Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.

You may begin to notice
the Momentum of your Mind,
pushing ever on
in any direction it can fathom.

Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.

Learn to look inward
and how to recognize
the aspects of your Self
we so demonize;
and see how they can cooperate:
if we'd only seek to integrate,
if only they were shown some respect,
if only we knew to detect.

Slow down and learn to Yield
without being defeated;
Yielding and Defeat
are wholly separate things.

Slow down and bear witness to Within from Within,
for thy reality fractals outwards from thy Godself;

Learn to detect Godself
then you can see
how it is all,
yet is it no single thing:

Tao and Zen;
Simplistic Paradox.

Just let yourself be.

Awoke
one
night
to
find
myself
inside
the
strangest
room

Or
was
it
mine
I
couldn't
tell
my
head
became
a
tomb

I put away my body's bones and let my thoughts deny
The only voice I ever knew was my unhallowed cry

Unconsciousness had settled in and once again I slept
Of sanity, of any dream, of any peace bereft

Astray I went meandering to lock the open doors
And in the place that I had been I saw them on all fours

The foam continued pouring out from deep inside their traps
I stood there watching 'til the fear had caused me to collapse

So
cyclical
it
seemed
to
be
how
long
before
I'm
dead?

With
barking
banter
beckoning
I'd
join
them
in
their
bed

I packed my bag
and stuffed some clothes
good for a week or two.

A camera for photos,
A book for company.

And pieces of hungry parchments pressed between the leaves
all screaming your name
demanding your scent
and making me restless.

You must be the sound of the train wheels
scraping against the railings
before it ceases.

She must have come here in the pouring rain.
In the form of the pouring rain.
Falling down the roof.

Down you hair, if you’re outside. Down your temple, your face. Kissing your skin.

Reaching my skin, draped over my body like a warm blanket…
A wonderful thought.

You may not be aware of that single drop,
but she did kiss your skin before she fell down the pavement.

Like promises on your favourite park bench.