There are no words to capture this
exquisite moment of pure bliss
between the grasp and letting go
between the thought and need to know
There are no words that can express
the soft caressing tenderness
of just a second’s quiet peace
between holding and just released
Drowned out by a heartbeat,
its low murmur barely heard
below the gentle cry of stones
that wish to become birds
There are no words that can relate
the edge of time, the end of fate,
between the lines the phrases flow
and not yet sentenced, fade and go.
There are no words to ponder on
from hallowed texts, their marrow gone;
between each page, a film of dust
speaks what it can, to whom it must.
20 DEC 2004
Here. This is the sound
of the world becoming whole:
one breath at a time.
Here. This is the way
that the world becomes awake:
one eye at a time.
Here. This is the place
where birth and death coexist:
one process, not two.
Here. This is the time
that defines the entire world:
each moment of now.
Here. This is the song
that the whole world is singing:
each thing in harmony.
Here. This is the part
where you add your unique voice:
part of the whole choir.
Here. This is the tune
from a forgotten hymnal:
the music of life.
Here. This is the law
that the whole world must follow:
Embrace life, or die.
Here. This is the fact
that we want to overlook:
We don’t own the world.
Here. This is the myth
that fuels our own destruction:
We are the whole world.
Here. This is the point
at which we each make a choice:
Living or dying.
25 AUG 2004
The axes of this world will stay their course;
and with them, our velocity remains
a constant, knowing time but not remorse.
The humming center holds to its refrain
and with its gentle song, eases the pain
of steady transformation, death and birth,
of our pretensions, hesitance and vain
attempts at isolating our true worth.
You’ll find a serendipity of mirth
between these notes that constantly erase
the past and give the future a wide berth
for dreams that too will age and be replaced.
It comes upon the dawn with each new day,
embracing all and turning none away.
08 DEC 2003
Is it any wonder that the world has turned to shit
in the minds of those who find in it no sacred benefit,
who think the earth is only temporary living space,
a proving ground for humans on their way to some pure place?
I wonder, in this maya that we say is all around,
that leads but to delusion, what else here we might have found
if thinking that our purpose was to borrow, and not waste,
if there would be religions that insist the gods are chaste.
And if we thought our energy was best used to renew,
perhaps we’d give a second thought to what we say and do,
if living for eternity meant staying here and now,
and recognizing bullshit serves at both ends of the cow
Nirvana, heaven, paradise – we long for other homes,
insisting that our purpose is to overcome our bones.
We claim superiority, and yet, we fail to see
that no more than the grass, or ants, we are just energy.
This world, they say, is suffering, and should not be embraced.
But why embrace another? Is that not a bit two-faced?
I say, love what you have at hand, and it will be your gold;
and reinvest your spirit when your temporal portal folds.
18 JUN 2003