Poetry is a way of asking questionsThat cannot be asked with proseOf looking at thoughts as subtle suggestionsThat take you where they want you to goOf ideas based on gentle impressionsOf knowing because you knowOf answers in search of unasked questionsOf music that can’t be composedOf the beat that underlies the resonanceOf the silence between …
After a night of no cicadas humming their lullabiesOne day we will all wake up to the sound of no birds in the predawnNo whir of wren wings in the morning, no doves calling in eveningBut it won’t be silence that greets us as we rise to the dayThe background byproducts of civilization will greet …
We are still dropping bombsWhile people starve and live hand-to-mouth on the streetsWe still have our air-conditioning and well stocked fridgesWhile other people evacuate homes beset with catastropheFloods, fires, rising tides, drought, famine, war, mass executions and plaguesEverything is for sale, it isn’t personal, it’s only business, you knowBut it turns out everything is personalCorporations …
Desperate for meaning and identityWe create them both to mitigate our uncertaintyTo molify our rage we create ritualsThat help us focus our thoughtsSo that whatever we think is what meaning isA thin film of illusion that guides usThrough the ambiguity beneath itIt isn’t the blind leading the blindThrough eternal darknessIt is the blind thinking they …
Fifty years later, I still feel the sameBut time is never what it seemsI am still playing the Circle GameWondering who I would be, if I let go of my dreams Still looking for heaven here on earthStill getting my feet wet when I try to cross streamsStill finding a death in every birthAnd wondering …
It’s all about the image we think we projectInto the space where our realities intersectIt’s not really a place where anything existsBut somehow the images of ourselves persistKept alive by our desires and imaginationsFeeding on our fears and our frustrationsCuz that’s who we want people to think we areSomehow we don’t think this practice is …
Listen for the silence, for silence speaksEloquently of eternity, of emptinessOf nothing at all and yet vast as everything that isSilence sits softly beneath all that existsThe foundation for life, the essence of deathIt smiles with understanding at those who fear itAnd for those who don’t, it remains an unsolved mysteryA slight-of-hand illusion that intimately …
One day it was there where it wasn’t beforeA random thought, like a spot on the floorIt was an idea I had never hadI didn’t think it was good, I didn’t think was bad It was just a thought, it was fleeting and fastI hardly even noticed the thought as it passedIt was there for …
It’s different for everyoneWe all love in different waysYou don’t get to choose how someone else loves youYou just get to choose the personHow can you love someone else if you don’t love yourself? Do you even get to choose yourself? It’s complicated Sometimes you don’t get to choose the other personSometimes you know the …
The art of failing is not hard to masterYou don’t need to wait for a natural disasterYou don’t need instruction from an expert taskmasterYou don’t need the blessing of your local pastor Or the prognostications of a trained forecasterIf you have a choice, don’t fail slowly, fail fasterEither way it will happen before you’re ready, …