#expanding
Above the horizon
A canopy
So dark
Words cannot separate
Even when in
Negative image
The single full stop
Of a moon
Gives nothing away
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
By Listening We hear,
but often forget—
The fragility of half murmured ideas
signal lost in a tide of noise.
Talking overshadows listening,
Loud, brash, and always there.
listening creates by transforming.
A friend listens,
and a conversation
Turns to something extraordinary.
We roar, we scream, we sing,
But listening eludes description—
its shape unclear until all words are heard
What if we thought
of ourselves as listeners?
compliant, unresisting
designed to receive the world?
Would it change us?
Would our own language then expand
to hold the weight of both
silence and sound?
cosmos made clearer
by this unseen gift.
Imagine yourself a receiver of grace,
Open to everything,
even the dark matter of thought.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
When I say irritated, I mean it prickles my skin.
When I say sore, I mean it stays red and puffy.
When I say annoyed, I mean it furrows my brow.
When I say displeased, I mean my mind is tangled.
When I say provoked, I mean I long to strike out.
When I say I’m angered, I mean it fires my heart.
When I say enraged, I mean it curdles my soul.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
From the doorway
to the table and chairs
Things are starting
to happen
At ease never
felt so lasting
Welcome being
unnoticed
Shine when
credit is due
Our minds harbor
true forms
It just takes
time to foster
When found
wear it proudly
12-18-19
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
us humans—we are a
_powerhouse_ for change
a true celestial force
to be reckoned with
did you know
that when we clap
down here on earth
our neighboring planets
are affected by it?
so when we cry until
we cant feel our face
or when we laugh
until our bellies ache
the whole Universe
_feeels_ us shake
our vibrations
are so much louder
than we think
we are so much more
powerful than we
could ever see
our thoughts
_literally_ become things
all of consciousness
is woven into a blanket
of all that we think
and mostly
we are unconscious
in how we guide
our self talk
but it’s never too late
to remember
what we forgot
create a whole
entire _new_ you
with the new
patterns _you_ grew
so let’s make more room
for healing our lives
by rearranging our mind
into a _catalyst for light_
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
space is never ending
between you and me
stretching and bending
finding ways to grow
quietly moving
and expanding
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
The light tail of the tail light leaves me blue in the dark hues
… when it carries away what I belong to…
Unfolding the tar-black sky of asphalt, the longest arm of missing you…
My body is now the distance between us, big and empty,
The bigger, the emptier, thinner than air…
As time piles up, my ladders turn into pointless meters
Measuring the ratio of nothing in everything
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Night’s open black book,
Tells million stories of light;
Ever expanding!
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
in the depth of
my sea of losses
lies a flicker of fate
and it dances to flames
that still echo your name
a moment is a movement
in the endless waves at sea
but the instant that we met
the world was as still as can be
i can feel the wooden floor
beneath my sandy, bare feet
and goosebumps lined my body
as your eyes locked in a gaze with me
all i see are blues and greens
combined with all my hopes and dreams
when your tongue spoke foreign tones
i felt my heart synch to your beat
i taste my breath inside your teeth
and feel your rhythm in my feet
forever was occurring
in one momentary
glimpse of We
our bodies became illusions
i saw no ending inside of me
no beginning to your vessel
for we had blended into
e v e r y t h i n g
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
My mind the ocean
Waves crashing, always changing.
Ships sinking,
Sitting on the ocean floor, forgotten.
Ships thriving,
Discovering new land, flourishing.
Ships sculpted,
Brand new, setting out to sea-
Freshly crafted.
The ships like my sailing thoughts,
Wandering.
Expanding.
Forgotten.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane
that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself
get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I
flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba
this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not
falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that
sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility
of another possibility
I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only
an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983
means nothing here in the swelling infinity
of the abnormal
my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades
and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with
raw impervious happiness because invisible energy
effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull
could be anyone’s right now
suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself
in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me
carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding
the seriousness of this absurd life
inside me irrational poetry dances
like a tribe jumping around a bonfire
outside the universe
dances her own eternity
round and round
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Mrs Little Spider.
spinning little spider making all your webs;
you make em coz you're hungry then you make some baby little eggs.
what's wrong little spider you're looking very old;
your children have all grown up but you look sad sitting on the window sill gettin chilly and cold.
settle down little spider I'm sure you know that life to you is held so very dear;
and when you go to heaven you know that your children and I will shed a little tear.
so good night little spider with your spindly little legs;
I've enjoyed your company very much and thank you for keeping the flies away with your beautifully symmetrical perfect spinning webs.
Goodbye............................. Mrs Little spider.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
It was the same when I gazed into the abyss
The eyes of the unknown catching my attention
Haunting in that I could not tear my eyes away
Every moment we lock into eachother I'm losing my memory
Every sight of your smile and the taste of your laugh on my lips
My heartbeat quickens when we touch, and I lose the ability to speak...
And you might be a grand idea or a chemical in my brain
You might be my savior or a heavy dream
You could bring me out of misery or take me to the depths
Whatever you want, whatever happens is my fate now
I'll leave my companions to stay by your side
I'll enjoy the silence of each our minds working separately
It's okay if you don't try to impress me
It's okay if I don't astound you
I'll take extra steps to be careful this time
I'll take my inner light and wear it on my skin
It's okay if you don't notice my chest heave when you're near...
And you could be a grand idea or a chemical in my brain
You could be my savior or a heavy dream
You have the power to raise me from my misery
But with a small word you could send me to the deep
(x2)
Whatever happens
Whatever happens is my fate now...
You've got to be a grand idea stemming from chemicals in my brain
You're a savior in my heavy dreams
You use your power to raise me from my misery
And drag me from the dark deep
You're the humming in my lips that drives me to sing
You're the burning in my legs that moves me to dance
You placed your hand into my head and left prints
Now there are places still feel you
There are places you belong
You could be a grand idea or a chemical in my brain
Causing me to break down and go insane
You could be a savior or a heavy dream
You save me from myself
Whatever happens is my fate now
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
i'd like to expand your consciousness
darling tell me how to accomplish this
dwelling in sheer confidence
where existence can't seem to conquer it
a look of pure astonishment
pronouncing every consonant
your words fail to reach my grip
as they melt off your tongue and lips.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Looking out this double-paned plate glass window into the gray frigidity and red-leaved bitterness of October in one of the last wild and still-untamed bastions of freedom in the west at the mountains thinking about how even they are moving, my darling, and how the spaces in between them are growing just like the space in between the sun and the earth and the space between all the galaxies all at once and the space between the spaces between the world and I and soon I’ll just be floating all by my lonesome in some swirling pool of- not air, no, not even air, just nothingness and watching everything float away like disappearing city limits from the tailgate of a truck on cruise control zipping across the badlands and maybe you’ll be there but going the opposite way and there’ll be nothing to do but watch it all go, go, go, til it’s
gone, gone, gone
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
STOP!
CROSS ON GREEN ONLY!
ONE WAY!
WARNING DO NOT ENTER PRIVATE PROPERTY!
NO TRESPASSING!
NO LOITERING!
VAGRANTS WILL BE PROSECUTED!
DEAD END!
Oooh my, can't stand this any more sooo...
...Felt a strange urge
in my legs
jumped into my car
wanted F R E E D O M,
craved F R E E D O M,
freedom away from
this imprisoning sign-city
Felt the true call of nature
Felt my natural urge to e x p a n d
needed my
ROAMING grounds
once more
Fled for o p e n country s p a c e s
where FREEDOM reigns
like, like refreshing droplets of spring water
BOLTED out of my car
where mother earth
cushioned my feet,
caressed me,
hugged me,
And go so far as to say,
even crawled into my jeans
and heard harmonious
chirping birds
Felt this strange twinge
in my calves
Ran like a deer
Ran into e x p a n d I n g o p e n s p a c e s
flight
Felt my legs take
practically off ground
Felt twigs, grass and weeds
gently stroke my ankles and calves
Felt country refreshing cool air
breeze my whole body;
and whizz
up my nostrils
BUT SUDDENLY!!
I trip over something,
it's a rusty large sign reading,
"KEEP OUT INTRUDERS WILL BE PROSECUTED
PRIVATE PROPERTY"
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
There is no storm.
There is no expanding.
If you listen carefully you can hear the heart.
Red.
Before me.
Sun.
Blood.
War.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC