Seeker of Magnificent Peace…

September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking 

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on loss

September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment

swimming into the space of without 
having one fully there
and then not 
you feel 
so fully, and don’t believe 
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do, 
now,
that you’ve felt loss, 
now 
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more 
thought
to think and if I’ll ever 
be able to grasp 
a moment of calm 
when my mind isn’t 
spinning 
frantically in circles, 
loss
that so fully awakens you 
makes you 
present, but oppressively 
makes you 
absent, presses every inch 
of your mind, pulls every fiber 
of your being apart, no matter who 
made the decision 
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so 
ever 
present, here
pulling your tendons in 
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience 
it gives 
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart 
tapping, lungs 
gasping, feet 
stepping, hands 
typing
albeit 
pounding, 
sharply, 
numbly, 
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing 
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself 
feel…
your mind 
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells, 
pieces of the earth 
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly 
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul, 
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so 
deeply

reason

September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments

sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold 
so, I write a poem

dreamer

September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be

but what about me?

perspective

April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.

like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate 

through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes

 

blank

July 18, 2014 § 2 Comments

possibility
is an empty page just waiting
for meaning to fill it

the omniscient sound

July 15, 2014 § 1 Comment

it’s the song for the wandering man
lost somewhere south of France
for the one who believes in madness
and lives in a starlit trance

it’s the song for those who can’t decide
if time is worth the wait
it’s for those who live in the valley
to hide from mountains of hate

it’s the song for those who chase
but can never reach the edge
the song about that forgotten match
flicked from the 8th story ledge

it’s the song that was sung by odysseus
as he sailed the immortal sea
the one that was sung by the crowds
as they lifted the gates and ran free

be it heroes or dreamers, those who fly
and the ones who have simply joined hands
it’s a song for those who can see eternity
in carvings in the sand

it’s the song that reminds us that even though
we stand dispersed beneath our sun
there’s a force that tethers us all to its words
and has turned our souls into one

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