06292017

the chirp and trill of nature

its thistly restlessness

its intoxicating disregard

i dwell within the tension of that pulse

now. and. now. and. now.

06232017

to a thought that dropped by, uninvited:

you offered a pronouncement, bluntly

i offered a response, politely and untruthfully

but here is a truth,

because i should say it:

i think, in this moment,

about how accidental you are

how incidental,

in your own inconsequential way

how small you are, and

how i trifle with your nothingness, and

how you keep returning

for more… and more… and more

06192017

another mindful serendipity...

emptiness 

fills the hours

not for an absence of

things to do

but for an absence of

emptiness

06152017

stillness.

oh, and gratitude!

.

.

.

so long as this space unfolds,

i spread myself within it

like sun rays in rippling water.

06112017

you ask me what thoughts

ravaged me all night as

i lay awake, alert,

vigilant.

but, the thoughts are not at fault,

i think to myself.

it was the sound of the wind

wrapping its wings around

the flowering daisies,

its hunger raw

with certainty.

06072017

to one who stopped in after a spell of time:

i am the one constant in this garden of 

undressed words and candid life. 

you will come. 

you will go. 

i will stay. 

watering my thirsty soil. 

nursing my primal roots of humanness.

.: loss∞desire∞obsession :.

if you tread,

tread gently, please.

06032017

she said,

it’s been so long.

i said,

so long since when?

she said,

since we last sat together.

i said,

time is a social construction.