I watch an airplane across the evening sky,
diminishing light as the sun is leaving.

Still trees reach toward the heavens,
as blackness envelops the landscape.

Layers transform across the spectrum
scattering particles reaching these human eyes.

What is out there beyond the layers,
beyond the limitations of distance and speed?

Further I sink into the night
as the moon and stars take over.

Deep breath releases a hazy fog
and when cleared, the origin stretches out before me.

On the long dark road
surrounded by tall trees
we slowly passed zombies
standing like burnt out streetlights.

Surrounded by silence
except the tires on asphalt
they did not move or
blink while we stared.

Hours later we still
were uncertain if they were real
or forgotten nightmares
emerging as signs.

In the shadows
there is a path

there is hope
if that is what

we choose
to see.

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Beyond the objects and projections we see
there lies the energy and matter,
the ancient building blocks
arranged in shapes
denoted with absorption and reflection
of light.

What we see exists only at the moment.
What we see is an extension of ourselves,
of the same fragmented and scattered material
coming together through the reality we choose.

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We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase
through light and dark
through heaven and hell
through ancient texts and drawings.

The human spirit longs for place,
a concrete connection to surroundings,
a palpable definition of home.
How can we look out there when we do not how we got here?

To measure today against the backdrop
of the past and the future loses
our own meaning and purpose in
the ocean lapping the white sands.

I walked that path on the boundary
shadowed in golden light from the sun
that never set and felt streams of
silent noise and vibrations.

Scattered forever I lost myself
into the water to become one
mind floating in the sea
of dark matter and strings.

In the end we are here
to be caretakers of the
very things we are part of
the very soil we came from.

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In these chaotic times
dancing on the edge of
belief and moral code,
what I see and you see
are opposite, conflicting,
cast across hardened boundaries
fought with might until death.

But, light and shadow are
caused by the same processes
derive from the same energy,
are one in the same.

Let’s pickup the fragments
and build a bridge across the gap.

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I see the lantern everywhere
and in my sleep as recurring
dreams have brought with them
a place in the empty field
filled with light and hope.

In my weakened state I cling
to this vision as the hours
and days pass and there is
seemingly no end in sight.

I cling to a vision of the buddha
ascending mountain steps
into the clouds.

With feet bound to this earth
they walk amongst ancient giants
guiding the universe since birth.

With feet free of the earth they
gather light and expose the
shadows and creatures in the forests.

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I pass trees on either side, deeper into the forest and further form the fields, leaving one realm for another. I feel no fear of the unknown land I am nearing, and at this point there are no active thoughts of what I am leaving. I carry only the moment I am living and move with no effort.

Far from the fields I sing wordless songs. I sing to exposed tree roots, moss covered path, squirrels and birds. I sing to the sky free of clouds, and to the circling ravens. I sing to myself as the forest closes around me until my voice is completely silent.

Fields 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

(1)

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

(2)

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipticals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.

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In order to see the lantern more clearly
I have to cut off the mind dust
collecting interfering thoughts and with
nothing, see everything.

Easy to say and nod in understanding
yet the mind fights fluctuations in the path,
chooses to resist and sends more fear
from the depths, from the past.

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The moon mimics the lantern’s light
and for moments I lose the cardinal directions
blindly following false lights and
paths that lead nowhere.

Over the next hill the light
disappears into the shrinking forest.

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I am clouded by doubt
as I continue to search.

What have we brought down
upon the earth.

The air is thick and heavy.
The empty sky is gone.

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipitcals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.