Category: Being

  • Poem Leftovers, Part 2

    (1) Within the space of silent wandering what falls away can be forgotten yesterdays discarded paper of a lost time the experience rolled into the collective. they say you are the culmination of yesterday, today and tomorrow. if you hold dearly to the past you will never know the path. the mirror’s purpose is only…

  • What is this Made of? (Draft)

    Life events and the daily grind have eased a bit, so I thought I would post a draft of this new piece I started a couple of days ago.  For the time being, I am posting these type of pieces both here and at Quantum Awareness until each finds their unique identity. If all moments…

  • Empty Fields, 1

    I must transcend beyond here, beyond everything I have done. I am walking lost around this infinite plane. The gods are ever watchful. Their past ever following and hiding when I turn. At times I reach further and see the next level before my past grabs my legs and pulls me back to this field…

  • Strings

    Thin threads of particles exert influence individually move planets collectively. I grasp the air and return with nothing. Theories and postulations abound to define and bring forth what is missing what is unknown, what we assume. I imagine them not stainless steel cylinders, smooth and reflective like calm water but tiny trees with spindly limbs…

  • Quantum Awareness – Part 1

    If we use logic to define the Nothing, then a response must include logic. If I asked God – “Where did you come from, how did you get here?”. I would expect them to respond – “From nothing”. This I understand and this makes sense to me when I think about what is it that…

  • The Glassmaker is…

    calling to me.  I guess I should back up from here.  What is actually calling me, is me.  My internal sense of where I am in life, how I live each day, is awake .  It is uneasy with the current state of the within and without.  It is pushing back to the surface all…

  • Untitled Poem

    I posted part of this a few days ago.  It’s the first new poem I have written in awhile as I wait for my well to replenish.  This is the completed first part of the piece.  I have tried writing 1 or 2 more sections to this, but they are coming across as forced, contrite,…

  • The Medicine Man

    The medicine man imparted these words before transforming into a raven and vanishing from this space: Stop thinking. Know. Forced thinking, what you seek dissapears. Beyond the mountain the valleys are deep and wide. Going into them blind, distracted thinking, will consume you. Instead enter the gate and immediately stop. See your arms outstretched. Welcome…

  • Home

    I have lived in MN all of my 38 years.  It is home.  Family is here.  Memories and history exist in every nook and cranny.  It is home.  For better or worse, there are reminders everywhere. But, what truly defines home?  Is it physical reminders?  Is it by sight as you drive past landmarks and…

  • Questions, Decisions, Summer, Randomness

    Before the sun winks, I am on my way to start another day and wondered, is this what summer smells like?  The air is damp and thick with moisture that has encased fragrant flowers. The trip to Alaska is coming up quickly now.  I find myself in the same predicament as the trip to Mt…