Waves and Streams

What did you say?
The water was high I could not hear you clearly
Level with me
what is it you want

are  you conversing with me or talking with me to yourself

Taking a Journey to the Essence. Breath. Truth.

a seed is no more a human than I am a tree.  

This thought causes me to wonder, if I were comparing myself to a tree? how would  I build a me?  What do I require - is it sunlight, water, nutrients,-- or something more like sanctity, a knowing of 'home', spirit of integrity

I lost myself in the opening of my soul
and now I have forgotten
what threads hold me together
'lostness' feeds a craving now
slipping down the rabbit hole
a muddy slide
while my psyche holds on
to tearing roots and crumbling hillsides

the mystery of one's darkness
the entire story is here
in these pages;
in the unfolding panic
the swelling fear
while truth holds me
like an eternal friend

What do blue skies and sunshine really mean?

structures and societies
beliefs and wisdom
choice and dreams
actually quite dynamic
but where do I stand really?
I am craving, desiring, reaching really
for a human connection - pulling hard
I am reaching in where depth loses me
 where not pulling feels like pushing
while pushing feels like not pulling

Driving West - Home From Tulsa

What if I was suspended here?
In this space,  for an eternity.
I would be overlooking dipping and rising
textures of landscape
with the sky-full of rolling clouds

God Never Existed Before?

I do now know that there is a God - or at least better said I FEEL as though there is a God
It is a thought - a temptation
I never meant to ask this question
and yet the answer appears as a golden apple before me

I came to wondering as I wrestled with what seemed like prison bars of eternity
and I asked myself what will I wrestle with when I lift the veil that reveals that which lies within and beyond my five senses - This inner determination, an insistence on a mythos
will it open to the center of Love?

The Mailman

He delivers tears
while hoarding this week's mail