Ranch Poem – “The Subculture”

6/19/15 – Sonic Bloom Festival

We are The Subculture.
We’re always on fire
Bright, hot, whipping higher.
Authentically present.
We exist in this measure of history,
the hyper informed signatories
of a time marked by time signatures.
We’ve taken music as our doctrine,
Not simply a vacation or costume,
It is the experience of creation
that our hearts consume
Again again again to infinity.
Our divinity is revealed,
a deep secret whispered,
as we gather in formation
for transformation.

We remember and bow to
forty thousand generations
Of men and women who
fought, survived and created
A world of possibility and wonder
Awaiting our effort and action.
What do you wield?
What do you create?
What do you value most?
Dance for it.
Paint for it.
Play for it.
Spin for it
Hoop for it.
Sing for it
Scream for it
Work for it.
Be it.
Dont nod off, for you’ll miss it.
Dont dissassociate, we need you.
Dont wait, this is it.

The last revolution countered
Our revolution will strengthen.


Ranch Poem – “Forever. Right Now.”


Forever. Right Now. 

I am certain that living is never certain
and there may never be another chance
to say that, to do this, or to dance

There is no reserved seat for us
upon future’s flight
no vessel or means to go back 
even for a moment

So while we are still privileged
enough to experience
the alchemy of the consciousness soul,
really all that we know is that THIS IS IT

And yet, when I think of making a choice 
devoid of languid laziness or future fear,
I feel all their eyes on me, embarrassed
to speak mind talk, the honest heart love

These timed or unchanging souls stuck
in the momentum of the past
constantly getting ready for tomorrow 

You can wait and wait to never pursue promptly 
the turning point of a life lived-
-dictated by your true vision
Forever. Right Now.

Anything possible, 
do not retreat from big moments
just continue getting timely things done

We can’t procrastinate or 
ignore the Unknown’s phone calls or 
forward the Unknown’s emails
the Unknown is all that we have to take for granted

Mandated to not waste time,
our brief moment in the sun

It is better to risk your deepest feels
than to die with them

Breathe that brevity
and hold nothing real back
Enjoy the riches that you have.


ram dass

“Baba” – A Poem for Ram Dass

ram dass


“May Bodhichitta, precious and sublime, arise where it has not yet come to be.”

To Baba, I wish you all of the wisdom and ecstasy of this life. I will tell you of the things I know for a certainty, in hopes that I can give alms in response to your magnitude.

Our reality is only love, if we look deep. Free yourself from false belief. Doubt reflects the ego and obscures the spirit. Spirit that is always with you, that wants to lift your pain perpetually. When you see your beauty, you’ll be the idol of yourself. I can kiss your feet and adorn your altar, but only your devotion to self will ease your suffering. Love must be a mirror of the present instead of the past. Give permission to that self of the past to be a part of you, but not to define you. The healing of inner division is the altering of perception. When you are low, embrace your weaknesses. Soul growth found from splendid simplicity.

Forget Freud’s love. Attune yourself to spirit and love hard. Have balance in what you need. Get space, give space. Allow your whole being to value yourself, you give so much. You are the secret of gods secret. Both imminent and transcendent in tremendous beautiful transformation. A rupture in the orthodox. Hold tight the seed of promise. Do not disguise the reality of your infinite worth. Mountains of gold and jewels are inside of you, dragons become mesmerized.

Growth from duality to unity is the experience of heart center. We are the gift and the giver, treat all beings with the same love we desire for ourselves. Treasures will be reaped if we can prioritize bodhichitta and work hard. Solve separation and receive love in silent assurance. Each gesture of love is like being offered a portion of god. Love is meant to make us certain. Don’t let your heart dry up, build your boundaries, do your right thing in absolute. Dream bigger than it is possible! Be everything that you are, be lovable, be born into bliss every morning. A new birth of the heart.

As I have always found love, I have always found myself. This path to love, this blessed state is a lifestyle, a privileged bhakti plane, an opening to the timeless. Love is the core of our nature, darkness never fully dims the light. We all should replace falling in love with being in love. We can all reflect divine love. My true motive is to love and serve the others, the ones who lead me towards wisdom, like you, Baba, like you.

Gate Gate Pāragate Pārasamgate Bodhi Svāhā


Ranch Poem – “I am here to sing songs”

I am here to sing songs


I am not here to put
boundaries around your love.
I am not here to own
you or claim you like some prize.
I am not here to demand
that I be the only one you share intimacy with.
I am not here to mold
you to be some version of you that I desire.
I am not here to use your love
for me as a substitute for my love for self.
I am not here to write out

your commitments for you.
I am not here to expect
you to go anywhere that you don’t want to go.
I am not here to expect
you to be anything more than you are.
I am not here to expect
you to give anything more than you can.
I am not here to need
you to make everything okay and secure.

I am here to sing songs
to you while I drive us somewhere new.
I am here to hold space
for your emotions, spoken or not.
I am here to take photos
of our best moments and organize them.
I am here to write poems
and to show you what I’ve learned.
I am here to listen
to the needs you have today and every day.
I am here to gift
you the things that you won’t gift yourself.
I am here to be patient
with you when skies are grey.
I am here to warm
your feet when the covers aren’t enough.
I am here to help
you pick a movie, audiobook or CBD product.
I am here to trust

your ability to follow your heart.

– RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Determined”



I have been in some weird and dark places.
Memories so far and forgotten.
Homes of strangers, rainy festival lots,
anxieties where I found myself lost.

They stand in contrast to my reality now.
Blessings abound in every direction of my life.
No more do I stare at the same
floor night and day.

A thirst for life, love, and to
strive for my highest dream.
Determine to be the best man
for my loved ones, for me.

– RwmG

Ranch Essay – “Magnets”

The power of love came into me
And I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.” – Rumi

All of my life, I have talked about what kind of women I was most attracted to, and what my life partner may be like. It’s something that so many of us do, perhaps to manifest him or her into our lives. And they often do appear and take that position in our lives, adding & never subtracting.

At first though, it’s something like velcro. The connection is a lucky coincidence and it is easily removed and attached again, and removed and attached again. All the while, we wait for the velcro to wear and stick together less and less, because it always seems to.

But sometimes it doesn’t. We are convinced, however, that we have our big, important reasons to have nothing or no one to stick to. We feel like attachment to this unworn connection needs to be cut, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of ego, sometimes self-sabotage. We reluctantly pry ourselves from the other, only to find that the space between exists only for an instant…You then realize that they are a (+) magnet and you are a (-). The pull to be near your love, or smack on top of them, is unending.

Any theoretical thoughts about what is most attractive, or what it is that turns us on, or makes our heart sing, all of that kind of disappears. Without our guard up, in the pull of the newly ceaseless connection, we look at our partner, blink, and understand that their face, body, mind, heart, scent, voice – all of it is enough, it is set in stone in our heart.

This doesn’t mean that every pair of magnets live happily together forever. We can become even more scared and freaked out once we have a clarity in our heart and a partner is found. This fear is pervasive in our society today. It means that we are a new kind of vulnerable, the kind that we are often not prepared for. This is when courage comes in handy. The courage to be that magnet, and to float inside that connection with honesty and self-less love.

Ranch Poem – “Soothing Suffering”


“Soothing Suffering”

Sit down in this familiar, boundless tub
and soak and scrub
in a bath of mindfulness.
Undo these knots of despair
but don’t ignore your pains
as if they weren’t there.
Open circulation to the mind,
release this tension that binds
these poisons to our lives.
You don’t have to worry
about the tap getting cold.
Transformation is happening.
Loosen sorrow’s hold,
something will change.
Look no further for treatment
greet your internal relief
generating careful energies
as you breathe.
Our massage of understanding,
Soothing suffering.


Ranch Poem – “set you high, or bring you down”


“set you high, or bring you down”

sometimes I sit around and wear out my eyes
figuratively exposing this blinding life
for what it will and what it should lead to.
b-sides of this awesome group of bards
reaching out with angst, reaching out far

but this strange feeling in my core
will be tapped forevermore, when I concentrate
and reclaim my grasp from a later date
this people will become sensitive to sensitivity
and the irony will play out, to you, you, and me

if only a trip was safe
if only brain loss and traffic didn’t exist
then so many lives would never erase
themselves and leave us with the rest of this

so, my lovers and friends alike
teach yourself over again, and decide what’s the right
place to settle down, and doctrine to follow around.
hear wisdom from an old man’s voice
but understand that it holds all his life’s choice
and can set you high, or bring you down