"Coming up on emptiness straight
ahead"...(you say to yourself)--
strange...the driver and driven
to point out emptiness.
Where does it begin, where does
it end?
Mind like a windshield illumined
by headlights...hellbent on
demystifying emptiness--plying
the road's will toward a name, and
a place.
Night...dark...emptiness behaving
as a metaphysical digestive system--
driver asking: "where to?"...
passenger answering: "straight ahead."
This could go on forever can't it?
Mind like a windshield illumined by
headlights...hellbent on demystifying
emptiness--plying the road's will
toward a name, and a place.
Note to Self: the driver, and the driven
are one.

As one disappearing in
an inward distance,
to reappear in an outer
one...there's an aliveness
here, and only here...
forever redefining
the essence of life.
The grass can never
stop telling you how
green it is.

~Everything existent,
and nonexistent is
looking right through
you...thoughts come
to wall off the directionless
run through~

Where is my
country, the stupendous
cut of my miraculous
share?
Where is my
country, whose tongue
wants more for the
vibrations it words?
Where is my
country... freer than me?

Everything succumbs
to a flood of memory...
a perfect recollection
of being in One Moment.
Every moment possesses
memory, memory consists
of moments.
Though there's only One
Moment with no need
of memory.
That which stands, must
know why it stood.

Sometimes I watch
a random stranger's
smile...just to see how
long it lingers upon
their face.
Secretly I wish it
remains discernible
well after its arising...
watching how
long joy can balance
the pitfalls of a face.

The wakefulness of Light
is utter, greater and greater
luminosities...sight
parting ways with sight,
to truly see.
Beautiful impasses...seeing
through now, now, and now.
Handing sleep to a body
with less frequency...
a stain of shadows upon
something, nothing--
seeing
itself as if for the first time.