Soul of Protest

Our grandmothers, devoid of their brother’s power, there voices their soul armament stood spartan for the longest hour broke no emotion speaking their discontent. Ancestors who simply stepped on a bus, refused to give up tired of being treated as dogs of the street stone faced and unflinching, through fire they stood up. They had a dream, togetherness replete. What’s happened…

Light through the Prism

The light of God, the first light, the original color, flows through the prism of consciousness and is refracted into the colors of 10,000 things. It is that this prism is kept clear that each color is sacred, free, eternal. The view is as the lord of life in technicolor, splashed on each leaf, crumbling…

Forward

Impermenance is our nature Permenance is our aim If we see God in the present It is all the same.

10000 things

On a cool, sprinkling evening amidst the spring I have my cards, my goals, my head, my core. But entropy ensues and ennui subdues without 10,000 things. Dont forget the snake, the rooster, the boar. Paintings woven of years of dark, heavy hued traditions. Remind me of my anger, my excess, my disconnect. For if…

Something Failed…

Monday has just come to pass, The Wednesday morning of my life has come at last. How, amongst the sparkly blanket of the sun on the trees, Childhood cooled by the same skies breeze, Can we find ourselves staring at the sun through plexiglass, Feet on this linoleum earth, and beg ourselves to dig deeper…

No Time to be Nothing

Don’t let anyone tell you to give up yourself. Just remember who you are.   Birth has leased us an imagination, a funny thing made of cosmic perturbations, nebulae condensing in the network of our mind. In the end it’s self fulfilling, so long as swirls of color stay more thrilling than the insecure ego…

These are the Knots in the Circle of Life

A bird who fears sharks will soon think himself a fish, will drown as he chases anchovies, will starve as worms escape his mind. A tapir who fears leopards when the jaguar alone lives in the Amazon will soon find his mind and soul in Africa and his eyes blind to the night. A polar…

Valhalla

Tumultuous is life, It’s the wind ruffling the branches By which we are free In autumn reminded By this untimely fact I ultimately am driven Past the stirring of anxious worries heaven, and hell, They are past and future A line by which an anxious mind is drawn Evermore beneath the sun, baking in the…

The Nature of Things

The nature of time goes nowhere, yet is everywhere in all but the eyes of the observer, the biased observer. Hello 🙂 This is the start of the game. This is the nature of things. How many players in your game? How many variables on your map? In the end, it’s all topographic.  In the…

Rebel

Every dim day beneath a gray sky When the hot air has grown stale in the tangential presence of every memory which sucks moisture as it grazes by I smile, stare into the distance and say, today I am alive, and there is a world which is great! And I run, for this is my…

4:00 am Can’t Sleep

Rose petals draped over the exposed face of my ego, crumbling already as I reflect upon What has always been. What is yet to come, your face is just a mirror to my thoughts right now. Shrouded by the morning mist which always lifts. But I know in truth, what lies beneath is the most…

Day by Day

Day by day, night by night, twilight upon the leaves, I sing a song lest I may sink with the sun beneath the sea. I am little lest I know the truth My rainbow in a pot of gold, as it may be   I move once more in a careful dashing gait As I…