Have you seen the wind
as it kisses the ocean,
setting the salt free?
There at the edge of the world,
seagulls compose serenades.
Have you seen the dawn
as it sneaks up on the night,
its arms soft and warm?
There at the start of the day,
the grass tears are moist.
Have you heard the sound
of the trees in the sunshine,
stretching to the sky?
There in the warmest embrace,
the world is made whole again.
11 Jun 2025
Leave a CommentIf you take an inch
when offered only a mile,
how far have you gone
beyond the wide map’s edges,
where no length is yet measured?
What good is a ruler
past the end of the known world,
where one nothing looks
so much like the next something
that both have no start or end?
Would all your spare change
gathered and stacked together,
sorted by value,
be enough to help you evolve
or just buy a stale gumball?
If you take an inch
from one side of the wide world
and add it, carefully,
to the far end’s distant edge,
is your map any bigger?
10 Jun 2025
Leave a CommentYour first breath at dawn
is not the same as the next;
light and air seep in.
How does the eye gain focus?
All illusion is chaos.
The first thing you see
when you choose to close your eyes
is an exhaled breath.
How do you know it is there?
Each summer follows a spring.
A first impression
lasts longer than the last one;
time is relative.
How do you keep it captive?
Once snow melts, it is water.
10 Jun 2025
Leave a CommentWhy do we seek something beyond?
The morning sun comes up without our permission,
and warms us in spite of ourselves.
Why do we want to live forever?
The eye of the needle doesn’t count
the lengths of thread that pass through it.
Why do we want an answer?
The stars fade as the sky brightens,
their shining simply hidden by a closer light.
Why do we refuse the answer?
While the fire is burning, it is neither wood nor ash;
enjoy the moment’s warmth.
09 Jun 2025
Leave a CommentWhat is the point? A blue flower opens.
Who sees a flower? The sky is cloudless.
Where are we going? A wave tickles the sand.
Who feels the current? The wind tastes salty.
Why do we not know? A butterfly passes.
Who sees tomorrow? The moment is endless.
09 Jun 2025
Leave a CommentHaters gonna hate; what else can they do?
Once you choose hate, other options fall through.
What other room is left inside of you
when all your passion, whether red or blue,
is given to your foes, who then control
your very soul? You know that is true.
Haters cannot love; how could that be so,
when only bitterness and violence grow
where there was once a heart? And even though
you weep and laugh and smile, it’s all for show:
a pantomime of living, not alive,
an unforgiving wasteland of woe.
05 Jun 2025
There is far too much bullshit in the world:
we spent our time so frivolously, in vain,
imagining the great flag we’ve unfurled
will leave the battlefield whole and unstained,
its edges still unraveled, pure, uncurled,
and with it, all our honor, in the main,
left un-besmirched. Our enemies, those churls,
will die in ignobility and pain.
And yet, what we replace and name the good,
is it all that much better, in the end?
For power does as power thinks it should,
and often fears both enemy and friend.
No matter what we will or try or would,
can our philosophy learn how to bend
or shape the world completely? If it could,
we would need no great army to defend
our bullshit. We could spread it on the fields,
and share with everyone what fruits it yields.
05 Jun 2025
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