A passage in perfect
stillness...as untold
masses gather to
behold the truth
of their being.
The life of a year--
coming up, and
popping as a bubble
from deep down...
surfacing new life.

The way a
title wave crashes
on shore...
and lesser waves
sup what's left
of it...saltwater
blithering to sand
about the logic
of destruction,
ergo emotion.

Light enfolded--back sliding down
a wall of one's world.
In epiphanies of mourning.
Informed motions gone through.

A multitude of faces
choir in various
states of grace.
They must be shown
to their respective
mirror, if multiplicity
should cease.

These infantile, and awkward
steps to the Countless Embrace.
Reliving sunless suns, the blackened
circles of a karmic dance.
Dizzy as ever, dear Lord...still as ever, dear Lord...
center to circumference, drop to ripple.
Tracing newer and newer boundaries
in your Zen-white.
Self-crossing, and aloft...bliss-born
every moment, a Spark in an undulant veil.

As clouds poring
over a flaring face...


risen beyond
feeling to raise a
face to a sky, and
shed convulsive tears
of dissolution.


If it is what it is...
I'm not what I'm not.

Eyes go to the ground
in such a way...the sky
sees a pair of feet and
understands.

Of blood and apathy,
as water left running...
heedlessly.
Of blood and apathy,
as water left running...
heedlessly.
Of blood and apathy,
as water left running...
heedlessly.
Warm then cold...so
**** cold.
As if the human race,
is survived by the human race.

Wanderer, signing off with
worming vacancies...heard
by golden silence treading
the floorboards of heaven.
Given to evolving vacuity...
wide-eyed son
undone by inner vocality.
Knowing distance is the
crux of a hereafter...
a distanceless hush abides.
Personed by place, placed
by person.

Granulated mountains
retain their heights
a millionfold...for
having succumb to
waves of time.

I've been all these
faces, all their ways...
in passing, and passing
away.
Therefore, may compassion
be the wellspring granted.