my heart yearns
in shouts that span the sky
but i found love stumbling
into a hole in the wall

in a momentary interaction
vanishing

maybe there is hope for me yet

Lilting lullabies
coax me into sleep
I wither away to dreams
of waxing prophecy

“living is an act of prayer”

and we breathe in defiance
of the snarl of noxious, fuming,
haze gray death
which blurs the air,
and causes the mind to tremble

we freeze in sudden braking
turn to ash, and dissipate to breeze
a promise of goodbye remembers
having never left

and loving is an act of praise
every action, a step in the dance
every gasp between breaths
a beat in the song

the eternal,
patternized, shifting
universe in unison
ubiquitous in motion

gravity
ties us to everything
and loving is
a slipping body
loose in a current

energy
does not discriminate
and love doesn’t wait
for a reason

There is no metric of worth

nor sign of indispense

No mark of royalty
nor meager birth in seeking sense



There is no purpose some might have

that others stand to gain

There is no worthless thought or value

none predisposed to live in vain



There is no meaning you might find

profound in life, you’ve lived without

nor punishment to which you’re blind

if you don’t quite live so devout



I’ll chase my tail or twiddle my thumbs

my heart will sink as I might think

I’m wasting life while I’m still young

it all might vanish in a blink



To wish to serve the world alone

without appreciation

is my fool’s burden, not my throne

I think I just need a vacation

Once,

the sky sparkled with magic;

the air crackled with immortal flame;

the world trembled in the presence

of a living god



There,

in the awareness of the air,

the spirit of primeval man condensed

in resplendent metamorphosis



Once,

when the earth was tinged with memories

not yet transpired, but ever being,

and time combined itself with minds

collectively surrendered 



The timelessness of energy,

erected in its synergy,

bloomed flowers in the desert;

stars in the sea



The shimmering began

from deep within the eyes

of the holder of a welling heart,

and erupted



In this plume of genesis

converged the waters of love,

and the space of knowing,

and the fires of passion,

and the silt of growing



A cataclysmic schism

set aloft the birth of night,

and the sea of energy

wove from the darkness light



wrapped itself,

through dimensions overarching

enmeshed and ever-pulsing

blossoming into new worlds

entwined with all things


A cosmic resurgence

of doubt’s consuming

set aside the likes of mind

akin to never being



Sphere-struck

the Eye became many

a window to a woven world

now set apart from any