#meditative
limbs red like fire along walkways of yellow sun
wood-lined streets that beckon for winter to come
a season of summers stiff, death rattle
late fall's brisk winds twitch a closing chapter
colors that fade to stillness under solemn white
sleeping beneath longer & longer, heavy nights
after great darkness has stretched out its farthest,
snowy grounds melt and latent life's dawn is lit
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 12:38 PM UTC
This world's now a grassy bay,
filled with ochre, pale and dust,
grass heads bent, twirl and sway,
all at once, with a moment's gust,
but just as fast, as the current steers,
a new wave drowns the yester's years.
the thoughtful posts, or a candid phrase,
all lost by the time, till another gaze.
a story thrives, at the brink of a day,
by dusk, it's driftwood, washed away,
a thousand likes, a glance, and then..
the scroll resumes, all starts again.
since this hush, this speed is all we know,
this ceaseless, mindless forward flow,
I watch them all, a rushing and crashing stream,
chasing and striving, the momentary gleam.
among this stampede, I remain,
standing stillness, beside the lane,
below a flickering lamp, an opened door,
hoping one will wait... perhaps once more.
in a world where miles are crossed with ease,
yet being known, fleets away with breeze,
who has the will, and the time to hold
to stop by the road, for a tale being told?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
My facade chases wind
Feigning hot
I actually run cold
The give of the years taking note
Of my spill
Above the old watch talks now.
Being the contempt of points I will have to gather once.
Eventually the control we've both lost dwindles further outside amongst the throng.
Staying near the window to figure it all out an appealing mechanism has a lost lullaby we miss.
I decided to go out for a walk.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
Cold air / window / warm air / me,
I look out, what do I see?
The world obscured by falling snow,
Sublime in moonlight's diffusive glow,
And, reflected faintly: (me)
Diaphanous and unknown.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
How oft the frothy waves at shore
Keep tryst with boulders young.
Sorrow and joy hath it borne,
Music hath it sung.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
Plenty, long - it is pitiful.
Is it never better than to taste of it?
Empty, numb - it is pitiful.
Is it naught that is more flavorful?
In the living glass of the universe
I am a liquid,
Drink the drink.
By the marsh like mixture of life,
Split the iris,
Eye to eye.
As the electric echo of an echo
Waves as expression,
I am a particle.
I am the light
By the gypsum rose grown.
I am the order borne out of the primordial.
In weaves & webs perennial,
I am the pyramid doubled.
By the barycenter offset zero,
I am without mass & weightless.
In the predeterminants of the hypermatrix,
I am a bolt of lightning and the thunder.
By the storm of the ocean struck,
I am a standing wave in motion.
Material and immaterial.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
temporarily
the currents shift to polarity
stars aligned, planets aligned
event horizon, singularity.
vision stretched to infinity
what it means to see me
wihte room, empty spaces
black sea fibonacci
randomized perfection
crystalline & unstratified
limitless, free direction
open palms, third eye
to truly live, and happily die
beneath the ground, above the sky
this union of the soul
to the peace found inside
of the cosmic energy that flows-
eddying currents,
the tides that wash away
the woes of life
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 12:05 PM UTC
Subtlety, and nonchalant
Brace reality and confront
What needs to be
Arriving at decisions carefully
Meditative & decisively,
But knowing when to be abrupt
Head held high, chin up,
Shoulders squared,
Ready to face what's in front
Dissected corpses of the past
Left in the lab
Behind the frontal lobe
History is,
Things that have come to pass
And things still yet to unfold
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
Raindrops
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Winter heat
A thousand hues
Incandescent crimson tree fingers
Reaching out in the afternoon sun
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
White melting dunes
Sprinkled with acorns and dust
Out and up grow gothic evergreens
Into the blue serenity above
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain
A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld
The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
spark the fire, and with each inhale,
I begin to drift further
in and out
of consciousness
deeper in,
further down
and somewhere between
exists inspiration
coming through
in waves
so I jot down what I can
because I don't remember dreams so well
but other times,
I just enjoy the vibrations
as they pass through every cell of my body
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
Imagining
Georgia O’Keeffe
Goddess
In her own right
Melting away
In a gas guzzler
Meditative escape pod
Disguised as a thermal barrier
Your mind is out there
You pay attention
Everything is Alien
Luna appears
Radiating Bull horns
Like a crescent moon
Balancing on the horizon
Magically moving along
The plane of the ecliptic
Maybe for a millisecond
Crab Nebula
Sneezed the brilliance
That caused the most beautiful
Reflection
That is you
Only the very lucky
Get to see
Black feather floating
Like a random propitious sign
From the heavens
I ******* love you
For showing me
Every forever is a
Second to enjoy
One Love
8/10/2018
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
She hears beyond ten,
the sound of one hand clapping.
Nothing comes to mind
Business of being
is busybodying self,
needs no false witness
Mental o' pedal
tormenter love to meddle
what a nomenclature
Left behind, acres
of forest writings. None
the wiser on walls
This life's an empty
breath. A garden ain't here to
impress or placate.
Dumpty the great fall,
silent while branches grew tall.
Come hear, creator
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
As my breath is the one, prana,
And the life's pulse, pala,
Reaching angelic source, Sura,
So is this mind, manas,
A flowering unfoldment,
Unendingly reaching
The Eye that would it see,
Unbeckoning unto Thee.
As well, this Bodhi, a temple,
Of the four and fifth, nur,
So entered by Atma,
A Ray of Thy Sun, thus being
Winged and as such with wind,
Flying only in Dharma's dance,
Is returning to, Brahma, You.
There yet, by Thy Grace, go i.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
where does the line between rose and blue lies
opposite directions meet me at the edging spot
is it a coma or a dot?
melody swings like bird sings swimming in sun dust
some silent men and women clear that noise in the time sun rises hold their brushes
clean streets today have no smell of spring
i paint a lot for that, the smell of start
my hands are aching drying out black inks formed to letters
formed into paws
long pauses
and a quick jump of a cat
chasing birds feathers
cry of help
breath in paint smell ,crush, cross, ruin that line
Imagination is fooling you
start the lies.
no cream can help to cure your featherless skin
Sunburns are breaking walls. isn’t it heartbreaking?
i bite my hands to the blood
meeting dead birds
they are the first flowers in spring
victims of unclear hands
turned out to be dusty paws
last breath of aching winter
long long time before rose blooms
it has her spines
sharpened before strike
no one can get inside your mind
line of thought is under words
line of rose is under spine
line of blue is under song
of a bird
carryied away with the gentle touch of a watercolored brush
of a woman
or a man.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
what is it about water
so calming and meditative?
spent most of my life looking at it
bringing on muse and contemplation
watching the flow lines
of surfers at wave play
or
gazing at
the ancient river red gums
bowing to the muddy Murrumbidgee
in reverent silence
and now watching
the flowing gutters
and umbrella parade
over a beer
in a Newtown bar
water makes me wonder
in a peaceful way
of the beauty in the world
like the dancing air-borne plastic bag
in American Beauty
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
'
"In the world of mortals there's no greater perfection than music."
~ Impeccable Space Poetess
'
Divine music beats
bombard my being
as non-rippened ripples
The surface of my ear drums aches
without perfectly harmonious
sounds
complementing
Roses blossom in a quiet garden,
some lavish quietudes here, where
I've got enough peace and not
the right space for a siren's songs
enthralling enchantment
Searching at the random pace
for the most peculiar music ~
thunders in my thoughts!
Those undiscovered waves
appear as lustrous song lenghts,
as limbs of a sound corpus slumbering
in the solace of silence and rhythm
Deep bits bite my emptiness
and this wanton yearning
forces me to reflect upon
this uncultivated
wilderness
and
what's there to miss at all means
'
***lovable etudes
classical chello drifts
bansuri flutes***
'
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
The Art of Poetic Creation and Inspiration is necessary for the World to detach from the Trickster Mind lying all the time to us and others, distorting perception of reality and sustaining our false ego, causing innumerable troubles.
Through Art and Poetry we develop the higher Intuitive Mind. The only place I know bearable enough to exist within.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
"Let me do it for the many worlds I simultaneously exist
as birds and bees, beasts of pray, majestic tree or tiny organism
human beings of diverse persuasions , male , female, inhabiting
in parallel time lines, sinner and saint seeking salvation together"
He delves deep in the heart of blue, fathomless, abyss, a country new
where meanings differ, voices are petering to the valley of silence.
The rivers are silver bands, mountain peaks soft pillows,
the clouds sheets fresh and crisp, spread gently over
the undulating water bed of seas, so inviting, soporific,
fire lovingly ripens the fruits of temptation that hangs from branches,
drink the bubbly white wine of rain pouring in to your cup,
breezes are nice silk, towels to dry one softly
after sweating too much, when ends the frenzied search
through the mazes, for each other, in the play ground of
wolves and panthers, friendly beyond belief.
Day and night, one comes to know are made from the same cloth,
wearing a day easy is difficult as evening comes closer,
it gets soiled, however careful one is, needs to stuff it in a container
the dark sea, tame like a bucketful of water, it takes so long to clean.
Morning, time to wear the new dress, embark on a new day again
we are men and women here, creatures of circumstances, in disguises
don't ever pretend there is a world real, and you exist here just for fun
like a fish coming up for air, now he surfaces with a sly happy smile.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC