beyond endurance
that moment of return
when my spirit
streaks like a meteor
across the void
to the celestial heart
which holds my consummation
and all the fibers of my existence
turn to ash
and blow away
leaving only a memory
of my footsteps
in a world
I've already forgotten.
©ManWoman1997
I Don't Exist
This dream
I'm dreaming
called my life
I'm waking up
I don't exist
So who is the I
I think I am?
and who is left
when he is gone?
Golden rivers of light
flow thru and around me
in my non existence.
©ManWoman2003
Mr. Death
Does Mr. Death have a cel phone
when he comes calling on you?
No, it's not like that
he greets you face to face
He gives you his warmest embrace
Does Mr. Death have a cel phone
when he comes calling?
I see my greed, I feel my need
when he comes calling on me
walking beside me until I get weary
and want to go home
Buddha couldn't vacuum in the corners
because he didn't have any attachments
but I am a vacuum
and I suck up everything
when Mr. Death comes calling
He's cool
he's debonair
he dances like Fred Astaire
so why don't I cheer when he draws near?
Why do I have this icy fear?
Why does it scare me so
when Death comes calling
comes calling on me
Just when I think I'm taking a dirt nap
and my soul jars me so,
I think I'm kicking the bucket
biting the biscuit
shuffling off this mortal coil
crossing over to the other side
fading out, croaking, passing away
taking a long walk down a short pier
catching the ebb tide
singing my swan song
gasping my last gasp
dropping down dead
giving up the ghost
cashing in my chips
just when I think I'm going to the worm farm
my spirit soars into ecstatic joy
when Mr. Death comes calling
comes calling on me
© ManWoman 1998
Seeing is Believing
Seeing is believing
So, what is it that I don't see?
Mother pluck my eyes from me
if blind I truly be
Far better to have no eyes
than eyes
that only pretend to see
Why do I hurt so much
under your kindest touch?
What errant part of me
fights off your ecstasy?
Ah, do what you will
Spin me about
but grant a boon to me
For one moment
before I wink out
with blazing vision let me see!
Beautiful beings are we
groping in the dark
with few lights to guide us
We walk like the sightless
Old men with walkers
gouging a groove
Newborns taking baby steps
looking for Mommy
to smile and approve
Oh Goddess, Aki Wo Wo
Let thy grace
guide our steps today
In the absence
of blazing vision
I pray
Let the veiled wisdom
of wise women
wipe tears away
Fear of the dark
makes us clutch the collars
of blackened priests
or kiss the hems of gurus
in white sheets
begging the night
to stay at bay
"Hold back your darkness
from our hearts"
we shout
but none of the old gods answer
Only faint echos
of former glories
Poets throw out lifelines
conjure lighthouses
out of words
I once tried to order
X-ray glasses
But they only saw
thru women's clothes
There was nowhere
left to hide
Forgiveness opened
my eyes wide
Beautiful beings
in the dark collide
making stories
comic relief
adventures unfinished
experiments incomplete
We're the dreams
of a god
who's tired
of eternal peace
So, perhaps if we look
in a dying man's eyes
we'll catch a glimpse
of paradise.
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©ManWoman 1999
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