Dan Hess

Dan Hess Mar 2020

It seems
I cannot beckon God;
I must remain bewildered

Starry eyed and dreaming
breathing in the mist
with a heavy brain and
all contained within me

Exasperated sighs, relief
such constant bemusement
coloring my senses
tantalizing me with curiosity

I am
caught up
in the searching
unearthing precious gems

Seeing the light through prisms
catching glimpses of the truer forms
whereby reality should turn itself over
lending itself to nought by
superimposed, extant, extradimensional
realities

The shifting, everchanging constant
the fractalline reversal
of the overlay we deem as our precision
yet own as our perception

There is no finding God
It will not come to me
For, without what is not
within was what had been
there is no removal
such, as there is no retrieval

Which way is up in empty space

Dan Hess Mar 2020

Inhale

Each time I tread
lightly
on the naked earth

When the wind
blows through me,
as if I weren’t there
at all, yet
seems to carry away
my woes,
and clarify my essence.

When I attune
to the cosmos,
and recognize
that I am at one
with all
that is flowing,
being
and becoming.

When there,
upon the shore I rest,
silent yet full;
I am listening
to the coursing
of the waves.

I am breathing
in tandem
with the natural world.

What is eerie about taking pause?
What is silent about me?
I am melting…

Dan Hess Mar 2020

Self Meets the Sleeping Mind

I met myself in a dream last night
Cast circles upon the idle mind
To look into the mirror there
Within the depths, the unaware

I slept in blips
Awoke in haze
Spent lying time
In yesterdays

I floated under sailing stars
Greeted horrors near and far
The vast stampede within my brain
Lucidity, raving insane

Then woke again
To sleep this time
To death, and death
To be defied

From back before the nature’s edge
I worked around and hid, and dredged
All traps lay waiting for my hitch
Each demon creeping in a ditch

Yet round I worked and came about
To exit at my mental mouth
The monsters worked along with me
To help me be in synergy

Dan Hess Mar 2020

To Come Undone

I tend to employ and enjoy a constant state of change. Perhaps it may be that I'm uncomfortable remaining static in being, and must become, or I feel I'll always be lacking. The way I see it there's always some lesson to be learnt and to me that's an urgent and nagging feeling. I simply must expand my perspective in order to support myself. That is what they mean, when they say you "understand" yes? Not only do you see what you see, but you know well enough of it to support it? Then, thus, if that is the case, does it not become a foundation upon which a new self is built? Are you not standing on the corpses of your former selves, ready and eager to die yet again as you grow into a veritable giant? Tho, perhaps is it the ultimate, and most noble of deaths to cast yourself from the mountain of your making, dying in the fullest, only to be consumed by rot, and let 'what is' take you? Should I abandon all that I have seen, and become, in favor of being what I ever never was? Salt of the earth, charged in the moon, left lacking by ocean's recourse. Shall I melt and unbecome again? Should I be all as nothing?

Dan Hess Mar 2020

Wat(er)

What good is a sailboat in the r a g i n g ocean?

But            are the waves so violent?
        why

There
is light on the horizon

Yet
the waters
are clearly choppy
and aggressive

Dark
and full of emotion,

        r         i
     f   e   z     e
            n         d

The sailboat sits

                                                                                                          Off center

(Un)Earthly
in its

...stillness...

Amongst the rivalsome waters

It is pure white

Un touch ed
and

->unmoving<-

It
doesn’t care
about the state
of the ocean

And,
now that I think
about
it

There.
is no wind,
\either/

The sails are

still

The ocean is simply alive


And the boat is not floating

       suspended,
It is

hardly in   contact   with

the surface

It does not belong to the ocean

And the waters are my rage

This was a random, almost nonsensical poem, which I initially deemed to be about my attempt to remain pristine and guided amongst the tumult of my emoceans. Now it is an abstract piece of art, and prides itself on meaninglessness.

Dan Hess Mar 2020

You are always getting older

The moment exists.

Respect does not mean admiration.

There is a conceptual/nonverbal layer of thought, which isn’t necessarily visual.

You may have misconceptions based on your perception.

The universe will give you many gifts just for having good intentions, and aiming to improve yourself.

Everyone is a friend, until they are an enemy.

Sometimes you just have to let go, to let live, to stay still when ensnared in the fire and allow yourself to burn.

You will encounter pain in your healing, to show you how and what to heal.

Sometimes you will unwittingly and unnecessarily impede yourself.

Being happy in spite of everything is a lot harder than being happy because of everything, but it may well be the only way to be content.

Love is not blind. It is gazing upon the sun.

Instant gratification tricks the brain’s reward system; there is no reward without effort and accomplishment. Delay gratification in anticipation of freedom from dependency, as that is a much greater reward than any you could find from within it.

What we want is often at odds with what we need.

If you can be high and tired. You can. Be hired.

Life is like a box of chocolates: someone is probably going to come along and eat all the good ones before you can get to them. Be proactive.

There is value in every aspect of existence.

You will cherish most the things you share with those you love.

a collection of disordered but ostensibly meaningful thoughts

could be used as writing prompts maybe idk

Dan Hess Mar 2020

Consider this | Thoughts on what is breathing

Consider the way the soul hovers
when out of body
The electrified air
before lightning meets its mark

Consider transit to another realm
in every forgotten dream
The way the mind breathes
when it is consumed in its silence

Consider wells of water
as your very emotions
Consider the rain as its source

How we find ourselves
pulsating in recognition

of our surroundings

Consider the space
between two atoms
See the universe
from afar

Consider the size
of an ant to a star

Consider the first breath one takes
when resurfacing from too much time
spent underwater