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Come back to me old friend

That undefinable, undeniable essence

A wave of energy that carries through all you do, making everything better

That invisible jive only you can hear and dance to

Born in you, nurtured by you, taken by none

Yet, somehow hides in the shadow of stress and despair

No flashlight can find it, no begging, or pleading

Only when you step back into the sunlight, unafraid of what may be waiting there, will it reappear, rear up, and be free


Freedom of failure

It builds, silently grasping verbiage

Giving wings, falling short in mid flight

Words-shackle and key

Expressing and enslaving

Utilized, appreciated, while knowing the truth I seek to speak…ever on hold even when told

Until soul lingo we invent that illuminates emotions full intent

Breath of life

Spirit fight

Wearing hassle like graduation day tassel

Unearthing energy from the lower echelons-a reserve reserved for such occasions

An isolated isotope needing to neutralize, to reconnect

Redistribution explosive union

Tranquil tremulous ignition

Steady as she goes, whichever way the wind blows, where she ends up nobody knows

Happenstance or God’s Great Dance-either way I’ll take the chance

Addicted to the idea of who we should be-an illusion

Juxtaposition of control and fate

Locked in time ever present

Second hand counting up or down depending on the joy or frown

Like a clown faced monkey we perform to its tock letting it derive at what makes us tick

One hand our creation the other our downfall and the thin line eternally rotating through both

Second by second ascertaining our worth

Put a cog in the wheel and erase your expectation

Find contentment in the absence of containment

Silver bullet locked and loaded

Ink bled magnetic cement

Current on a bed of fiber soaking each utterance before it can breathe

Choking on triumphant hope-invisible cloak of armor

Your touch a fuse-electric-ignites my being

Trail blazing across my cheek

The trigger your thumb

Target my guttural impulses

A silent moan knows no home

Vagrant eternal

This love’s inferno hero

Ghosts in my mind tell me of things long forgotten from a time a part of me can’t forget. A part a person can not hide, even in the fathoms of lifetimes past-a sacred knowledge that is passed from the collective unconscious to the cellular existence…a birthright of souls from light to life. I miss the moist ground beneath my feet, the wind between my toes, sunscreen free sunshine, and berries on the trees. All I see now are their invisible, infinite shadows in a concrete jungle maze. Who are we in this dance of moments when the bell rings, and we race to the schoolyard with untethered abandon. So many bright lights trying to dodge the lamp shades determined to dim them. Vulture, or mouse, choice, or fate-we are all on this dualistic human rite of passage that our souls undertake…hard to tell sometimes which part is bumping around in the carriage and which is driving it. Freedom the restricted wilderness of our state parks, where for a minute you can taste the breath of eternity before closing hours when you return to the breath itself.

Song plays

I close my eyes feel rain the absence of pain

A warmth builds a bridge between the melodic lyrics and my heart’s rhythmic beat

I hold still in the negative entropy

Imploding and exploding, a reordered collapse of the space time continuum

Like an astral projection watching a tantric dreamy dance

The song ends-light changes

Matrix returns to “normal”

I step on the gas somewhere between mechanical and automated transport

To get from here to there..while really aren’t we all already there?

True Self awakening

Freedom Five

Elixir for life

Cat perched

Paws on fire

Silent guffaws answered in soaked laughter

Pushing through tears to transmute fears into faith

Joy and hope its own reward on Kerouac’s road to a detour around suffering

Asphyxiated enough by the diesel in our own engines

Destination irrelevant

Just wanting a journey to smile at

Beatnik dreams

Stillness exudes condensed confidence

A dichotomy of unsettled rest, or centered restlessness

To anchor the two allows a unification in the mirror between them

Revealing true peace



Within their coexistence

*A simply profound realization encapsulated by Lao Tzu, “Search your heart and see the way to do is to be.” 🙂

What if?…

The door never opened, or closed

The call was never taken, diagnosis never given

I turned the other way, walked away, left the party, went to the class, sat in another chair

Or crossed the grass, not in the dirt

Who would I be today?

Less joyous, hopeful, anxious, worried, alone?

Would the darker corners finally see the fragment of light, or shadow eclipse the bright?

Peel back the band-aids to reveal skin never scarred?

Or would I somehow remain the same, just in a different refrain?

What if amidst fate, choice, luck-there is no difference?

To the profoundly limitless potential of Spirit



March 2023


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