Whether age time or modern thought
Has brought about
The loss of hope dreams and magic
Acceptance of nothingness
Life and it’s meaninglessness
Denial of the patterns
Revealing connection to more
Instead deemed mental illusions
For those satisfied with becoming fertilizer
Nothing beyond/more

Real or not it doesn’t matter
The beyond brings life to the moment
Magic gives rise to hope
More than the eyes perceive
Experiencing endless possibilities
Revealing truth from within
Unseen but through belief

All such things are tarnished
Replaced by anger and skepticism
Brought about by authoritative concepts
Used to control rather than to release/free
Closing the mind to infinity
Imprisoning the heart
Torturing the soul
Leaving us blind to reality
Hanging from the tree of calamity/fear
Condemning the imagination
In exchange for immediate gratification
Accepting death/finality
Drinking poison disguised as nectar
Rejecting the ambrosia offered so freely
To all who are willing to believe





Feelings deep and rich
Profound inner experiences
Caused by external interactions
Often causing confusion
Between the inner and outer life

Soft as a rose petal
Strong/enduring resolve
In a seemingly brutal/uncaring world
Naively used/hurt
Can only blame the self
For being who you are
Self hatred/destructive
Struggling to exist

Gentle touch
Caring heart
Understanding soul
Intense compassion
Priceless qualities
Often regarded as idealistic
No monetary value
To the society
That aches for/crying out
For these very things
Regarding them as weakness


In a selfish/self serving world
One can only live for themselves
Nothing else matters
But one’s own survival
Exploit/use/abuse for gain
Mock the weak
Fear age/death
Seek eternal youth
Desire merely to desire
Possess simply to possess
To fill the inner emptiness

Lying on soft green grass
Looking up to blue cloudless skies
Cooled by the shade of a willow tree
Listening to songs/birds singing joyfully
Quiet stream flowing near
Splashing fish darting/dancing
Peacefully absorbing life as it passes
A tear fills the eye
Upon the cheek moisture builds
Release from the pain/sorrow of humanity

The Seed

It’s strange to be strange
Different in many ways
That can’t be changed
Nor rearranged
While looking the same

Something inside
Where the heart resides
Reflects a different light
Seen but not described
Hidden within the origins of self
Like looking for black upon black
There but not revealed
Yet affecting everything

In youth
It caused much distress
As time passed
Brought insight
Into a world much larger
Than eyes perceive
Deep within
Where all is sin
The heart reveals
The true self
Held in contempt
Until one can only cry
“Why must I lie
Hiding all that I am
And all that I ever will be
Simply to satisfy
Your finite demands
And desires
While a true miracle unfolds
Like a seed in the soil
Bringing forth



In the sky illuminating
Planets, stars, satellites
The image of all life
Home beyond this petty place
Imprisoned to endure
Within a physical encapsulation
Obscuring the soul’s vision
Of the true reality
And nature
The unsevered truth

Becomes a lie
Reasoning defies
Like following a map
Without direction
Nor knowledge
Of the terrain
Aimlessly wandering
Within endless questioning
Tormenting the mind
Fracturing the vision
Of the soul
The eternal/innocent child
Within us all

Opens the heart
Calmness allows compassion
Gentleness forms forgiveness
For self and others/all
The act of living creation
Without expectation
Following the patterns
As they open
Like flowers in spring
Revealing the brilliance
The light of the universe
From within


Living Memory

Passing through the years
The decades
Each at different stages
Some finishing up
Others starting out
Many in the middle
Making sense of it all
In their own way
Striving to be…

Within the human motion
Some seek to be noticed
Others prefer not to be seen
Many simply living
The drama unfolding
Moment after moment
Joining into a lifetime
Year after year
Changing perspective
From youthful idealism
To latter cynicism
Throughout it all
Life remains the same
Cyclical expression
While we change to fit the reality
Of what we have come to believe
Life to be
In the end
We realize
It is all merely a memory


A Moment Passing

In life
We believe
We dream
We perceive
Hoping tomorrow will be better
Preserving life as we know it
Attached to an idea
Fearing the loss
Of what we believe to be real

We play our roles
To fulfill our needs
Created by the past
Refined by experiences
Defined by the conditions
Placed within us from birth

Alone in the present
As we pass into the unknown
Deep within we know
All is not as it seems
Afraid to look
Beyond what we see
Fearfully we live
Hiding away within the image
Of what we are expected to be
Based on what we perceive
As reality

Within the body resides
Our true essence
Passing through space and time
Experiencing duality
Within a moment
Of blind cognition
A feeling of separation
Like falling into the abyss
Only to wake within the light
Of unity everlasting


Within A Dream

From the mists of slumber
Into life, alive
Like a dream
From a dream
Which is which?

The imagination
Forming perception

Create impressions
Arouse memories
Fill emptiness
With apparitions
Spirit enchantment
Feelings of delight
Beyond sight

Molecules interacting
Within every moment
Never lapsing
All alive
Beyond the eyes

All that seems to be real
Is merely a creation
The minds perception
A momentary conjoining
Of sensory and physical
Defined as reality
Experienced as a dream
Somewhere between repose
And waking
We are alive
In this time
Where illusion/reality






In youth
Wondering why
Upon waking
Finding myself here
Strange to think
Stranger to say
Perplexed looks
Standing at a distance
Madness to wonder

Most accept
What they see
As reality
They are free
Dream to be
Anything else
Than what they see
Within the mirror
Denying reality
Their truth
For the current trend
Acceptance of family/friends
And those
Who believe
Only what they see
Within the mirror

Within the past
Beyond this time
There is a line
Each thought
All leading…
Each making claim
To a moment
Declaring immortality
Within the very essence
Of humanity
While residing
In the present
All remains unseen
History reveals
The interaction
of everything
The grand organism
Past, present, future
All one life
One moment
The present





Away from the noise
The frantic, manic motion
Of the modern world
It’s commotion to acheive
Possibly nothing
Other than the action
Neither forward or backward
Simply to cause a reaction
To believe they’re doing something

All is optics
An image of what seems
Delusionary dreams
Coming forth upon the screen
Pretending to be anything
Feel anything
Within the cold and empty existence
Arising from lack of imagination
And magic

Away from the ever chattering faces
Ever talking about meaningless things
Groups of “experts”
Expressing opinions with little basis
Except for their biases
Attempting to define policy
As well at their status
Within society

The warmth of January
Reminds me of March
Peaceful walks
Amid the chaos of traffic
All going somewhere important
While I wander to a path
Until all that sounds
Are the birds in the trees
A gentle breeze
Away from the haste and noise
The insanity
Of the ever important human agenda
Looking up to the clear, blue sky



Beyond Everyday

Many things have been missed
So many things remain unseen
It is still good to dream
Maintaining forward motion
In a world of conflict

Beauty fills the horizon
While trapped within the present
Held captive
Within the monotony of human society
It’s desires and expectations

Reaching out to the distant sunrise
Seeking to experience the warmth
While standing deep within the valley
Amid the cold, dense, humid air
Almost suffocating

A bird flies overhead
Images fill the mind
Longing fills the heart
Your warm hand clasps my arm
Face illuminated by the sunlight
Eyes sparkling with delight
Captivated by the wonder
Smiling beautifully
Expressing a moment of release
Into the horizon of dreams