Existence is a limitless screen of emptiness
Vibrant with jubilant celebrations
And gratitude for the joy in rolling a boulder blissfully up this steep hill.
Tripping over our own thoughts like loosened cobblestones,

We  no longer see the reality directly in front of us

The truth is a truce we struck with certainty ages ago.
After losing the desperate struggle...
To cling to some kind of hope buried deep beneath the root of ourselves.
I am fearful of fully failing myself and yet
I love myself best when I am alone with eternity.

Like a firefly fluttering between the twin palms of my hands...
Just let me cling to your light,
For the rest of the night  
and I’ll be alright.

A boy goes to school

And tears  his schoolmates apart

With metal piercing bullets.

This is normal now.

I'm a good catch.

I can see the thin edge where your tire hits the road.
I can see the stone that you just threw,  
Skip halfway across the world

This world slipping  past your fingertips.
I can hear your ears listening to the wind
I can see your eyes greeting the world
 
I can see your intent summon its consequence
I can see this in you because I can see this in me.
You are the sender, and what you send.
I am just reflection;
An open-palmed receiver of your gifts.
But I'm a good catch.
I can catch a falling girl, faster than a falling star.

Kali swirls her flaming dress,
Eyes flashing, she cracks open the sky above your head.
Kali beckons and seduces, then pulls you in,
Before devouring your mind.
With her insatiable, irresistible desire.

If you love your mind just let it go.
If you lose your mind don't worry
It will find you again, eventually.
Trekking across the tundra;
Scaling the icy ridges 

Crossing a vale of tears.

At midnight, in the dead of the night,

Your mind will tap you on the shoulder

and say ‘Here you are’!

Sitting all alone in the last place I looked.

While you are merely moonlight, 

Pausing to reflect on still black waters:
Make sure your back gate is left unlocked,

The next time you set your mind free.

Riding a Motorcycle
Before I start my engine
I know where I am going.
The motorcycle and I are one.
If the motorcycle goes fast,
I go fast.
If the motorcycle goes slow
I go slow.
If the motorcycle goes too slow
I fall over.
Ouch!

I didn’t get her name.
It was a hot and wet Saturday night;
So I left the screen door wide open
Hoping for some kind of change in the weather.
She strolled in like the queen of Sheba riding the night’s breeze,

Her inspection was clearly on schedule.
She let me imagine that it was my company that she was after.
By earnestly engaging my eyes with her face
Which she put close to mine and stared into my eyes
As if she were the last soul left on earth who still loved me.
 
All the while she scanned the kitchen floor 
Out of the corner of her sharp feline eye,
Having assessed my modest, meagre means
She walks straight back out the door she had walked in.
Leaving me  staring at the empty space she had deliberately left behind.

Paper Bag

I am a paper bag, I am.
I’m not the smart one,
I’m not the successful one
I’m not the tall one who always won and 
Then died. 
I am a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag, 
I’m not plastic, not I.
I am paper: rough, brown and thin
I’m not waterproof, you know.
And I can’t hold any liquids or gases within.
I only have room for the stuff that matters.
I’m a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

I am a paper bag.
Wrinkled and used and often abused
Thrown on the floor.
Buried deep inside your drawers.
I am a paper bag. 
That sometimes falls apart
I’m only as good as what I can carry.

©IgorGoldkind 2018

Thoughts are merely pebbles
Being gently washed by a passing stream.

You are the stream.

Thoughts are merely pebbles on a beach
Being gently rounded by crashing waves.

You are the waves.

Thoughts are merely pebbles in the sand.
Being gently worn away by the passing wind.

You are the wind
My words escape on.

Words are merely thoughts
Being gently read by a passing eye.

Yours are the eyes
That can read my thoughts.

An aesthetic is a polished stone of truth.
Where beauty shines its insight
Onto a multitude of reflective curves and planes.

Small wonder the world smiles upon the couplet
Who have shifted the surfaces they slipped from.
Orpheus and Eurydice reunited:

Having finally tripped out of the cave and into the sun.
Their outward smiles shining with the inner joy of a sight regained:
Love is the greatest beauty of them all.

I’m still choking on my own blood.

As it slowly fills my lungs.

I am drowning inside myself

The blood is mine; 
the air is gone,

Now so am I.


After death, there’s nothing more than that same familiar empty space 

waiting for your thoughts to refill it

Infinite & Eternal 
in every direction;
both up and down and beyond before.

encircled by the horizon.



This emptiness where your awareness doesn’t so much ‘go’ 
as recollect that it’s always been here.

look through this persisting dream! 

there is no afterlife because nothing, 

not even memory, is really destroyed.


just transformed 
into particles

into wavicles 

into higher frequencies,

your mind no longer fathoms,
so you leave 
your mind behind.



crystal

liquid,

gas,

plasma

your awareness is the fifth state of matter.

So who is this Soul that you sing of?
This silent witness
Who counts the leaves off  of trees  
instead of gathering them?
And raking them into a funerary pile,
Into the giant pile that your better self will fall from,
Or jump into.
Up to your eyeballs,
Up to your own private crown of thorns.