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From the Another Place
Descending from the material world, the physical objects and possessions,distractions taking focus away from the core, the mind, the essence – I struggle to let go. Do I purposely keep these close at hand, purposely keep distracted? What am I avoiding? What am I afraid of? What do I not want to see? Fear protects…
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Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
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Poem – More Questions Than Answers
That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior, the actions – this is not me. How did this happen? How did I get here? Change is subtle and patient. One day we vow to find balance, to live and act a certain way, to be,…
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Poem – Perhaps the Ravens Were the Dream
Awakened by raven screams from the top of trees above the rocky shoreline, I briefly let go of the dream I was lost within. I wait. Hoping for its’ return. Perhaps the ravens were the dream. When the integration process started there were no words exchanged, no way to communicate until we discovered the universal…
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Poem – Searching the Earth
Surrounded by more questions than answers the day continues the race from yesterday. Searching the earth for clues, a sign, some semblance of another part of ourselves, perhaps one that has answers, one that has been down that path before. We scrape the dry hardened ground and find nothing. Hands steeped in dirt the afternoon…
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Poem – This Way Before
I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind, the bare trees, and the sky merging with the earth – where does it end and where does it go? I have been in that state of disconnect, beyond lost, detached from people, from reality, from myself,…
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Poem – Wandering The Path
Wandering the path with eyes closed I let myself find a way through this world with decreasing interference with less attachment to the things that mar the life being led and I think I can do this alone until I open my eyes and see you.
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Poem – Wild
I now walk into the wild away from you and closer to the true being within, away from the falsehoods, and toward the truth. I now walk into the wild free of labels and expectations free of some grand design. I will remember you not for any moment or the almost kiss we shared but…
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Poem – Where the Color Comes From
The lonely path tunneled through the daily routine and expectations. The tunnel became your gateway and hiding place, a retreat when life became too real, a distraction. Did you ever see the colors of the sunset? Or even then was the winter sun awash of colors, a gray scale landscape pushing you inward?