Boundless

I hear myself within the sounds e c h o i n g through the Earth.

I am of the Earth when my fingers touch the leaves of the trees.

I am the son of a Mother with children in every possible form.

When I close my eyes and dream I become one with existence.

Boundless, 

                   infinite, 

                                 I travel beyond 

any imagined boundary.

In this Moment

It's too easy to be lost in the minutiae.

Pull back and look around 

for just a moment

I wonder from time to time

about the paths I considered as a younger man

I recall the desire to explore the possibilities 

of joining the priesthood 

when I was in junior high

 

Sitting at my desk writing

Listening to the worship music of

Turiyasangitananda

and eating a chocolate covered wafer

The stanzas are barely stanzas

and I don't care

What matters is now

Me here with myself

You here with me

This is how it will always be

It is how it has always been

All moments existing at once

Blessed Are The Stewards

You are blessed with time

You are blessed with life

Choose meaning for yourself

What has been told

What has been done

What have your eyes seen

Child of Earth

Child of God

Become the steward

Nonsense

It makes sense until it doesn't make sense

When it doesn't make sense 

you'll wonder why it's like that

and what to do about it

Then it happens again

and you're left wondering 

again and again 

at the whole of everything

and how it could possibly be like this

but you can't dwell on it

but your mind is tied to reason

and doesn't want to let this go

so on and on it goes

gaining speed inside your mind

until finally you throw 

your hands into the air

and let out an exasperated sigh

and go about your day

because there isn't much

to be done about it anyway

Oceans

There are no winds 

in our sails

yet still

we move

Don't pretend 

It doesn't suit your eyes

You tell the truth

through indirect means

Staring us in the face

looking back

meeting the gaze

Karma comes home 

to roost

Endless Finite

Everything is as true as we want it to be

Survive beyond the outer reaches of our infirmity 

Struggle bound to the marrow

Leave your bones unbroken

Tiredness Weariness seeps within

No time for surrendering  

Dig deeper Darling

Students of this twilight art

No masters among ourselves

Asking questions like Socrates did

If I were an albatross gliding 

upon invisible waves

I'd be content

in the endless finite

Make it obvious if you wish

Cloud it in black mists

Hide it whatever way

seems best

I'm tired

I've been tired

and it feels 

like an endless day

and night

of exhaustion

A marathon

with no beginning

middle or end

I hunker down

I try and wait it out

It must have 

greater patience

than I ever could

A Turning of Seasons

How slowly the world moved

as a child in the classroom

moments before the bell rang

freeing you for a season

Luxuriating in the days 

of your youth 

Freedom of the purest kind

Hiding and seeking 

Chasing each other

around the neighborhood

Cars in the street driving by

never bothering to slow

Be careful your mother said

One afternoon

a smear of crimson

on the asphalt

Summer turned to Fall

All the Angels in the Heavens

All the angels are looking down

watching over us

wondering where 

it all went so wrong

Their fates are their own

some of them say

We should intervene

and show them the way

say the others

Yes but they are so stubborn

and will rarely listen

say yet others

What is to be done?

They look towards the Father

and he looks back

in silence.

I can hear the voices down the hall. They are coming for me.

There is no more time for fear. This was unavoidable.

Now the inevitable must be faced. Hard rubber soles 

amplified on a stone floor. Murmurs. Measured pacing.

They have found the door. The furniture is barricading it.

I have moments. This is it. That's all there is to it. 

We are no better than who we were as a species several hundred years ago.

Our base nature is unchanged. Technology, shifts in culture, these are cosmetic 

differences that are merely new paint on old walls. 

Godly

I see you

I see the pictures of you

    smiling beautifully

    looking into the camera on your phone

You might be at home

    or at the park

    or shopping for groceries

You are squeezing your husband tight

Smiling

    that beautiful gleaming 

    white smile

Your children are beautiful

Happy

Laughing

Seeing the world in your eyes

Living that comfortable

suburban life

in a quiet neighborhood

with too many bored police

So Godly

So good

A saint by any other name

There's been a fly in your home

Your youth was a delight

You never had any doubt

    you would be a mother

It was all you ever wanted

You don't talk about politics

    but it's not for lack of interest

People wouldn't like who you support

They'd judge you

They would look down on you

They'd abhor the thought

    someone so good and kind

    could support such a man

Such a man

Godly

    isn't he

A strong man

A strong man standing up

    to speak for the common man

A strong man with simple words

    even a halfwit could understand

He's a good man

A good man

You're a good woman

A good mom

A good daughter

    even though your mother was a drunk

A good sister

A good friend

Godly

Goodly

You don't need to care 

    what anyone like me thinks of you

It doesn't matter to you

It doesn't change the happiness in your life

It doesn't matter what the mobs are doing

    what the mobs are thinking

    listening to such a good man

Such a Godly man

You let someone else's words speak for you

That your eyes are

OPEN

even though you're half blind

You're a good woman

A Godly woman

God loves you

He'll look after your family

The mobs will never be at your door

In your car

driving down the highway

waving the flag

honking the horn

letting the world know

you're a good woman

a Godly woman

and no one is going to convince you

otherwise

The flowers are forgetting 

what you told them 

to remember.

Days of Ringing Bells

Listening to silence

flow peacefully from lips

so used to speaking

of their rightness

and righteousness

Death and disorder

are reality

A ringing bell echoes

until a crack 

appears 

and tears it 

asunder

 If I couldn't change I'd be dead already

Days and months stolen from us 

A heist of the only thing of real value

History made

Decency laid waste

Drowned

I find myself at water's edge

in a city that is always drowning

Your reflection is in the water

though you have long left

I reach down and touch a stone

smoothed over from the tides

A familiar weight grasps 

my fingers

I hear whispers

and feel only wind

If This Is Now Then So Are We

Endlessly waiting for a day 

of blooms 

Caught in antiquated modes

My finger cracks at a joint

A sign of invisible distance

She is sleeping 

and I am listening

as I wait 

for the room to warm

Time passes and never ages

Perhaps merely an illusion

This moment is here

It is here now 

for you

Waiting for the moment

It never comes

until it does

and then

how does one know

The First

The fireworks have long since been silenced

A new day long turned to evening

New firsts become experience

I wonder what comes next

I wonder if it matters

Would I change anything

if I knew the future

Would I remain here

waiting for a sign