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?

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. 

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.