Silence, perfect - no words needed
In the sublime, calm presence of you.
Within, something is dancing
So subtle and grand, so
Delicate and full of life.

Outside, breath is the only
Movement in the stillness
Of eternal presence, gentle,
Warm, the music for my soul.

With one hand on your heart,
Another on your lap,
Eyes shut, imagine being
The center of everything.

How the energy converges at your core,
The lightness of losing form,
The movement of the breath from
Emptiness to life, eternal cycle.

Enjoy the sound of silence for
A moment of eternity, the luminous
Glow from withing and throughout.
Come back. Look out.

Everything, exactly as it should be.

When you left the emptiness
Beside me somehow grew emptier,
The walls caved in closer around me,
The air became thinner.

In the absence of you the presence of joy
Seemed contradictory, like a
Bright sunset on a cloudy evening,
Or a good dream on a sleepless night.

Whatever part of me you took with you,
You can keep it as you keep yourself
Away from me, and I will find it again
And become someone you never knew.

Submerged in zero gravity, the mind
Free floating, un-anchored, in the space
Surrounding the fixed point, a focus,
Seen from every perspective,
Holding its own emptiness from where
There is no turning away. But how
Captivating the vacuum is, in it
A carousel of imaginary views,
In the shape of anything desired and out of reach. I would spend an eternity in
This holographic void.

Upright, shuffling forward
With time and space
Navigating through the light,
Responding to frequencies,
Degrees of temperature,
Unseen fluctuations, unknown
Ever-changing phenomena
Impermenant, ever ending and
Locked in the present, but never
Still in it, always
Transformed by the inner
And outer, and looking
To find oneself, the elusive
Being, somewhere,
Everywhere in between

Lingering salt from the risen sand
Reminisces of a sea-side land
I have abandoned in search of peace
Arriving inland - no sea, no release
From the concrete-desert landscape
Bricks and bridges, and no escape
For the dirt from pores into water
Only mortar and glass, but the latter
Like the sea, shines and reflects
Made of sand, this mirage protects
The memory of this desert land
Where light, reflected, on the skin lands
Like airplanes arriving from distant lands
Where pigment - the only reminder that stands
Free from our far-fleeing, wandering hands

The Youth breathes new life into
Dried up old words on dead tree sheets
Unveiling new meanings to the same old
Symbols, seeing new signs.

The forest is clearly visible from space
But the trees are palpable, hence
More real to those who rummage in
The darkness with old eyes

When "I have a bad feeling about this"
Stops evoking "disobedience" and starts
Beckoning "tell me more," the dizzying
Roundabout motion of history

Will take the nearest exit
Into new possibilities,
Never before envisioned,
Newly dreamed.