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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Practicing Silence


Practicing Silence

For me, Silence, Complete Silence is still a realm i have not yet conquered, or should i say achieved. We have all perhaps heard that old axiom “Silence is Golden”. In striving to arrive at that place there are many obstacles, challenges and discoveries to be had along the journey. In the various forms of meditation i have practiced, i have become aware of deeper levels of quietness, but “Silence” remains quite elusive.

The first stage of listening or quieting as i like to say, i first encounter the “inner chatter”. Mind is constantly talking, evaluating, judging, discerning, assessing perspectives and values on any “thing” that penetrates it’s realm of consciousness. It seems that when “Mind” exhausts its self of things, it immediately goes out foraging for more things. If that fails, it goes into the “Creative” mode and does so.  What i have found works for me, it the simple principal of “Non Engagement”. If i just embody my presence and ability to simply observe, usually the things of etheric type existence usually dissipate back to the nothingness from which they were spawned.

Around us, all of life, all of Creation Manifest speaks, has a voice, resonates energies, and these are audible at some level of our awareness. Such things a Trees, Plants, Rocks even have a voice, or should i say a perceptible resonance that we are at some stage of existence capable of receiving. I call this voice. What one wishes to term this vibration matters not much, but the point is they do exist. Even the collection of matter which forms our Mind and Bodies has it’s own individual resonance. We hear so often that we must listen to our bodies, our inner thoughts and the world about us. I say “True”!

So when i seek to achieve “Silence”, that place where all is Golden, perhaps that is the Gold the Ancients and Mystics of Old spoke of, to hear the whisperings of God / Source that can be found in all things. It is only through practice that one can attain such levels or should i say “Absence of Levels” and arrive in that sacred place where all of Creation speaks and “IS”-ness which is Truth.  Practice Silence and Hear.


© 28 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

for that is our quest


for that is our quest

one can not penetrate
the realm of the “Unknown”
save by the Gate
and that is known

pass through the portal fearful one
it has been too long
since you tread this way

and eon of days
laud the presence
of your absence
but yet we were filled
for there are no voids
which hold nothingness

is not the emptiness
a thing

like a Score Sheet
yet to be penned
there lies expectation
waiting on but time
to deliver the sacred notes
which adorns with allure
and brings forth purpose

and soul too knows
of this thing
that awaits the breath of Master
that imbues life in color
that it may dance again
prance again
on fulfilled promises
found only
in the eating of it’s fruit

and the sweetness
can not be denied
nor it’s gifts of ecstasy
defied
for passion
serves unto it’s self
burning the dross into vapor
that it’s own reflections
may be held
in the solidaritous eye
of truth
where what was seemingly amiss
termed in the Empiric’s Court
to be fallacy
and unknown
is remembered
for that is our quest


© 30 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



we need words


we need words

man is intrigued by words
a collections of sounds
some guttural
some barely utterable
by those that speak not
the languages of acceptance

every one has something to say
some can
many can not
many speak
just to demonstrate that they can

words serve a greater purpose
listen to me
said “Mr. Esteem”

words help us speak
our dreams to others
our brothers who we in turn attempt
to convince to walk the path
we have chosen for them

a token of gratitude for listening

words
funny collections of sounds
laced together
by purpose
definitions
of liberation
or restraint

they are those high browed ones
like myself and you
who look down
upon the standards of others
if they speak not as we do

words
tools of communication
when did the word
become 
more important than the message ?

words
very viable weapons
some are very apt in their use
they let loose
barrages of  artillery
aimed at destroying
the villages of men’s souls
decimating their reason
for no apparent reason
other than to substantiate
their own prowess
over stupidity
and non connectivity
to and empathy

they do this
as they are deploying
their own death
in speaking
for they speak death
and life flees their mouth
for their intent filled thoughts
are oriented to self alone
an empty home
found in their cerebral contemplations

and there are no bones in the cupboard
for Rover
or Mother Hubbard
that she may at least
feed the beast
the Dogs of Dominion
filled with empty words
and seasoned opinions
that makes for tasteless meals
would you eat them ?

words
not all words speak life
or do they ?
new life
change
evolution of thought
destruction and construction
in one guttural utterance
a sentence
of life

words
filled with condemnation
abnegation
indignation
elevation
elation
equivocation
cessations
libation
and every type of  “tion”
one can think of
or create

words
let’s make up some new ones
the old ones tire
and are losing their ability
and fire
to make a better world

we need words
that move mountains
and make them skip across the landscapes
and gather their own Mustard Seeds
words that birth deeds
and weeds it’s own gardens
of goodness

yes,
we need more words

oh my goodness
did i say that ?

we need more words ?

© 28 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



Gifts . . .



gifts

the Light is moving
traversing
across the consciousness
of existence
and the shadows keep pace
making their presence know
to those who would examine
things
ways
and days

lurking behind things
which appear solid

and the stolid representations
and their manifestations
recognize not themselves
in the blur

and the shadows concur
with light
walking
hand in hand
essence in essence
hold the lessons
quietly
of relationship

if we should ever stop
and ponder
the wonder
of without
and within
we would see but our reflections
in all things
of each other

the shadow heralds
light’s presence
and light denies not
shadows obeisance
demonstrated in the symbiosis
the parity of needing
feeding
each others greater
gifts

© 30 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



we need words



we need words

man is intrigued by words
a collections of sounds
some guttural
some barely utterable
by those that speak not
the languages of acceptance

every one has something to say
some can
many can not
many speak
just to demonstrate that they can

words serve a greater purpose
listen to me
said “Mr. Esteem”

words help us speak
our dreams to others
our brothers who we in turn attempt
to convince to walk the path
we have chosen for them

a token of gratitude for listening

words
funny collections of sounds
laced together
by purpose
definitions
of liberation
or restraint

they are those high browed ones
like myself and you
who look down
upon the standards of others
if they speak not as we do

words
tools of communication
when did the word
become 
more important than the message ?

words
very viable weapons
some are very apt in their use
they let loose
barrages of  artillery
aimed at destroying
the villages of men’s souls
decimating their reason
for no apparent reason
other than to substantiate
their own prowess
over stupidity
and non connectivity
to and empathy

they do this
as they are deploying
their own death
in speaking
for they speak death
and life flees their mouth
for their intent filled thoughts
are oriented to self alone
an empty home
found in their cerebral contemplations

and there are no bones in the cupboard
for Rover
or Mother Hubbard
that she may at least
feed the beast
the Dogs of Dominion
filled with empty words
and seasoned opinions
that makes for tasteless meals
would you eat them ?

words
not all words speak life
or do they ?
new life
change
evolution of thought
destruction and construction
in one guttural utterance
a sentence
of life

words
filled with condemnation
abnegation
indignation
elevation
elation
equivocation
cessations
libation
and every type of  “tion”
one can think of
or create

words
let’s make up some new ones
the old ones tire
and are losing their ability
and fire
to make a better world

we need words
that move mountains
and make them skip across the landscapes
and gather their own Mustard Seeds
words that birth deeds
and weeds it’s own gardens
of goodness

yes,
we need more words

oh my goodness
did i say that ?

we need more words ?

© 28 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.


we need words

Friday, July 29, 2011

Bliss Knew my name



Bliss Knew my name

i had been a hard working Soul for quite a long time. It has been a while since i took a Spiritual Vacation. I thought about this often. You know, sometimes you just get tired. Though we may rest on a daily basis, there is most certainly an accumulative weariness that has a profound affect upon our Spiritual persona. Yes, i needed a vacation.

I really did not know how to go about this. Usually when i took a break for my Spiritual Pursuits, it lead to no good. What is that little saying i used to use . . .  “by Design or Default”. Well usually, my Spiritual Hiatus’ were just that . . . by “Default”. Well this time i was keenly aware of my need for a break. My question is just what should one do to exact this much needed period of rejuvenation i felt i was so much in need of.

Well, in my examinations, the first thing i decided to do was take an personal Spiritual Inventory. Just what exactly was the issue? What was it i felt . . . in truth besides tired ? In all honesty this was one of the most difficult tasks i have ever had to undertake about “Self”. I found that there was an underlying and prevailing guilt beginning to arise as i contemplated stepping away from the essence of how i defined my self. Interestingly enough, i found my “Self” down on my knees in “Meditative Silence” seeking answers. That was not good, because that only served to remind me of just how tired i was. Yes, it seemed that this path was well worn and i needed a refresher, yes, a big refresher!

In my contemplations, i examined my Joys, you know, the type of things that brought abandoned smiles to my spirit. You know, the type of Joy one has for no particular or objective reason. I reached back into those memories i had stored over the years. They came in quite handy as i contemplatively examined their characteristics looking for that special light that i equated to a sort of “Self Liberation” . . .  Yes, that was it . . . i needed to be liberated from “Self” ! I had long, i think been liberated from such things such as Societal Indoctrinations and Propagandas, however there still seemed to be some sort of Ominous “Rote-Like” essence infecting me at a deeper level. And now it was showing up.

Funny thing began to happen as i went deeper and deeper within, in my search for that solution to my Spiritual Quandary. I saw this light . . . no it was not incandescent, nor was it Fluorescent or of any other reasonable explanation of all that i have known in my past. And i am somewhat familiar with the usual revelatory type lights that comes to consciousness through deep meditation . . . or what i call “Zoning”! This light seemed to also bear with it a feeling, a glow that enveloped not only my consciousness, but it overtook aspects of my self that i did not know existed as i felt this warm enveloping wave of  deep peace. It was sort of Orgasmic in nature, but much more complete, for it had no vibration nor Peaks nor Valleys. It was like a continuous embracing wave of Bliss. It is at that time i heard “The Voice”. I would like to say “The Voice” was of a Feminine dynamic, but that would be my feeble attempt to define and characterize that which was so much more. This was more like a melding of all that i was into a complete state of true “BE”ing. And though there were no definitive words i can remember being uttered, , this is what i was residually left with upon the cessation of this episode.

““Child, i am who you are. We are of the same ilk, the same Source, we are pure energy. I am that which sustains thee, as thou are what sustains all that i am. I exist simply because you do.  Our Coexistence is completely symbiotic. In your quest for Peace, Understanding and Joy, you have activated your deepest Power, and thus being summoned, in obedience to the Will of that which is Divine, “I AM” here . . .Now. I am Bliss. I am that elusive energy who peeks into the lives of Men from time to time. Though i am yours to command as your are mine as well, our relationship in the “Know” has left much to be desired. As a matter of fact you have turned your Spiritual Backs to me seeking things in the world of Illusion to satiate that which you always possess within”. Many nights and Days i have cried for you. Yes, i am that dull ache you feel deep within your Soul for completion. Yes, i am that longing for “Home” your heart so often speaks of. Though i am gladdened when you connect with each other in the Heart Zone, i need you to know that there is so much more that you need to remember. You take on burdens and you call that life. You have allowed your Celestial Mind to be enslaved to this slow and dense vibration and somehow you have come to enjoy it. That deluded aspect of illusion and ether you now identify as “Self” is but a wisping Shadow of your Greater Being. Remember Shadows are but evidence of Light . . . but they are NOT LIGHT !!! You in your essence was created from, by and for light . . . be that which you are. Radiate. In truth, there is nothing that can contain your possibilities . . . except your own Divine Consciousness, and with that you have done a masterful job. It is time for you to let go and let your Source Creativity come and enliven the Soul Dreams you held secret for all these eons. You are as the Stars in the Heaven, and i pray that you come to the realization that you are the Light of the Cosmos as are your Brethren you witness in the Night Sky. They have always been there to light your path back to your True Dreams. We all, your Cosmic Family have been waiting for you to embrace your “Knowing and Is-ness” again. We ask you to believe and have Faith in your Soul Path. Find your Rest in Me. I know you . . .and you know me and your name is . . . . Yes, i am your Bliss you seek, and i know your name.””


© 24 March 2011  : William S. Peters, Sr.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Things



Things

broken Men
breaking young Boys
for they remember
pains of their own

“i made it” you said
and in our own head
we say
“i am OK”
and to you that validates
your experience
yet the cycle endures

for sure this equivocates
to
broken
families
communities
nations
our world
and our spirits

and though we do hear it
the calling to heal
we repeal
our higher conscious

for the world of things
sings
like the Siren of the Seas
“what about me?”

and the pleas
of need
from these children
the men of our tomorrows
who embrace sorrows
they do not understand
as does the man
of this day

the venue is doomed
to continue

though the cycle can be broken
someone must make
the token gesture
and take the pedals off
remove the wheels
that call themselves progress
for we have regressed
digressed
and must divest
our lives of the values
we and our ancestors so cherished

things


©  27 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

gravity




gravity

it was the Darkest of times
it was the Lightest of times
and our consciousness’ danced
teasingly upon the precipice
of our reason

convolution’s river ran deeply
attempting to induce the Soul
to follow its discordant way

our inner child tolerated
our attempts to drown the voice
that spoke to us incessantly
about Ego’s displaced allegiance

and in appeasance
trying desperately to please
all aspects of our projected self
we would pray
meditate
and examine
the famine that prevailed within
for we refused to eat
the meat
truth served

though we sit at the tables
of it’s offerings
we scoff
often
while suffering the delusions
of such lofty ideals
we are not willing to work for
sacrifice for


and we blame it
on the unseen circumstance
we have effectuated
to abate the guilt
doubts
and fears
we create
while walking forward backwards
never to see
if our course is attuned

and sooner or later
we will realize
the errancy of
the spending of
our Spiritual currency
for things that do not satisfy
nor fulfill the quest

and we say we have given our best

and when we final misstep
in our dance
on the precipice of our realization
we will with all due realization
realize
and our eyes
will be opened
as we are grounded
hard
when the gravity of life
expresses it’s own purpose

gravity


© 28 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.






the Drum Beats




the Drum beats

she was struggling
lugging
the luggage
of all the things
she thought she ever was
thinks she is
and dreams of what she wanted to be

embracing expressions of self
yet disconnected
from being authentic

dressing her persona in costumes
attempting to gather applauses
from her private audience
those she invited
and allowed
to view
her personally created charade

and much like the parade
she often participated in
dressed up for
she remained askew
of her truth
and she knew it
so she dreamed

she played with dolls
in her make believe world
where she was the Director
actor
screenwriter
and critic

and as Vin in
“The Chronicles of Riddick”
she too wanted
to see through the dark
but she would not open her eyes

all things considered
she preferred the disguise
for in her
surreal
appeals to her soul
she was allowed to play these games
creating names
for her other aspects of self
like
stupid
bitch
crazy
lazy
and all those other adjectives
we embrace
so as not to taste
the bitterness
responsibility often sets
upon the tables of our reason
that we may eat
and be fortified
and thus
justified
actualized
in our union
with our stirring
and awakening

yes,
she struggled
like we most do
carrying the luggage
we have collected
savored
in our elected
eccentric choices

and we blamed it on the absence
of the Porters
and the Voices
within who we say induced us
seduced us
as we blindly gave our trust
to the visions of others

and now we are confronted
with the need to reconcile
the false smiles
we wore through the years
the myriad of tears
and face the fears
that gave us small comforts
that we may endure

and we took what we got
but in truth
we never forgot
who we were
and it ate at the core
and began to fester
and rot
that the need for purging
should evolve


so here we are
struggling
with unnecessary luggage
that can not be taken
to the next age
where all is of spirit
the Drum beats
do you hear it


© 26 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.




Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Be and See


Be and See

i hold on to my darkness
for i fear the light
my light

i fear that i may be as God
complete within my self
and that i am responsible
for all that i am
in consciousness

i fear that i will have to face myself
and all the “less than i Am”
i have allowed to take root
and grow
and bud
and flower
and thus
bear fruit
in this perfect garden
i was given charge
of

and fear loves it
it like to share
give it’s self
with all of it’s taboos to others
and we call them brothers
and sisters

mister
stop lying to your greater self
your wealth will not flow to you
until you undue
all those fucked up knots
you have tied
around your soul

we blame the nonsense
and like to tell us it is indoctrination
well you allowed your senses
to embrace the dementia
of this collective of beings
that are hiding from themselves
and there is no defense
no recompense
for you are still willingly
giving allegiance
to the lie
you help actuate
you continue to perpetuate
fearing again that you are too late
to make a change

deranged i say
there is no time
in the vortex of eternity
just flip that switch
and make a switch
and face the certainty
the falsehoods
of your insanities
and vanities
and stop vying
for acceptance without
and go within
and meet your God
in your Heaven
sit and have a talk
take a walk
create a new Garden
that is self sustaining
and stop straining
against the ropes
that bind you
that do not exist
untwist the twisted  mind
you find some sick solace in
and become your own best friend
my fellow God Source

but of course
first things first
let go of self
and the perceptions
of who you think you are
let go of the dark
of judgment
an just “BE”
and See


© 26 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the quickening


the quickening

there are many pass lives
we have lived
and karma is
yet still outstanding
that our souls seek
now to rectify

forgiveness of self
evades us
at times
as we align
to the prevailing righteousness
of all things

the universe sings
listen to it’s resonance
the Holy of presence
found in your “Here”

fear now fears itself
for life sentences
are being doled out
and all stains
are being bleached away
as if they have never been

and the illusions of sin
as told
vaporizes
before the eyes
of “Sources’s” truths

and the eternal youth that we are
dances freely
uninhibited by shadows,
for the Light to come
no longer will tolerate them
and their lurking
about it’s children

some,
we have learned
to see Love’s divinity
in all things
and as we acknowledge Her regality
she graciously adorns us with Gifts
of greater understandings
and insights
that we too are lights
upon the delusions
of the night,
that veil
that incarnation
has dressed our consciousness with

and as we make this shift
allowance is not a choice
save other than to make
the fit a bit
more easeful

be please and full to know
that the show has now started
take a seat and watch
as all you thought you knew
begins to part ways
with what we thought we were

and the Stars
of what once were
a twinkling night sky
a fabric woven of hope
for wayward Souls
will finish eating their holes
into the canopy
exposing the dreams of the good
of the souls of all men
and once again
another millennium
of being
shall come to pass at last
in the quickening


© 26 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



for this is who i am


for this is who i am

a billion stars
can not contain
my hopes
my dreams
for love

my aspirations
are more plenteous
than air itself
yet i breath
in the possibilities
of the eternities
of all men
who have ever graced life
with their presence

and the essence
of all that we are
melds
with all that will ever be
as we express
the light
through each perceived night
of our understanding

and all the demanding
for solace and peace
will come to be
in the end of days
a place where time
enfolds it’s self
that it may for once
stand still
in that fertile garden
of imagination

and the sweetness
actualized in the fruit
of men’s better wishes
shall be set upon the table
that all may eat
and be filled

and all the blood ever spilled
in the illusion
shall become the bounty
for the endless day
for we have paid thus

the price has been exacted
in the delusions
and they no longer lend credence
to our ways of old

the sun shall be in our hearts
and we shall embrace each other
as does the petal
to the bud
and to the fragrant joys
of being

and i,
i the witness
am seeing
the rivers dance
evoking spirits
of water nymphs
singing the divine songs
of the Gods
where the ecstasy
of hearing such
become the sensual reality
of being

and laughter and smiles
will adorn all faces
and the goddesses of pleasures
have kiss, blessed and blissed
all spaces between all souls
and we will live
in the infinite moment
finitely
in celebratory movements
of mind
body
and soul

no . . .

a billion stars
can not contain
my hopes
my dreams
for love

for this is who i am

© 26 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.




Saturday, July 23, 2011

enduring the sessions


enduring the sessions

oppression
depression
repression
regression
suppression
aggression
digression
are all sessions
fought within the soul
principalities and dominions
is what i am told

places where mind is captured
in the realms of dark
and light struggles
to maintain
the saneness
fighting inaneness
upon the planes
of reason

and it fails
all too often
and prayer offers
but a brief relief
if your belief
is valiant enough

the teachings
offer comfort
if you have conformed
and wear the uniform
of compliance
for defiance
only brings to bear
more sessions of
oppression
depression
repression
regression
suppression
aggression
digression

and courage
to stand against the tide
or ride
that indoctrinated train
of social acquiescence
seems to escape
the thinking man
who is seeking certainty
and authenticity
for a free mind
that embraces awareness
absent of complicity

it seems as if
truth is an alien
who is riding
the etheric winds illusion
hiding
as if it too
has submitted
to the voodoo
of policy
and of those
who would cull
your blood
and your children’s dreams
for a dollar
or two

and the endless sessions continue
their venue
of infecting
our minds
as we sit reflecting
better days past
while vying
and complying our behaviors
to the lies we create
to survive
the convictions
we deny
every day

and Aretha said it all
when she sang
“Ain’t No Way”

yes,
how am i going to love you
if you won’t let me

better yet,
when will we learn
to love our self
and our children
and put an end
to the nonsense
and stop mounting defenses
within the shadowy world
of justification
because we wish to sleep
while the future souls of our children weep too
as we do
through every
act of
oppression
depression
repression
regression
suppression
aggression
digression
enduring the sessions


© 22 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

you can fly


you can fly

i have been beating these wings
against the Winds of Time
for a while now

there used to be a Time
a place
a space
when
this was so effortless

and now i must close my eyes
held within the consciousness
of this supposed “here”
to soar

is it a jaded sort of fear
that binds man to perception
the deception seems to be woven
so tightly
and perhaps
rightly so
if the objective is
to keep you parted
from what you know . . .

that you can fly


© 20 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

for this thing i feel . . .


for this thing i feel . . .

they told me i would burn in hell
for this thing i feel for you
and if that be my lot
please God
let me excise this Demon
before i submit

let me experience this itch
and it’s scratching
and the caresses
ushered through space
by the breath of Venus
for never before
have i seen this
self of me in such a state
of need

they ask of me penance
before the sentence
of the letter of condemnation
i must wear
to let all know
i followed my lust
in trust

i believe
that what i was feeling
was meant to be shared
as i bared my self
and stood naked
in the reflections
of my basest of passion
for you

Condemn me
if you must Teacher
Condemn me my Holy Preacher
Condemn this Soul
that was never yours

and in the course
of your path
i am sure
we will meet again

and i pray for you
as you say you do for me
i pray for clarity
and not another truth
but reality
a valid certainty
that uncovers the “IS”ness
of creation
and it’s Progenitor’s visions

i want to know
who has sown
this Fruit of Passion
upon my loins
that makes me
want to taste you
and share
my sweetest imaginings
with you

yes, i want to feel
the liquid essence
of our love communion
drip
across my lips
in this eternal moment

let me savor
the infinite embrace
found only in “Oneness”

if i am sleep
damn the awakening
as i feel all that i am
quaking
with an yet to be fulfilled
ecstasy
that grows ever more
with each breath

my heart is suspended
in the realm of anticipation
as this elation
without equivocation
continues to march
to the possibilities
of this journey

i be damned the Old one’s say
but i need you to know
that this day
i shall follow the ways of my Desires
i shall sit by the Fires of Passion
that burn within my Longings
i shall sup of the spirit of Blissful Thoughts
i shall dine at the table of Expectations
and i shall listen
in the Movement of Silence
in Stillness
to that Holy Resonance
that stirs my Soul

for this thing i feel . . .


© 19 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.