"Mutable Reality"

Mutable reality
A living mystery
Which end is up?
The one we choose

"Musings"

I see dead men's faces
         In the front of books
And wonder at their hearts.

"Moldering Thoughts"


Half formed moldering thoughts
Subconsciously caught in an envelope
Of time
Are reality
To some and many
Existence is a burial
In the stream of awareness
Of communally approved ideas
Views and concepts
Which are allowed to filter in
And build the ego
That is the shaping force of desire
And aversion
Which moves the body mind heart
To be what fits the pattern
That promises survival
No matter how it feels to exist
As such a creation

"Messy Gobs"


Metaphors are such messy gobs we slice
Them mid-brain skullpting contours agreeable
To me aggregate appear from out shared
Language karma form conditioning mind
Energy us uncarnate vast endless
Here movement in cosmos consciousness then
Unbelievably we believe these thoughts
Are truth entities external things worlds
Sentient beings micro macro wave
Particles black holes quarks galaxies i
Others other than i principles rights
Laws and bleed their blood of pain self crafted

"Memory Now"


begging for a touch
of the salty air     and a ****** is off
into the black slickery wood boat
just to breathe    and be the moment
the now

"Measure"


The measure held between the stars
       and i, galaxies it seems
They touch me somewhere. Sympathetic flesh
       belies distant magnitudes.
Undiscerned discerned affinity bounds all
       circumferent particles
Manifold space waves ageless
       vacuum conjoined move.

"McCleod Ganj"


Here in the Himalayas
Low on rupees with big ego
I see massive rock towers
Lightly salted
And find an anchor for my vagrant
Habituated agitated self-defensive
Mind


In my backpack