Wading

I'm wading into your waterin a unceasing surrender, just breathand let the condensation gather on the glassI am emptied as a cupfor you (someone?) to fillI am stung by life, a beeenraptured in my false visioninquiring at every positionWhat is life?but a lived questionWhat is life?but squeezing the grace of giftand being inebriated on the… Continue reading Wading

impermanence

I feel it coming onlike a veil in the nightafter all the reminiscingand redactionidentifying the flawsa reencounteringit was a trojan horse third wheelingthese flashes of the irean insipid betrayalburning deep into the nighta loss of white robes Now recognize it's impermanence and let it fade into the wind

Stupor

I fell into a stuporAll aroundTransfixed moonshot boundinsomniacmoon walkingCrawling inchwormI see it nowIn the crowning of birthIs our coronationA blithe sensationTell me I amOf worthinessEarthboundAnd yet otherworldlyTell me my allegianceFloundering in my innermost beingGasping a fish out of waterCircumspect of possibilitiesYet immobile

free form

I wanderaroundthe fringes of this continentin this translucent free formlustful for lifein free fall through darkness and lightgrasping to a handrail while making a climband yet I know the timesin memoriam of the long weekendI slip in and outof your unbraided reality

 Falcon  1/7/2023

Be on the concave  Burrowing deeper within the crust  Driven by discovery   To unearth the inner core with our trowels  In spite of grinding of molars at night  In spite of hip tension     I choose Exodus   Rather than settling  U-turning back to a beginning   I choose to challenge falsities and self-blame    I choose Life  With… Continue reading  Falcon  1/7/2023

Across the Grain (HPNY) 1/1/23

A sigh of relief   Respite from disease   Sight and desire   Sunday afternoon showers  Shivering in the glacier melt A rush a blood- numbing to the head   Controlled contracted exhalation     Just a numbers game   Existence is only a game  Exclamation a newish year     In this barren womb of life  I will never be exhumed    Caught in… Continue reading Across the Grain (HPNY) 1/1/23

Mandala 1/6/2023

Mandala swirls and currents of my life  Rolling Riptide grasping my heel  The Now is the only Age of any practicum    When the tongue is loosened   Desire for freedom from tripping over hurdle predictions   And self-impediments   I behold that which resides within   Swaddling a warm embrace of surrender     and  self-acceptance    I fold and bend according … Continue reading Mandala 1/6/2023