The sky cannot get through
a day of blue
anymore
...and what happened
to those billows of white
took my mind to flight
in their pure puffy
“Imagine that!”
We had names for our dreams
back then
When nature was art....

We just went with it

when there is nothing else to do i write
when all the six tastes become one
when the idea of fun loses its meaning
when distraction has no longer won the game against awareness
when every day becomes the same essence

I write:
I write because i am alive
and because i wish to know the empty nature of the mind
i write because life is a story
and i am slowly becoming aware of the plot
i write because the characters are meaningful to me
i write because i am empty of conceptual authority
i write because of the phenomenology of awareness
i write because life is not separate from me

I write because lies and truth often appear the same
if we understand virtue
if we comprehend merit
if we seek enlightenment
then we must share it

it may be blasphemous
it may be unpopular
it may be delicate
it may be oracular

i'll write it anyway

just in case
you’re in a dark place
and can’t seem
to find a light switch
or matches even
I want you to know
you are loved
maybe not by yourself
yet
but you are
even though it sounds
like a fairytale for now
at some point
you’ll find the light switch
or the matches
and you’ll be able to see
that the fairytale
came true
and you’re the one
that made it happen

For my baby
I give hope.
The hope that you will be happy
The hope that you find love
The hope that you are always safe.

For my darling
I give trust
Trust between your friends
Trust between your family
And trust between your lover

For my child
I give strength
Strength to move on
Strength for when I am gone
Strength in the presence of brawn!

For my love;
There is nothing
I would not give you
I wish to never outlive you

And I'd love to forever love you.