time has found its place in essence
essence finds its time in place
and place within the essence of time
so let us wander in sands
in waters, indiscriminate
paths, through plains
the essence with return
in times divine nature
placed to find ourselves anywhere
engage awareness : foster love
Cool water
cool water trickling over my crown
and to my root, upon the earth
rain down, rain down, i may shiver
i may gasp, i may learn to breathe
cool water keep this fire secure
hues and waves of streaming
remembrance of remembrance
of how to be thankful
and to my root, upon the earth
rain down, rain down, i may shiver
i may gasp, i may learn to breathe
cool water keep this fire secure
hues and waves of streaming
remembrance of remembrance
of how to be thankful
Resonance
relatively relative
frequency in all that
i enjoy, invest in
assign my directive,
center in this instance
without a resistance
remaining contemplative
unbinding the boundless
knowing i must learn
frequency in all that
i enjoy, invest in
assign my directive,
center in this instance
without a resistance
remaining contemplative
unbinding the boundless
knowing i must learn
Deep Slow Breathes. . .
To my parents, brothers and sisters
son and daughter, all one in the same
their beautiful families that are
and that follow. Friends and
neighbors and strangers.
love
light
heart
health
son and daughter, all one in the same
their beautiful families that are
and that follow. Friends and
neighbors and strangers.
love
light
heart
health
Finding Peace
Anger manifest fear
fear manifest anger
and revolt and pain,
and illusion, pollution
the absence of faith.
everything in its place
no other direction to
move for me, i root
i root, and i dream
of flight above all
this overcast, shadows
of dawn i have never sought
but am promised in patience
in patience i promise
myself a chance to
see clearly before
before
finding
peace
fear manifest anger
and revolt and pain,
and illusion, pollution
the absence of faith.
everything in its place
no other direction to
move for me, i root
i root, and i dream
of flight above all
this overcast, shadows
of dawn i have never sought
but am promised in patience
in patience i promise
myself a chance to
see clearly before
before
finding
peace
Above ground
In a sea of elation
swimming with sorrow
no longer do i question
the time that I've borrowed
dreams of tall grass, fragrant
cool paths lined with yarrow
trees, and moonlight,no bridges
no headlights or doorways, no
questions about yesterday,tomorrow.
swimming with sorrow
no longer do i question
the time that I've borrowed
dreams of tall grass, fragrant
cool paths lined with yarrow
trees, and moonlight,no bridges
no headlights or doorways, no
questions about yesterday,tomorrow.
Tired time
seeking respite in all i do
finding something true in me
of me, for me, because of me
in this, endlessly playful
illusion, finding something
coherent and sane
beginning to see again
what it is that i do hold
in truth, of truth
for truth.
ehh...ramble
finding something true in me
of me, for me, because of me
in this, endlessly playful
illusion, finding something
coherent and sane
beginning to see again
what it is that i do hold
in truth, of truth
for truth.
ehh...ramble
not in my pantry
i have questions about
walking alone in the desert
bags miles behind, empty
fishing in the sea, paddling
my way to shore, wanting only
of a breeze
being something of an
origin i can not help but
confess, in terms that
make sense
that let me undress,
without drowning
without burning
without wanting
of something
but eminent
prospect and
flow
walking alone in the desert
bags miles behind, empty
fishing in the sea, paddling
my way to shore, wanting only
of a breeze
being something of an
origin i can not help but
confess, in terms that
make sense
that let me undress,
without drowning
without burning
without wanting
of something
but eminent
prospect and
flow
too "spirtual"
to the point where sometimes
manifestation eludes me, comes
through me instead of, of me,
i push away the guide, i fight
against the laws, the way, the
path of all that there is
i have my hands, gracefully placed
i am all forgiving, forgive me
let me forgive me, forget me
i plead with god to forget me
let me suffer, let me learn
let me have all the sickness
all the hate, and fear
done running, out of time
there is nothing other,
then this perception of
everything, sorting books
clearing counters , dirty dishes
no more hope, no more sulking
i am where i am meant to be
in transition always
present time for
contemplation
manifestation eludes me, comes
through me instead of, of me,
i push away the guide, i fight
against the laws, the way, the
path of all that there is
i have my hands, gracefully placed
i am all forgiving, forgive me
let me forgive me, forget me
i plead with god to forget me
let me suffer, let me learn
let me have all the sickness
all the hate, and fear
done running, out of time
there is nothing other,
then this perception of
everything, sorting books
clearing counters , dirty dishes
no more hope, no more sulking
i am where i am meant to be
in transition always
present time for
contemplation
burgeon
away in eyes that allow
that embrace, something
more then me,to root
faithful hands, in mine
in mind, in matter
no matter, in space
time, placement
attainment of the self
in me, out of me,
here and now,
for now, i am
that i am
ever changing
taken
away
that embrace, something
more then me,to root
faithful hands, in mine
in mind, in matter
no matter, in space
time, placement
attainment of the self
in me, out of me,
here and now,
for now, i am
that i am
ever changing
taken
away
never innocent
obscure distant mind attempting
to ground in something faithful
something, anything, nothing soundly
placed, properly in an essence of time
not because of time, placed illegibly
all consequence removed, in the fitting
in the footstep, on pathways on pavement
of footing in mind, and out of mind
in heart, in breath, in anything hopeful
of an attempt to be true to myself,
to be true, to any other outside, and within
that attempt
that adherent nature that compels one
to change not in spite but in awe of
the acceptance of all things,
complicated and simple.
being as they are
as we all are
as i am
i am
am
i
?
to ground in something faithful
something, anything, nothing soundly
placed, properly in an essence of time
not because of time, placed illegibly
all consequence removed, in the fitting
in the footstep, on pathways on pavement
of footing in mind, and out of mind
in heart, in breath, in anything hopeful
of an attempt to be true to myself,
to be true, to any other outside, and within
that attempt
that adherent nature that compels one
to change not in spite but in awe of
the acceptance of all things,
complicated and simple.
being as they are
as we all are
as i am
i am
am
i
?
disinterest
I can not understand, what i
am not willing to accept.
Acceptance is a dirtier word
then Denial, these days.
am not willing to accept.
Acceptance is a dirtier word
then Denial, these days.
Giving more thanks
i try not to convey, i try not to transcribe
or prescribe an antidote within this, within
this, i can not convey, i can not describe
or capture. I need to emanate, reverberate,
counting beads, digging soil, i want to feed
the fire, i want to feed my fire, your fire
cleanse and cool, all away, in creek beds i
have always known, under skies where i no longer
fear of birds, and bee's and the weeds losing
their homes, of me losing any footing in something
not fabricated but natural, give me rights,
give the land its freedom, and let it know
i will
never
part.
or prescribe an antidote within this, within
this, i can not convey, i can not describe
or capture. I need to emanate, reverberate,
counting beads, digging soil, i want to feed
the fire, i want to feed my fire, your fire
cleanse and cool, all away, in creek beds i
have always known, under skies where i no longer
fear of birds, and bee's and the weeds losing
their homes, of me losing any footing in something
not fabricated but natural, give me rights,
give the land its freedom, and let it know
i will
never
part.
i am experimental
I can not make myself any more adherent to this will,
i can not force myself to be myself, i am experimental
growing tired, of the ride, had dreams of sitting with you
cars, going down an invisible, off ramp over town,
and bridges,fiercely twisting.
refugees in the kitchen, and friends asking questions, people
in disguise, as other people with the same impressed stereotypes
but i could not hide, away from all that binds,
me to that reality, in my mind.
i can not force myself to be myself, i am experimental
growing tired, of the ride, had dreams of sitting with you
cars, going down an invisible, off ramp over town,
and bridges,fiercely twisting.
refugees in the kitchen, and friends asking questions, people
in disguise, as other people with the same impressed stereotypes
but i could not hide, away from all that binds,
me to that reality, in my mind.
begin me
knowing it would not only grasp but embrace me because i know of my own satisfaction and in-satisfaction. i find my self not at odds, not in beginnings or ends, but in the arms of something i could only attempt to understand, in all its nature.
my dozen miles
the temptation
reared, restless,
make me stop
expressing,
in words,
bring me
the way
to feel
something
other then a
reason to give an explanation.
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