Monday, November 24, 2014

First Tap



It all begins
   as a pin pick
      on the fabric
         of void.

One finger tap
 to the tightly stretched
  drum head of eternity
     silently waiting
         to sing.
One tap
   just one
     one note
        and all the universe it's echo.
       
What is the beat?
   where the rhythm?

Who is this drummer
   and what is the song they play?




Monday, November 17, 2014

Momenubbles

Moments, self-contained, infinite, bubbles, eternally real.  Each born into their center flowing to a unique originating past and outward into a future without limit or boundary.

Strung together, tethered by consciousness, each by its own existence, butting up against another making it the lie, never merging or blending into a stream.  

So time flows from one moment through to another to contain them, it’s self another lie and illusion of consistency. 



Sunday, November 16, 2014

There is nothing

(There is deep inside, silent, without cause or reason
in core of my soul
an eternal pain and deafening sadness which
as long as I can remember
has always been there)

There is no drink that will get me drunk enough
            to forget and deaden that pain
There is no drug that will get me high enough
            to put a smile on that sadness
No vision or dream that could ever come true
            that would make this life worth the living
            or it’s ending worth the dying

Only the smile in your eyes,
            the joy in your words and
            the kiss of your lips on mine
 that makes it so.