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 

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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.

Little Brother

Little Brother, look down
The alley's going grey,
I don't remember what
I came to find today.

Tell me, Little Brother,
Is your truth the same as mine?
When you see the city magic,
I see the city grime.

How do you, Little Brother,
Look up - what have you found?
The sky swells in your eyes
While my head tilts to the ground.

Personify the smoke trails
And roofs in dimming light.
I merely heave a sigh
And draw curtains for the night.

Lie awake and listen
Whence the grown-ups' voices stem.
I'm dreaming of a time
Once, when I looked up at them.

Concentrate on silence,
Outside noise leaks into minds.
The buildings block my sunlight,
I'm left cold and scared and blind.

Little Brother, please
Hide city-sewage from your eyes,
For if you don't expostulate,
Your innocent soul dies.

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