Explosions in the Sky
Knowing is the canvas That takes in color It is the silence that receives sound Knowing is awareness It is empty, bare, unconditioned. Knowing receives, It is silent understanding without comment. When you know You just know, You know?
In the crisp pre-dawn Cloud and fog are not two, but one. The tulip threatens to bloom.
A Brief Goodbye
A brief goodbye to the world of weirdos, freaks and geeks. Individuated Buzzword bitches You’re all so celebrated I’m the nrmL guy That makes it all possible I’m the guy they put through the meat grinder You can keep your starring role I’ll be the support. I’m the guy that lives where They only…
Walking the Dog Episode #02
Trodden leaves Pasted to the ground. Anticipating new beginnings. Tonight we strolled the entire way home at a glorious amble. The Dog Walking Page
Still, still, still we wait in the night beneath currents of primordial sound. Still, still, still we wait and dream forever living in the penumbra of yesterday wondering what will it bring. But how can we wonder when we already know? Lost in a daze creativity cannot flow. Still, still, still we wait for the…
Meditation of the Crows
The mind directs ‘Is there nothing I can do?’ That’s exactly it Just sit On the verge of spontaneity And let it happen. Once the thought pervades It takes attention away.
Trapped within a mind that knows no bounds, shackled by my sense of self.
Walking through the fog| Focusing on the whole| Body of actions.
Abide in stillness they say, But how can I abide When things change everyday. Stillness is what encompasses Everything Makes all of this, the changes, possible. I didn’t clock in Because I never clocked out. Seagulls screech over the Languid frozen city streets Three quarter moon Keeps watch overhead. Right before you fall asleep at…