High on wheat and cheese
more, more, we always want more
my stomach hurts but I'm happy
and gross
my toes are covered in dirt
tucked beneath my comforter
it could be worse

i spent the season planting seeds
take time to breath
it all happens so fast

my hands are rough
from the branches, sticks and lifting
hardly enough space
to remember i was missing you

the boxes packed and ready to be sold
the air felt colder
i cut off all my hair
to feel the wind on my shoulders
there was no more hiding
who could i come clean to now?

we all have our seasons
we all have our seasons
you, me, the cosmos in between
we all have our seasons
we all have our seasons
harvesting is just one of them

lonely, i am not alone
just trying to get used to the solo home of bones
let me be this hollow shell
to fill and let go
to hold a place inside to grow
A human having a souls experience

i stopped looking and i found
i stopped thinking and listened to the sound
of the room without walls
it was quiet and sweet
to sow and to reap
remember to take time to breath
it all happens so fast

Trying to decide
if my love for you
is another thing;
one more thing
that keeps me attached.

Wondering if you are doing okay
without me there.
Yet another stab from my ego of self-importance.

The world will go on without me.
But the world needs me.
In all my uniqueness.

All I can do
Is write love poems to you
Everything I do
I do for you, my sweet

These hands are not my hands
These words
Not my own
Beyond the limits
Of skin and bone
It is you
My heart adores

Breathing in your breath
Surrounded in your light
You are all around me
You are all I see

empty bodies
loving one another
searching for salvation
in between sections of sheets

everybody is talking
so much noise
can we silence the conversation
to hear the rhythm of our hearts

love,
let go of
all you love.
let go of who i think i am

With so much to do
its easy to be quixotic
I am opened to the off chance of
my ideals being too idealistic

The paradigm shifted long ago
and continues to move as i sit and wait
for the beginning to end
to find its rhythm and syncopate

Breathe with me now
that is all that can be done
to inhale with the count of one
exhale to two

Congruence is only true
relative to its obtuse angle
in all I've learned from being scared
is that truth unfolds all fear tangles

the answer won't be found on the internet
your friends will speak only from what they know
advice is hard to hear and tough to swallow
i wish everyone would just shut up


i am irritated and equally delighted by your presence
oh the fluctuations
how they ebb and flow
linger, just let go
we are only visiting
as we learn to love  and disdain
before there was a flower
there was seed, rain, sun and pain
and it all goes back
back into the dirt
where we came

what does peace mean to you?

let go
don't cling
my brother
are you not

self for you to bear the storm alone,
to spare some tears

the calm is coming
tonight or in ten years
an unrivaled friend

the fear of death
so many avoid it
taking stakes in fate
when we all die alone

in a past life
i knew you
and you touched my heart
so i remember, forget
repeat with no regrets
because it all happens
and is happening
for you

reading through poems once
is like forgetting a new neighbors name
upon handshake
i may not know your name
but i will not forget your face
for at least a month or two

Empty is the formless being
All that's needed is to be
Free, a bodiless container
I can not be contained!

Empty are my feelings for you
I have burned with passion
And it hurts
Love always hurts

Empty are my drawers
Of nick nacks
Single socks
When does the cycle end

Empty is my mind
Unlearning lines and phrases
Full with reason and logic
Remind me to forget to remember
That I knew it all along.

Empty is my heart
So it can be filled with love.
Love that knows no boundaries.
Overflowing in the sea of you.

You were with me then
You are with me now
Stretches of plains and time
Weathered with character of my days spent finding you.

You were here all along
I need not worry that I might lose you
Because you are always there
                   ...

Some people go their whole lives without experiencing love
What a blessing it is to know love
To know that it hurts
And still to try

life is a strange thing
filled with experiences
all i can do is work on myself

beneath this body
our souls are eternal

how we feel now
is here
tomorrow is unclear

i don't want to fight to survive
but sometimes you do
hands are dealt
so we deal
another round around the dharma wheel
i wonder sometimes if i still believe in karma
i wonder sometimes of what is truly real

next time around things may be different
next time around things may be the same

when we begin to unidentify with this body
people becomes props
to teach me that money isn't everything
instructions aren't for all eyes
books are authors ideas
that life passes by
when you begin to take notice

to those who feel
from family and friends
life events
some have it easy
those who have it easy may be worse off
what is good anyways

what do i know of your life verses my own
how am i to know of your body and home
life experiences
all lead to expression

nature and form
nothing is normal
everything is happening for you

love is letting go
of all the things you
used to love

emptying heart space
for more light
for more love
for more of you

what will i do with all this room?

I don't stress about money
because I've seen without doubt
that it makes people funny

I do good work
because I have hands that can
don't seek the rewards
or the fruits of man

It will only get better
if you focus on the heart
to think less of fluctuating thoughts
and create a life of art

eyes closed
its dark
see some essence
maybe not

ears to hear
hear the queue
divine timing
kind of kindness
hearing you

concentration is hard
meditation is slow
body grows tiresome
where to start
don't know


why choose to be quiet
sit still
not move
time goes by strangely
focusing on you

when the words come out just right
unplanned and well timed
graceful state of being
life sans mind

thinking of god
thinking of you
what if things were different
i'd be different too

need not
want none
many forms
to explain the one

need not
but one
walk this earth
miles of air water and dirt
between the moon
and the sun

why choose to be quiet
to sit still and not move
time goes by strangely
all paths lead to you

why choose to be quiet
to sit still and not move
time goes by strangely
when focusing on you

why choose to be here
right here and now
life unfolds so strangely
becoming silent
i hear you loud

Who are you
But a being ofexistencsense
Blended to see
Nothing is real
Cut down to pieces
Between sheathes that blind
Us from believing
In that which is sensed
And that which you feel

how can i soften the darkness of my heart?
i am grateful to feel
the awareness of being aware
of the space in my chest
that aches and is depressed
with both hands on my heart
i inhale, exhale
continue like that
until the feelings form
and pass like waves
watery grave
a stone in the ground
tonight ill sleep in peace

i saw your face
my heart was beating
fast enough for me to feel
something different
we stood so close
not close enough
i tried to hide my interest
give you distance

and in my dreams
im always running
from something that scares me dearly
hear me from a place
thats finding solace in embrace surrounding
gently rocking back into the silence

a lull
a dull
a moment to surrender
a space
a grace
a lace of strong in time
to remember what is mine
its nothing but sublime
a moment to surrender


and in my life
im always running
to something that feels so far away

tell me anything
you want
im always listening
except for the times im floating far and far away

and the nights feel so long without
i am all alone about to
learn something about myself
learning something about the Self , capital S
that takes me deeper like a well
to take me out of this kind hell
and remember that time in November
when you reminded me what its like to be alive
i felt like no one else was in the room
its not soon enough for me to feel something i can belief is true

delete your phone
to be alone
im trying to make
a life that takes and gives
learns to forgive
to know a place i wont believe
to make my way back home

its in my life
i feel satisfied
when i can be most true
to be alive
to try not to lie
but still try to hide somethings