She taught me not to fear death

It’s just part of living

Now every time that I go and visit her

My soul hurts and heart sinks

She’s waiting to cross that bridge

Gone are the stories she used to tell

As far back as 1936

All the great details she could recall

Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery

I kiss her cheeks…

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sending messages to other trees through there roots

talking quietly, lest the mortals listening will know their story

my soul whispers my dreams to their leaves

ever stoic, they never tell anyone

one might think they are lone soldiers

but this isn’t true; they are connected through their umbilicus to the Earth

they have…

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Across Multiverses

Somewhere out in the world right now

A woman is opening the door

Getting bad news as she holds her children

While somewhere in a different universe

She is welcoming her husband home

And maybe somewhere in the multiverse

He is still searching for her…

Somewhere in the world right now

A child is…

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You are very much in my thoughts

and meditations…

You are one of the reasons I started

writing poetry again…

You are one of the best people

I ever knew…

I love you…

<#3

Free Spirit

I'm a free spirit, so I'm told

born in a body, caged for a living
free to get shackled to some body's striving
free to fulfill the old body's needs
free to react to other bodies' deeds
free to embody whatever's within reach
free to follow what incarnate idiots preach

I'm a free spirit, it's allegedly dharma
born as a soul in…

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It feels like magic—

Words bubble up,

pen marks on paper,

fingers on keys.

Where does it come from?

I don’t think it’s me.

It’s like I’m tuning into

some frequency;

one that’s been waiting

to be heard.

I’m not sure if I should

even take credit

for writing these words.

4/6/21

Rise to the Challenge 


As we walked through the door
long since glimpsed as open
waiting for so many years
we knew it had been 
a training for just 
this moment

All of a sudden the cards reshuffle themselves
the decades spent in training make total 
sense where the stakes had been 
ramped up and up and up 
and surrender finally 
is the only…

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If you had asked

I would have been honest.

But you always seem to look away

When things get real.

Are you more comfortable

With the mask?

Does authenticity scare you?

Are you running from me?

Or are you running from yourself?

Don’t you want to leave the bullshit behind?

Don’t you want to transcend the lies?

Or are you content…

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Storms will pass. Duck your head and push on through. Mind your footing, protect your eyes.

Blue sky’s are just over the next rise.

🌬

I.You.We

Once we make the selection-we

auto/mechanically emphasize the

other side, this being a duality based

reality, this being a matrix of

seeing – Sent adrift in these rhyme

shifts, into dark spaces and places

in rifts of consciousness: Adrift.

Oracles surface in the space of the

dice meeting surfaces paved and

unpaved. Through
The

Writing.…

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[Puff of Smoke][Tuft of Clouds]

I

The sight of combustion. Self willed

brilliance

of:

Fire. The formula of smoke – Rising

announcement from chamber

of chiminea, spiraling

the caliber

of

a circle. Opening into window

II

Every equinox is entailed and entrained

in every other equinox, like eternity in

every espy of the sun.

Poetic gold

III

I can hear the…

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Upon Rocket Stove

A place, perfectly hidden, cave-like

containing outer space [Silence] wave

like – Wholly ensconced chamber

and manger – [Strangest of Strangers]
The animals know all, knowing of

the impending snow fall. To further [Ensconce]

Sound of vehicle, drifting into distance. Mind

Open, eyes closed, drifting without resistance:
Everything…

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What is Central is Transcendental

The odyssey of consciousness

Depths of sight and that which we sought to see
Everything scatters upon shadows shifts

Every happening occurs in scurrying obscurities

All surfaces are depths of symbols inviting seeing
Mechanism of multi tiered fusions
Each a frequency inside the revolution of light

Each…

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The Say of The Way

We are

for

the art

We have

found

our heart

Such a

beautiful

music

Beginning to play in the sway of the milky way

All it takes

is

fingertips to key
Such

a

succulent

sound

Setting the soul: Free

Having

its

Say - Finding the way

***
Cipher

Poems

***

Author’s Note:

It matters to me a lot to write every day, for a variety of reasons…

I…

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Symphony of Moments

I

Levels of incarnation

in

A: Puff

of

Smoke

II

Everything

in

It’s: Place – To see

Place to be

The face

of

The fire

III

Shooting stars across fetus membranes

of

The birth of themselves

IV

Life of artist so like a life like portrait: On fire

V

Framed in segments – Named in segments

VI

I watched in silence, the flames rising lower – higher

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Manifestation [Let There Be Ink]

Wave as: Origin

The blank page, an – Awakening
An unfolding

from

an enfolding

of

An: Idea. Manifestation

out

of

rare- air

That which was

not

There. Until

You

were: Here. That

which

shall never

be

again. When

You

are no longer:

Here. A capacity

of

an audacity

to

face the white-space

Face

to

Face. And say: Across

this…

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Superposition

becomes known

in the moment

of its observation.

Observation

objectifies

subjectivity

in the moment

when

it is

no longer

moving,

and we

can measure,

however lacking

in substance,

because

this

time

(in the moment)

lacks

absolute

accuracy

measurement

in the whole

of the universe

we

live in.

In this

documentation

of its energy…

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Heart & Mind: A Design

Looking back, quantum dust -

Connecting the present to the past.
All that was said and done -
When we thought we would never be

Done

&

Dead. Today, I reach forth for yesterday -

Wondering how

far the

wandering of existence

will take me

into the horizon. Between here

&

Infinity. Seeming meaning

to

Meaninglessness
Form

to…

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Profound

Walking, meeting

curvature of shoulder,

telepathies, sought after

by secret selves – A world

so cold, seemingly

too old.

Hoping to find hope
Like the

ellipsis of planetary

bodies

touching dark side

apogees
suspended in the

stillness of relativities and velocities

To know

there is dreaming

is to know

there is meaning

Just as the cosmos…

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