poetry was much more fun when i was a cynic.
i wrote about politics and mushroom trips.
i wrote on mental illness and suicide.
i wrote with a pencil on clean white paper,
and i wasn't in love with the idea of being in love.

Lose yourself in the rhythmic vibrations
Waves of tranquility will wash you away
To a far away land where there is silence
Hear your inner self speak the profound words
Here we live by the moments
In the distant land there is no concept of time
All in the eternity, whole existence becomes clear
Finally, open the eyes of your mind
Realize the existence of the universe, within
And the oneness will be your realization
Chanting the hymn of eternal mantra
You are ONE

~

Rushing upon slippery stones,
smooth textures fall
far below glistened riverbed smiles

White foam visions reflect,
gathering within misted whispers
as I stand naked, breathing in the day,
drenched in warm poetic waterfalls

Rhyming to the sun’s glare, always aware,
baring my soul now flooded in
this beauty which saturates my eyes

Fern leaf dreamscapes
trickle my fancy and dragonflies
skim the surface as love washes over me, cascading
desires in unending streams
*of your words…