There is a a time to laugh
A time to sing
A time to cry
And a time to scream
Time's unmeasured
In moments unseen
Do the best you can
In this waking dream

My days keep passing
Right on by unnoticed
Unhindered in any way
By my ineffective
Inconsequential
And wholly insignificant
Dull gaze
Only moments
Those are all I see
Not the hours
Nor the days nor the
Meaningless long weeks
They never mean near as much to me
As those moments that always onwards flee.

When the final day songs have been sung
And the new night songs have not yet begun
The deafening silence of the twinkling twilight
Is the splendid calm before the sonorous night:
Clear now as a bell, the frogs and crickets sing –
And I feel the wonderment, the joy,
Of simply being.

Is there anything more terrifying
Than not knowing what
You‘re going to say?  

I can’t think of anything-

Do they always Say
What they mean – what they
Do you mean
Anyway? Anyhow
Oh wow my dear
You’re here – here
Nowhere with me -

We - you and me are
Have been will be
All. One. Everything.
Everywhere nowhere all
Now here, my dear.
We’re all here
All one in the same.

The same, the same, the
Circlingcurving same –
So don’t be afraid
Of not knowing
What you’re going to
Say --

Think of something –
Anything and nothing –
Dreaming beyond knowing
Your truth back to way.

Jump without leaping into
The unknown
And you’ll be the first
One to go.

Towing the Line

I drag it behind me,
Push it out in front,
But it seems I’m always
Never near enough.
The past plagues my present,
I worry the future now,
All the while forgetting
The way; the why; the how
To toe the line between
The “then” and the “will be” –
To simply walk on the brink
Of the joined eternities.