We sat up high, we mighty kings
Gnarled branches our throne
Our sun kissed skin muddy
with tales of treasure to be found
and wild lands to be discovered.
We three, with grit grazed knees
and sweet strawberry breath,
hiding from the home-time calls of
clucking mothers with spit-wet handkerchiefs
our hand muffled giggles rising to the faded sky
in appreciation of a perfect day.

Have you ever had
this feeling that
your heart is about to burst?
So much joy is flowing
through you
that you just don’t know
what to do with yourself?
This feeling of bubbles
rising up from below
and cascading down
from above?
When you feel
all of your cells
humming the harmonious song
of the universe
sending rainbow shivers
up and down your spine?
That split second infinite moment when
the illusory veil of

separation

is …

That moment when you
just have to shout:
I LOVE YOU WORLD?
When you’re so insanely happy
just because you’re alive
and know your purpose
for being here?

And have you noticed
how these moments start to
S P R E A D ?

I’ve got it big time.
The Love Bug.


Jasmine, Amsterdam, March 27, 2014

Shuffling stones sing
sad love songs with
the waves.

Evil gulls stared
at the
setting sun
with dead
spots for eyes.

I wrote a
name in the
sand.

I sat with my
back to the
world .

Worked on
the *****
and watched as
the tide slowly
took it away.

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

there's nothing
it is a void of space
the only reminder of life
is the breath that passes your face

there's silence
it is an echoing of tears
the memories and happiness
is the forgotten love, it sneers

there's pain
it is a drowning fate
the lost and the goodbyes
is the relationship that is too late

there's gravity...
it holds infinity here
the small speck of life
is the equation that we hear

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.