Night Places

I'm glazed over
In here
Out there - a mellow, dribbly midnight.
But the galaxies, the waves and the wind
Burst and rip and tear and soar
In me
Through me
In the pupil of the sun
Warm and dark in a face too bright
It is here
That each blink is a drumbeat
A rhythmic ebbing into the endless skies
And in this eruption of blinking drums
I am enclosed
In the sun's eye
And I view the world
Inside

I'm glazed over
And like that, I'll stay
This world, just a frame
Infinity is within.

The Merge Philosophy

The distant, seemingly indistinct line
between the city and the sky,
the light and the dark - neither together
nor apart -
I see the sever. I sit there
sometimes to look at the stars
and cry that lights blind the heaven
and how easy it becomes to get lost
in this curvature, illusory
yet as real as I am.

The merge of mind and matter
of brick and mortar
blood in water...diluted enough
to disappear.
In transparent ignorance we work.
And I see the mensicus
sometimes.
And I admire its great curve
from my fleshy cave
and I believe (utter folly)
in swimming with the stars.

But no penetrating point
can exist. So perpetual
questions meet doubt
and misty mind mountains
will cloud my sight
and I'll ache
in the absence.
That, just above the city.
Just below the stars.

The Big Bang

“It isn't by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”
― Ken Kesey, Kesey's Garage Sale 

crépuscule

Little nightjar
Quiet song
In the drizzle
With lilies and willows
Fills the hole
I'm home.

Bring Spring

Sometimes, there's a looming mist in the midst of my smile

The world is dark
and strange
When goggly moon eyes
drip rain.

Thoughts

What's shown
Is the strength of the mind,
When their ideas meet mine.

If I'm proud
their thoughts are pushed to the ground,
And I'm a blind who thinks she can see.

Yet the norm prevails
I change the course of my sails,
I'm an ice cube in the sea.

How I wish
I could persist,
And make yours, theirs and mine agree.