Archive for May, 2007


Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 5/28/07

At some point, we knew, given the growing splendors
Experienced by the eye — the nights when the flowering
Moon kissed the fog white as it poured its
Ephemeral beauties over the mountain, the days
When the expanses of sunlight crested on waters
Comprised of fluidic jewels — we knew, that all these sights
Must surely give way to an inner intimacy,
The grandmother who loved us being deified
From beyond the opacity of death, and appearing sweetly
In our child’s heart, the connection long hoped-for,
Being realized again with the most touching solicitude.
Henceforth, we would feel that no miracle could elude us,
That health and love and plenty and fulfillment
Could be enjoyed for the asking.
We knew that the moon would continue with her atmospheric
Ecstasies, that the sun, galactic, friendly,
Would keep making of day a grand ocean of dazzling lights,
But her voice, the inner mirror, would out-splendor them all.
She would sing us into greatness with her love,
As if the simple sweetness of her song
Were the grandest achievement under heaven.

Poem: Honey

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

Poem: Honey

Listen: [audio:01-May_30th_Relationship.mp3]


Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

Listen: [audio:01-May_24 _Intention.mp3]


Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 5/15/07

All day the edge has been drawing nearer and nearer,
And now, past 2 a.m., the speed of the shift quickens
And suddenly we are launched among images
That have been buried in the body’s interstices for eons.
These are the fragmentary ingots of the future
Flying so swiftly by us that their velocity
Prevents us from interpreting their forms.
We only see that they are bright, as bright as stars.
A voice, not ours, but like ours, only grander, announces:
“Phosphor’s gold!” and the heart, already drumming,
Drums the faster.  The muscles tense, and the mind,
Poised only a moment before to plunge into sleep,
Leaps out of its torpor, at last, in league with its Maker,
So that now, two voices, almost in unison, remind us
To be calm.  They say our particular star has a human face,
A destiny spawned by men and born of women,
And that these fragments streaking through the darkness
Are about to ripen the fruit of our destiny.
The body flickers, and we touch a flame
Within our bones, which never blinks in sleep,
Although it is the lantern of our dreams.
And now, our revolution slowly shows
The edge of fear to be a sphere of light,
As the sun in ourselves grows as large as the sun in the heavens.

World Oneness Time

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

Poem: Union

Listen: [audio:01-may_16 World_OnenessTime.mp3]

ReScripting with Roy

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

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Returning to the Temple

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 5/8/07

We awakened before dawn, when the sky was still
That rosy dove-feather grey, and began to notice
A presence, which — or should we say who? —
Despite our grogginess, began spreading her light
From the center of our heads, her voice mouthlessly
Whispering: “The soul is simultaneous with the sky.”
Then sleep overtook us, but not the usual sleep,
This was a graduating trip to another realm
Where we sensed completion, although we were
Still trying to gather useless relics for our journey
When the day surprised us, and we awakened
To that vigorous blue ubiquity and heard the voice
Again, but now distinctly round, and masculine:
“The sky is simultaneous with time.”
Our skin turned gold and the light inside our heads
Became the sun. Everywhere within our bodies, now,
We could feel them, be them: the birds,
The trees, the houses, the moving waters,
The people in their ceaseless conflagrations.
The rosebuds exploded into roses and blanketed
Runways of petals beneath our steps,
While herds of animals migrated through our bones.
And now — oh word of origin, word of flagrant bliss —
Her voice and his, in sonorous unison,
Sang with a single tone, that strange word: “Home”.

Interview With Sri Raniji

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

Poem: Returning to the Temple

Listen: [audio:May_9_Sri_Raniji.mp3]

The Oneness Program – May 2, 2007

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Poem: Winter Fledgling

Listen: [audio: audio/01-May 2 .mp3]

Oneness Conference 2007

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Oneness Conference 2007