A Walk with the Lord

By Trevor Tonsi

THIS book encompasses two collections one called Lone
Flute... Mountain Mist a collection of Chan and Taoist
style poetry. Th e second is titled Manic it is a collection
of poems written during some of Trevors more trying times in
his life. He is Bi Polar 1 having been fi rst diagnosed in 2001. He
feels this collection will allow the reader to become more aware
of the inspired thought processes that add a certain insight to his
poetry during the highs and lows of the so called Artists Disease.
Th e whole Book he has titled A Walk With Th e Lord. As the
reader goes through the poems one will soon discover his strong
faith in both God and man. He takes the reader through a journey
of Eastern and Western thought that he has blended to form his
unique world view.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503581791

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Copyright © 2015 by Trevor Tonsi.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2015910303

ISBN:   Hardcover   978-1-5035-8184-5

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Alchemy

Alone on the branch

As it is

Autumn leaves

Awakening

Belief

Beneath the crystal sky

Breath of life

Ch’an

Chanting

Chi Kung

Complaint about rhymes

Daydreaming

Dreaming of home

Drink some tea

Examination of existence

Golden Elixer

Harvest moon

Higher Self

I am I, I am

I smell the flowers

I wonder what it would be like

In the still moments

Ink smeared page

Jasmine

Life’s inspiration

Lone flute, mountain mist

Microcosmic orbit

Mind

Northern lights

Now

Off to the other shore

On the mountain

On writing

Out of nowhere

Pear Blossoms in Spring

Penatrating insight

Poems on paper

Poetry

Reflections On Dew

Shaolin Yoga

Sight

Silence is forever

Silence is where the heart rests

Snowflakes in sunlight

Somewhere

Standing in the west

Staring at the Stars

Tanka

Tao

Taoist Immortal

The chinooks are here again

The creation

The form

The glade

The immortal song

The Quartet

The seed

The way of the sword

The way

The word

Thoughts of now

Time

To my friends

Truth

Under dull grey skies

Virtue and vice

Virtuos way

Winter

With morning

You ask about death

Zen

3 fold

A crown of thorns

A mist of salt spray

After the storm

Alberta Hospital 1

Alberta Hospital 2

Armageddon

Ashes and dust

Changing

Circles within circles

Dreams

Enlightened Anarchy

Eros

Floaters

Frontier spirit

God in the machine

Gravity pulls at my drifting soul

Half-life

Holy are you

House with many rooms

Hundredth Monkey

I am anarchy

I dislike poets

I think of you often

I will always praise you

In my name

In the Name of God

Incarcerated

Into the unknown

Karma walks with me

The King of Glory

Light and shadows

Like a whirlwind

Madness

May I sleep tonight

Miracles

My life

Nature

Near death

Need sleep

One god on high

Pebbles in a pond

Pineal gland

Quantum Illusions

Redemption

Salvation

Shadows in sunlight

Socialism

Sound theology

St. George

Suicidal

Tell me

The chameleon

The darkness

The day the sky stood still

The end of light

The hawk

The law

The money tree

The prophet

The Rock

The servant

The sleeper

The summoning

The Vision

They said

To the sons of abraham

Twilight

Two serpents

Utopia

Voice

Wasted youth

What is man

Wisdom forgive me

YHWH

You are a mountain lord

Your spirit made me

Bodhidharma

California

Consciousness

Do I Exist

Everything

Gnostic Musings

Guarding the West Gate of Heaven

Inner Alchemy

Maple Leaf

Meditation

Muir Forest

Peace

Posistracius

Reflections on the Mystery

Scribbles and Scratches

Testament

The Diviner

The Lady of Shallot

The Search

The Traveler

There Was a Man

To Be Still or Not To Be

The Wuffle

How Awesome Is the Lord Most High

I Believe

Lord Of Heaven And Earth

Our Song

Thank You

FOREWORD

Truth, what is Truth?

I was completely obsessed with this question for decades. I dropped out of college and chose my career because of it. The search cost me everything it was all I really cared about. When I ran out of books to study I went into myself. I surfed the wake of reality then shot the tube into the surreal.

When I was young I had many paranormal encounters but compared to what I was to experience in my thirties those encounters were insignificant. I lived in two worlds simultaneously, one the physical and the other the mental/spiritual. I was completely aware of both and that they weren’t in sync. This forced me to adapt to this new environment which I found quite easy overall. Then I went to the streets; have you ever had a conversation with an unexpected person that changed your life and seemed predestined? Imagine months of such conversations over decades.

I have always known God and Jesus and I never went to church. I classify myself as simply a child of God. My political view is that of Enlightened Anarchy. I Awakened (Enlightenment is not the end of the journey but only the beginning) in my late twenties and found my Truth by forty. At forty five I have decided to share myself through my poetry. This Foreword I have written so you may better understand me and my Bi Polar Disorder and how it affected my reality.

I used to always contemplate the formulation of theology, especially Pre-Judaica. YHWH as the name for God and as the power word in some ancient forms of magic was used far before the formulation of Judaism. As mankind developed they looked to the stars and planets for understanding. Seeing that Nature moved in rhythm with the Celestial Bodies emboldened them to conceptualize a Prime Mover and the Heavenly Hosts. In every sense of the concept these Beings, if they truly exist, would be Extra-terrestrial, it could be taken one step further to saying they are Extra-dimensional. This could explain the theory of innate knowledge as a mind could theoretically traverse many dimensions.

YHWH is best translated as He is which is simply the qualification of existence. As He exists so do we also being a part of existence itself. When I write my deeper theological poems I write in the first person because of this. People have asked me do you believe you’re the Messiah in these poems? My answer is no but when one thinks and acts in such a manner in a sense they do become what they are thinking. I did live the Suffering Servant’s Life though. From the suffering and anguish of my soul I saw the light. I believe that the Messiah is everyone standing together as one in such a state of mind for if this happened where could evil exist? As you will see I have no grandiose ideas even in my manias I was Trevor. Just an ordinary man experiencing extraordinary encounters and events.

When I go manic I make connections, it seems in my mind that ideas connect as do occurrences and that sometimes they are even connected to each other. All my questions are answered, the things I know I gain a deeper experience with. It’s too bad I will only talk in code except to those I choose or those that always appear to read my mind anyway. There are no hallucinations where things are imagined but where things just appear more vivid and real. It is euphoric. Homeless people I interacted with were more receptive and open to me. St. Paul warns that when talking to strangers they could be Angels, I say both Angels and Demons.

As the manias progressed it was rough. I would fast of food and sleep. I would only speak in ko’ans, parables and riddles. I would just walk and think all day, all night. I saw signs and miracles that were provided to me and I followed them. It went on like this until the police