"Madding"


I free a wealth of silence
       out thought's dependent hold
And brood the gathered moments
       never to be sold
For any craze of passion
       charging at the door
Nor pain inflicted madding
       if will exists at all.

Lost in the metaphor we cry acid
Tears that sear our rendered thought flesh self face
Cursing the pain we bleed this that them they
And throw away the dream source out to indefinite
Realms of consciousness breeding anguished error
Naturally as falling off a
Heaven

"Looking"


Neanderthal looking at fire
       dreaming jets
Sits stunned        numb
       where to step step step?
And when and how!
       Sentient life paralysis
Is me now
       common conscious form

"Little Tibet Shade Tree"


Little Tibet shade tree
Under sitting am i
A fantasy in mind
True reality buried
In compulsive reflexive avenues
Travailed again and again
Like speech flowing
And legs walking
The self appears then disappears
And re-appears
To brains karmic rhythm manifest
Unto every each their own
Generated light stuff
Transformed

"Listening"



The rain sounds like heavy
                  snow flakes
          in January
                 at
             twenty below

"Light"

To you space traveler
I sing praise.

Awareness freshly dawns
On this poor-mumbling simpleton
And your hidden quality shines
Into the depths of soul.

Touching me with essence
Shaped a million years away
You connect my self
With the burning infinity.