I see myself like the changing weather
Or like the alternating seasons
I may be falling apart or together
For why this sight I know not the reasons

Unpredictable tonight or tomorrow
The tumbling clouds adversely change like me
Frosty my sentiments that hide the sorrow
Nostalgia eats my ephemeral glee

I wish the dreaded hourglass of time would cease
Then we would lose our sense of reality
Aimlessly wondering our minds’s abyss
Waiting for an explanation to humanity

To discover our calling in this finite life
Will forever be an infinite internal strife

Belly up diner
Fork and knife set to the sky
Infinity swallows
A thousand shining eyes
Belly up sleeper
Hands knotted to the chest
Waking to disaster
Makes the roofs cave in

Thank the ground for holding you up
and birds
for sharing their air molecules. I am the universe
because it gave me
its kindness, a tree because we
share the sun: I am a wall because my
skin is shelter from wind
rain sleet hail. Each *** of tea
has morning dust particles, from a day we both
awoke. It simmers
and we are
boiled into the everything sky once more.

In her cryptic words
a thoughtful owl,
proclaimed aloud
secrets never known;
the horn bill was loud
in registering his objections.
Let it be hidden,  he said
like jewels in the folds of rocks,
only ones who searches deserves it.
The forest went still
the next moment;
a harmonious silence resulted,
the tussle, in it was dissolved.
The night--
quickly took over,
spread it's net of noises
inter spaced with silence-
that engulfed all discords,
orchastrated it as music,
then wrapped up everything
in darkness opaque.

we endlessly search
for something to give us meaning
in every newly turned page
in every unexplored street corner
we look
but to no avail
we do not desire gold
nor love
but to leave a mark on the world
that is not a scar