poem

Adam Is Sick

Adam is sick.

It seemed a fair trade,
knowledge for death –
or is it knowledge of death?
A life split into living and     not?

Terror is a sickness.
Mortality is humanity, though
many would trade this for time.
And thus, terror –
and thus, salvation.

We are sick.

Remaining in terror and
salvation, we, not living, must choose
to live, and to live,
die – the mortal humans we
have always been.

 

 

3/24/2017

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Blood On The Street

blood on the street
blood on the seat in the
car, guns pointed at
blood in our hearts-
Black and White and red
all over the news,
fear precipitating
hysteria
commercials, articles propagating
fear- entrenching
minds in culture divides
we all want the killing to stop
but who is willing to
die? what are you willing
to not buy? there’s
blood on our hands because there’s
blood in our wallets, dripping
ignorance- hear the voice
calling from beyond the
dark, the moral arc
bends toward us- the
‘Us’ that transcends these
divisive days; we defy
death
by the blood of a true
King, murdered by the state
of a nation like ours, scheming
principalities that hover
over our cities
late at night while we
sleep, there’s blood in our dreams-
Wake up.
He’s alive and so are we
for now-
for this-
Wake up.

Head Full

Words and interactions flow through
ill-perceived, with a
head full of too many
questions, fearful of life and the
not enoughs.

Concentration, I haven’t even
thought about it until I’ve
been lost in a headache of obsessive
mind-tripping. This is not
me, it’s fear.

Out of control, spinning, knuckles
white from gripping,
slipping into reality-
where chaos is an object and not
my concern.

Like a dervish in rapture,
my hands pry loose
[though against my will, at first]
from this life
that I keep calling
mine.

In Boundless Ruby Sky

in boundless ruby sky
[without even a concept of bounds]
we swam altogether
before
light and dark’s separation
[our creation!]

without end, our expanse-
waves of movement across
vastness of oceans
[within oceans]
uncurbed by the sands of time
[no passing, no progressing]

ever-repeating waves,
cycle back and over again
traversing infinity
[transposing finity]
we see light and dark,
the warmth of distant stars
felt close in the air around us
[fire in every leaf-
each movement of life beneath]

all aglow, our eyes spray stars
across moonlit heavens
[light beyond distance, leave distance behind]
spirits soar through open windows,
clouds flow freely inside and out
[star substance animation]
and we see

3.17.2016 – 5.21.2016

Become The Night

The time has come-
You must leave the normalcy of your home.
Open the door and step into the night.
Feel the winter air dissolve your
skin as you surrender to the dark.
Let the sound of the breeze through the dead
leaves above draw you in.
Leave the frailty of your frame
and become the night.
Meld with the moon and see the tops of
clouds illuminated by your shining eyes.
Pass beyond the tops of distant mountains
and feel the Earth lie still underneath your hands.
Be the still silence that is forever,
the Silence that formed you in itself.

12.19.2014

Rumi: There’s Nothing Ahead

Lovers think they’re looking for each other,
but there’s only one search: wandering
this world is wandering that,
both inside one
transparent sky. In here there is
no dogma and no heresy.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said
or did about the future. Forget the future.
I’d worship someone who could do that.

On the way you may want to look back, or not.
But if you can say, There’s nothing ahead,
there will be nothing there.
Stretch your arms
and take hold of the cloth of your clothes
with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.
When one of us gets lost,
is not here, he must be inside us. There’s no
place like that anywhere in the world.

-Rumi