There was an occasion in my life
In which I was immobilized
By such a heavy sense of doom
Even the bold procession of time
Was crushed beneath it’s weight.

Oh, how it felt like such a wretched violation
To watch my mummy excavated
Like an unrequited love turned to dust,
Raised the dead from ancient slumber,
Tightly wound in woven threads,
Lying dormant in the stillness,
Wherein death had come to die.

Torn asunder, clapping thunder
Struck a flash of lightning
From my worn and weary soul.
Then, I was space blown open
Like a limitless circumference
Ever-widening, Mouth of God
Wailing waves of Holy Om.

Like my sudden screams of terror,
With a force of equal power,
Overwhelmed the walls of silence
I had cast around the past.

Upon my waking up
and breaking through
to emerging echoes,
reverberating rings
of harmonious tone,
Rising up from the depths
of my terrestrial tomb,
A great transmutation did occur.

As the sound arose into the Light
A melodious blossom enchanted th’air
This mystical marvel unfolding in flight
Flowering symphonies, bursting with life.

Now, I am the Breath, unburdened
Released from a dull dis-union
Reclaimed by a Light, All-Knowing
I am a child with eyes, wide open.
I am a child with eyes, wide
I am a child with eyes
I am a child
I am
I

Like the sunlight in retreat,
still greets an evening moon
In this passing intermission,
they are sacredly attuned
With a sharing disposition,
one will offer to reflect
The Light that shines Eternal
keeps the promise to project

With pre-ordained precision,
rays of Light are tasked to trace
The constellations mapping out
the storybook of space
In kaleidoscopic fashion,
beaming Lights of every hue
Reveal the coded messages,
once hidden, into view

and mankind came together
on that July day

as they watched the historic
landing on the moon's lay

it was an event every corner
of the earth shall recall

the scientific endeavor
did so marvelously enthrall

Milky Way collides
With Andromeda; the result?
Wait, four billion years!

I miss Vicki
Poetess sublime
Nature is her nurse
She wrote her essence every time

I don’t know why she left
Like Aretha, made me cry
Whatever drove her off
I just want to say good-bye

Her comments-wise, encouraging
With love she shared her best
You’re sorely missed, Dear Vicki
Farewell Dear Poetess

The crowd squeezes me
back into non-existence
And the world, confines
the crowd
And the void pressures
the world into a sphere
And the universe prevents
the void  from spreading
wild and unchecked.
Ergo,
the universe is squeezing me
back into non-existence.

Like a ******* child
who’s diligent compression
might revert the flow of time
and compensate for
some ancient rash decision

And I
with all my puny might
push myself away from
the moment of conception
let out a mute defying roar
through gritted teeth
through arched back
and through a dripping brow
through trembling
and nausea
and bundles of strained muscles
that resonate
with ever shrinking frequency
until they reach
a breaking point
and crumple to a singularity

It is a battle lost each day
since universes, as they come
are infinite
and I infinitesimal
assigned a finite stay