SELF

Personal ego aside

What’s left?

Only the entire

Universe

Is this your idea

Of Nirvana?

What about

The Yin and the Yang

Of Existence?

Let’s not kid ourselves

We broke down

A long time ago

And if by admitting it

We come closer to the

Light

Then maybe it’s time

To accept the facts

But don’t take my word for it

Find out for yourself

If a self is still there

LAND OF THE LIVING

I write
From the land of the living
Where there’s no place
For dead memories
I send greetings
To those who are also alive
Your existence is no longer doubted
Neither is your ambivalence


I know
That it’s no use
To warn you
You plan to go ahead
With your ambitions
But just remember
That to live
Is no small thing

REACTION TIME

It's never
Going to be
One way or
The other
It'll always going to be
War
And
Peace

And it's never
Going to be
A universe
That's not dynamic
The nature
Of reality
Demands
Ceaseless movement

The best
You can do
Is step along
With the cadence
And learn
To follow
By improving
Your reaction time

CLOUD

I wish that I could turn around
Without moving
I wish that I could see
The end from the beginning
But all I see
Is a haziness
And a cloud
Descending
And inside
The cloud
The likeness of humanity

TRY AS I MAY

Try as I may
I can't overcome
The power
Of inevitability
And the too human
Longing for neutrality
The only battle
Worth fighting
Has long been lost
And the only
Moment
Worth re-living
Has dibs on it

SLOTH

To languish
Is yet another form
Of  living
It proposes sloth
Which is a reachable goal
When you look
A trillion miles away
Similar characteristics
Can be seen

DEEP SLEEP

I must have
Missed a day
Where is my memory
Was I abducted
By aliens
Or in a deep sleep
Where the dreams
Themselves
Are dreams

FREELY PERSPIRING

Freely perspiring
Not heeding
The warning signs
I wonder if
A new beginning
Is possible
But that would
Require breaking
The laws of physics
And that's a sin
Without redemption

WHEN GRAVITY RETREATS

Clinging vines
Become an anodyne
When gravity retreats
And the sunshine
Appears only briefly
Between rain showers
Everything is growing
Who can change or divert
The forces that
Mold this planet
Nothing is too real
But so much is transparent

WHEN THE HORSE IS RUNNING

When the horse
Is running
It's best not
To reconsider your options
It is now time
To pray

I can't re-discover
The wheel
But I can pretend
It's not as round
As it used to be

When two worlds collide
There's always a chance
That meteors
Will find their way
To another galaxy

Is it possible
To move toward
Myself
I think not
It's a melancholy morning
And I need
An anodyne
A simple one will do

How is your morning?
Isn't it ironic
That the sun
The great giver of light
When shining
Blocks our vision
Of the universe

If your week
Begins in the middle
Where does it end?

What sobers me
And that which
Soothes my soul
Is a gift of time
And it only
Gets better

LAST RESORT

He wore thorns
As a last resort
But no one paid attention
He wondered if
There was life after death
But he had never heard it mentioned
How much rain is enough
Will the ground bubble over
Clouds seem fuller
Darker
And more content
When they hang low
In the twilight

BENEATH THE SURFACE

It's been almost
Two months
And the flow
Of time
Appears unimpeded
Or so it seems
But what lies
Beneath the surface
But the rumblings of an earthquake
A change so great
That it's not
Noticeable
Those who travel alone
Do not make
Recognizable paths
But their footprints
Are heavy
And withstand
The elements
And the erosion
Of time

FINITE BOUNDS

How do you align yourself
To the earth?
Are you clinging
As if you thought
Gravity was about to expire?
Or are you jumping?
Trying somehow
To escape
Finite bounds

HAVOC TO HARMONY

I. Wonder who will
Pick up the gauntlet
Who will see it
Through to the end
The door is off
The hinge
But still standing
But a small wind
Can cause havoc

II. Rainy days have returned
Along with the wind
And those who brave
The external perimeter
Will like to see
The flowering
Of the desert

III. Looking for harmony
At a railroad station
Skipping over
Mud puddles
Beside the track
The ongoing rush
Of humanity
A sense of doom
Not too terribly
Out of proportion

EBB AND FLOW

I've remained sporadic
The ebb and flow
Of daily life
Finds me often unprepared
For life's little accidents
I sometimes wish
My understanding
Exceeded my ability
To process
My experiences
But to be caught
In death
While still alive
Is a most
Unnerving thing

THE WHOLE LOAF

Each month moves
Like sliced bread
The whole loaf
Will soon be eaten
Everyone here
Is part of
Everyone there
It's a rotating mass
Of perilous velocity

THINGS FALL

It doesn't seem to matter
If the wind is falling
Things fall
All by themselves
The circumstances
May not be apt
But somehow
The blocks
Find their niche
And never move again
And if there
Was ever anything
To boast about
It's long forgotten

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW

It's my window to the world
When I gaze outward
I see new things
In fact all is new
The past is
Light years away
One planet
Teeming with life
The most amazing thing
There ever could be
And it's right
Outside my window

SECOND CHANCE

We may laugh
At the surroundings
But if they surround
Do not they also entrap
And if they belong
To someone else
Then what are we
Doing here

Is it so difficult
To know where
We should be
Is it wrong
Of us to ask
For a
Second chance

TIMELESS EXPANSION

There are books
Yet to be explored
I seek a
Timeless expansion
Withering of the
Vine of
Far-flung empires
Gold-dusted
And surreal
I liken the
Temper of the times
To a magician
Standing on an otherwise
Empty stage
Beguiling the audience
With sleight of hand

SATURN

Leaning
Preparing to fall
Saturn is high
In the sky
Rings around rings
Around a
Body of absolute
Neglect
Meaning distorted
And hearing
Unimpaired
What is freedom
In a context
Of near belief

SUDDENLY

Suddenly
The sky has turned blue
And the clouds
No longer linger low
In the darkness
That ensues
We'll lose sight
Of the horizon
And just like now
Words will fail

AS IT SHOULD BE

The energy expands
Across a limitless space
And as it feeds
Upon itself
The air is ripe
With change
It's a new season
No need to apologize
Echoes of sadness
Intermingle with
Drowsy countenances
This is just
What it seems

As it should be

MAKING SENSE

Making sense
Is the preoccupation
Of the mundane
It's a fantasy
To believe
In the veracity of the past
The past changes
Even more
Quickly than the present
Who knows
How much sunshine it takes
To build strong bones
Too much
And the outer layers
Decay
Too little
And you crumble from within

MINDLESS RUTS

Ordinary times
Beget feelings
Of conformity
Mindless ruts
Leading nowhere
Words in a
Foreign language
Undecipherable
And too ambiguous
For easy extrapolation

PROPER NUANCE

I can predict
Almost nothing
And the truth
Is on the loose
It's a sad day
But autumn is near
And then we can
Celebrate death
With proper nuance

EMERGENCY CALL

Seemingly desperate times
Provoke unusual responses
An emergency call
May mean a cat
Stuck in a tree
Or it could signify
That nothing
Is really wrong

VIGOR

In this day of mourning
Let there be light
Let hope filter
Through the smoke
And may the ashes
Reconstitute themselves
Into beings of vigor