When confronted with the inexplicable,
the human mind seeks to rationalize, 
explain,
and fit information into an established worldview. 


When confronted with the incomprehensible, the mind recoils. 

It shrinks into and attempts to consume itself.

It was true, at a time,
I was an unknowing thing
so self assured in my doubting
A wanderer in a realm between,
bepuzzled in my wilding

An observing eye,
in a dance with night
a twirling zephyr with an uncharted passage
no future dark, nor future bright
for the moment was my adage

And it was, that language came in gasps
a surefire eureka, when the heart’s contentedness 
could last for but a moment
as the ever shifting resonance 
would beckon me 
“Onward”

I learned to speak
in gesture’s grand expanse
to converse in my subsistence;
in the dance

A dialogue with fog
wherethrough uncertainty,
though doggedly I slogged,
I knew, though I’d be filled
with forlorn things
I’d make them bloom again
in my journeying

And bloom they did
returned to me
when on the wind
came sovereignty

I am
cosmic nothingness,
an augur of a fallen star

I wonder
who exists in the emptiness,
what belongs to time and time alone

I hear
whispers in the formless void,
a song that weaves itself into the fabric

I see
consciousness in colors blooming,
light cascading from beyond

I want
to create myself

I pretend
I am speaking with a love I've never met

I feel
elated by my evanescence, surrendering regret

I touch
the current of the endless ocean

I worry
I am lost

I cry
it is hopeless

I understand
we wake to live the day

I say
I am a cup of ocean

I dream
of memories I've never truly lived

I try
to surrender

I hope
to love again, be loved as much

I am
cosmic nothingness,
an augur of a fallen star



I breathe,
and I am being


I exhale,
and am released


I am
liberated in the 
instance of believing

for

I know
that I know nothing



What ghost of home exists within

the leagues between it all?

Who is out beyond the ticking clock?

Who swims in the deep?



In my dreams, it is a whisper in my ear

an echoing, resonant song

which reverberates in the midst of all existence

condensing energy into form



Whirling color,
in closed eye visuals

represents the self in schism

whilst light speckles the night

and blooms into being



From red and blue, purple

From light and dark,
I become myself



I am
fooling myself, dreaming of tomorrow

Wasting away in reverie

I exhale, and breathe

And water fills my lungs
as I sink into the deep



In waking,
I am
ever moving forward

still holding the ocean’s tears within my lungs


I dream
of memories I’ve never truly lived

release myself and love seeps in


I have
tumbled from heaven to earth

and gained substance

A new beginning

whenever nothing changes

only “nothing” changes

and around me

the world is a blur of possibilities



impossible realities

teeming without being

bleeding into other colors

creating spectrums of watercolors melding



I am seated in the eye

unmoving, but

subsuming all



A solitary moon, in bloom

a copacetic collective tomb

an actualized reflection

of the Sun’s eternal truth



Who gazes upon a raptured earth

which whips around its center

never spectered, it is

the very essence of presence

the substance of birth

the metaphor of real things



Imaginary musings
excusing transience

mentality a sense, a lens

a consumption of cosmic

resurgent worth



I am bestowed,

to You, 

forever, immortal You
The All-becoming thing

I give of myself

becoming seen