I awoke worried By a fiend of my brain Figment of imagination It cast no shadow as I turned on the light Nor ever will These things which make us fret Toss and turn Tumbling heartbeats in our sleep Are not real To reach out a hand is to smite a ghost The only head […]
The cloud was like a dragon It terrified me I flipped it into a flower And now I am free Thoughts come and go We don’t have to construe We can let them be clouds And allow them to move Freely
And isn’t adoring the Brolga As it flies In the painted porcelain sky Just another form of praying
Struck by lightening in the middle of a field Drowned in a dam Hit by a car Tree falls Leaving a scar Where a human has been We cling precariously To fate Avoiding at all costs Our use by date And all the while Death smiles gently Shakes its head And whispers You really could […]
There is an energy to a weighted word I should remember this Instead they came out of my mouth like water from a tap No drip All gush flurry and noise Things that made no sense Yet they landed light and cheery Floated away to the tree Fell like a leaf They carried no meaning […]
Inside the cathedral of self Where stained glass Casts patterns on the floor I breathe in reverence and sit In bombed out pews Where tabernacle shines radiant in the ventricles of the heart The roof is a blue sky open to the birds and Tumbled bricks and stone Form a foot rest My spiritual home […]
La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
Silence When everything is a mess Silence When it all shatters in your hands Silence Holds everything together Until reality takes over again Silence Is where God waits Silence Is where thinking ends And if you Just Descend Heart open Mouth closed Mind floating Silence Is Where it all begins again
Humans We think that if we carefully contain ourselves Inside our scant and small stretched hides That we will not be judged Cursed with criticism And if we do the “right” thing We shall abide in that all encompassing comfortable thing Called acceptance But I have discovered we are not made for acceptance Such a […]
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
