never let go of your ghosts
my successes are what i let go of first. my failures i like to ruminate on. not with self pity but just so i can round off the corners before storing them in my mind. i dont want to hurt myself with the past. what i really want to do is see things no one can see. a still mind reflecting a full moon from a special place in the universe.
i leave myself behind
at the tall pine
implications in hello
the older i get the more i read into everything i do or say. not a good habit really. letting go entirely is what we miss out on when we fear falling through our own empty spaces. i see the way hello fills those spaces for me. but every hello carries the implication of a goodbye. but still it is so nice to smile despite any implications.
i give a salute as they pass… the path where the deer disappear
rising through the room. smoke through empty space. twisting toward the ceiling fan all my troubles let go of me.
on auto repeat
you never know if you are right
i believe in uncertainty. the one constancy in the universe. physicists know this. the average person would benefit from an understanding of the ‘uncertainty principle’. people see it in operation every day but refuse to accept it. but in life to accept the seemingly imperfect as the perfect is the secret to true mastery and compassion. nature on the other hand thrives on random disorder. animals and mountain ranges learn and adjust to every movement in the universe. only humans are arrogant enough to even contemplate control. which is why we are more likely to become extinct than any other species. me. i am a one of a kind. and so are you. before we go extinct let us write short poems and drink wine.
an unkindness of ravens
drives all order
from my mind
mask for an idol
tea cups that have been seasoned with age are the best. cracks sealed with superglue hold tight the past from the present. all my repairs ignored. meet me in the now.
in strobe lights
the cling of conviction
conventional wisdom is the lowest form of thought. i prefer the highly convoluted simplicity of the truly wise. buddha said it for me ‘know who you are. be what you know’. finding yourself is the work you wake up with every day. the rest of your life just falls into place after that. i take that walk in the woods i have not attended to lately. the wind blows me away.
the stubborn leaves
on the oak
light breaks in the trees
something there is about the moon. poets are in love with it and nasa too. why something dead. a stone covered in dust. what about it is the attraction. its value eluded me when i was a kid. when i got older i learned that everything we are on earth is dependant on it. not just the tides. not just a pretty light in the sky. if the moon were to disappear tomorrow we would shortly all be gone. a fascination with our own mortality is what keeps us looking at the moon. but most of us dont have any idea that this is true. check it out for yourself if you dont believe me. the gravity of the moon will amaze you.
i tell the skeptic
cher has cherokee blood
the real you
the body you inhabit is not you. that collection of flesh bone and blood is just a potential meal for a hungry lion is all. you are the lion the forest the plains the clouds the mountains and the rivers. my smile is the pines and the birch my greeting wave.
the universe flows
seeing past all form
looking down the road until it disappears. we got the ‘flat earth theory’ that way you know. then they walked a little further. the road turned. a little further and it got straight. then the mountains appeared. before they knew it an ocean stretched out before them longer than the road ever was. or so it seemed. then they got in a boat and sailed out. three months later there was more land. another path. what we see is not all we know. but if we sit and look. it all comes to us.
the sound of a motorcycle
takes me away
but seriously now
i joke around too much. people actually have to be told by me that i was ‘just joking’. once in a while though i hit too close to home and my jokes bite me in the ass. for instance never joke about a spouses infidelity. yeah that one can rub the scab right off the wound. best to stay with the tried and true i say.
a cowboy & a dog…
tell me if you have heard it before