Rain descends upon |

Green grass and dark soil’s surface |

Replace with new life |



The fact that nothing

Would want to be something

Is the (macro)cosmic joke

Form is a form or torture

Existence is masochistic

There are other things people claim as truths

But the only one I cling to

Is untruth

When it all goes blank

All that is left

Is a heartless prank


Just remember
She is human too
You would say she is made
Of harvest due
But she is made of bones
And sinew
Just like you

She wants you to kick away
The pedestal you put her on
And in your arms rock and sway
So do not fawn

The stoic one
Gets things done
Without a thought or prayer
Then like a magnet drawn
They all come
Into the aura to share

From your sphere
You bring things near
Not from wishing
Or a drawing board’s vision
There is no fishing
It is the chance you give
For life to live
To do
What it does to you
While you
Calmly move
Experiencing all around
In full surround

Make one distinction
And it is your extinction
At your mention
Heaven and Hell
Become separate dimensions
Let them merge
Then fall away
Feel the surge
Of a label free day

Once I looked upon a sparrow
Flying straight as an arrow
It landed near me
In the sun
My eyes became undone
Clearly I could see
It did not know me
Caring not for my thoughts
It was not distraught

Could I too know
What the sparrow showed?

Spring birds sing
And we call them pretty things

But they do not know they are birds
So perhaps instead I will call the song I have heard

Focus on your feathers
And you will endure any weather

There will be no more need to try and try

Like the nameless bird

You will simply fly


Staring at screens
Boxed in
Stored within
What about circles
And orbits?
Cycles unseen

Calendars go left to right
Reading side to side or up to down

But life is not side to side
Life is not a shape or line

It is circles on the macro
And a wandering center-point on the micro

A panoramic view with peripheral vision

We are not stuck in a box

The Earth is a sphere that is spinning

While circling around the sun

The sun is a star that is circling around the center of a galaxy

The galaxy is drifting through space, expanding away from other galaxies like a growing balloon

If anything we live among concentric and gyroscopic circles

From our limited view we created hard lines and borders

Useful, but hollow constructs

They are as flimsy as cardboard

Open the lid and burst through

See the wide open, well rounded view



At first it seems there is hope again
But then
The pattern repeats
And again
I lie in my defeat

What now?
Says the cornered mouse
To the huntress lion
While the eagle is flying

One is too tiny
Another too frightening
And the third is struck by lightning

It soared free
But could not plea
With the sky
Thusly met its demise

And so the mouse stands stalwart
If such a liberated thing
Could not control life with its wings
Then certainly neither could he

The she lion
Is still trying
To feed her cubs
On this string she needn’t tug

Mouse does not know
He is too small to even feed the crow
Let alone this magnificent cat
He could have died right where he sat

His fate he does accept
Very brave except
For the fact that more or less
He cannot really escape this mess

When at first it seems there is hope again
Do not then
Get pulled by the string
Of thinking you can control things

You might say that you can
But nothing that happens is your plan

We are the actors
Not the directors
Not the father or mother
Giving orders
There are no co-writers

Life simply moves
You’ll get it too
It’s really quite simple
This limbo is a symbol

Between bookends of nonexistence
There is a persistent
Need for meaning
Grasp all you can but it is fleeting

Because it is all made up
This and that, all of us

Logos does what it does
Resist and you have already lost

If you do not think this is true
Life itself is defeating you

Put aside your resentment
Must find contentment
Within strength no matter
How many plans splatter

Against bad things pressing
Rather than addressing
The core issue
Is a misuse

White mice in a cage
Do not do what they do because they are afraid
Not even frustration is aroused
The truth beyond the details is couched

Their destiny was simply to be a mouse