A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
Dynamic Relations
Until the endI absorb, store, and exploreMyselfDrawn deep within the infinitesimal seaOf receptivityLetting me be me Until the startI emit, share and provideMy non-selfWelcomed wide into the infinite seaOf continuity Letting me be me An empathetic, emotional selfGuided around and
Hearing Aide
Isn’t it tremendous What’s made possible And probable Where space is given notice, As more Than what’s not there, And instead everywhere; always Calling forth diversity~ Because it can and will Sustain us all in possibility If you just listen
Culture Shock
Oh how I get used; to this silent abuseNot hearing my response to an innermost callingAs you cover your earsBlocking my tearsOf ForgivenessSuch that the incoming noise is muffledAnd stifled in going one wayOr another Oh how I get used;
For the Masses
As you measure the seasons by boxing them inTo a concentrated number of possibilities.One.Two.Three.Four.Squaring the spheres, Delineating the holesAs a wholeInter-connection of discretionary individualsPitting one against the otherover/underWhether or not they stack upTo A or not A-One.And then you try
Currency Flow
Sojourning Once upon a tepid tide,An angler tread the local sole;Meandering a path of highish soilTowards his hidden spring-fed hole. Around him on this inter~way,Spoonbills pasture in needle brush;While at the fringe of watery spraySat rock louse, snails, and an
Inner Motivation
When we know infinite space To be the receptive influence That calls into energetic response We recognise our inner motivation With a sigh of relief And a breath of fresh air Which removes the suffocation Of abstract imposition That forces
Simplicity & Entanglement
When we disregard what’s intangible – Impossible to grasp Our minds get in a tangle Trying to get a grip On what they cannot see The holey wood within the vibrant trees The simplicity beneath the surface That brings to
Achilles Heal
A gap breathed space Into the fortress Of a soul walled in By dreaming of Absolute security In its individual completeness Elevated above some baseline standard Of soles firmly planted At odds with one as another In foundations of quicksand
A Simple Message
A simple message breathes into Mind. Immerse your Self in the Receptive Stillness of Space, Within Life,
As the Wind Blows Through Me
I am that empty tortoise shell This resonating chamber Made receptive by hollowing out, Which opens up when troubled or awakened By Apollo’s certain put-me-downs To let the wind blow through me As his lips play upon my voice Vibrating
