Open the chambers of my mind,
Where memories are enshrined,
Some clear, some blurred, but all profound,
A tapestry of my lived life, unbound.

I watch them play, like reels on a screen,
A kaleidoscope of moments, unseen,
Some joyous, some sad, but all real,
The chapters of my life, they reveal.

From childhood days of carefree glee,
To teenage years of angst and spree,
To adulthood's trials and tribulations,
Each memory holds its own vibrations.

Though some may bring a tear to my eye,
I cherish them all, for they're a part of me.
For in the tapestry of my life,
Each memory plays a vital role, without strife

It's lonely times when I drink tea alone
It is an uneventful evening
I am caught up in worry clouds
Floating over my cup

Ardently I gaze at the glorious hemisphere,
Seamlessly stitched by the branches of a tree,
Where birds of paradise hover with glee,
A symphony of nature's artistry.

In the verdant realm of my imagination,
Where dreams and reality dance as one,
I find solace in the seamless narration,
Of what we can discover, even when my heart burns.

Look beyond the shimmery sea
I feel the dark is my destiny
Touch me not, I become
A creature of the night, unnamed

I feel the pull of the moon
Tides and turns in tune
I dance beneath the stars
As I lose myself into the darkness

I am a creature of the night
I am the dark's delight
I am the one you fear
I am the one you cannot see

I am the dark, and I am here

When you hit, be ready for a quick push
What you throw it up, it falls down on you,
It's basic karma, one-oh-one
Be nice, be good, will bring a good turn
it all comes down to your intent in the end.

~
the peculiar sound of morning
during the long, boarded-up winter,
resonating through a cistern
set apart by thin waves
of decaying reservoir

a hint of canticle
in the unfounded wind,
impossible to ignore,
a series of collapsing oppositions
like interior and exterior,
self and other, the momentum
conveys the sublimity of being,
immersed in an unfathomable vastness,
of being part of an indivisible whole

a repeated glitch in the system,
our forever changing
constellation of feelings
and backward configurations,
slipping into a stream,
where the water precedes us,
and it will outlast us

we don't so much carry life
as allow ourselves to be carried
along by it, swept up in its current
for a little while
~