#taoism
As I watch bubbles trickle
from the flow of this stream,
I see them become
formless in their dissipation
and rip at the seams
as my psyche lets go
of expectation
and accepts that
this world is imbued
in a chaotic formation:
showing that all is in flux,
and it opens me up
to the openness of love
I am not here to question
the stars above
or the reflex of my thoughts,
I am merely a child of the earth,
learning how to break through
endless resistance
to cycles that can’t be bought
because nature is
a wild mistress;
her message is everything
and nothing, without regret
She bears the fruit and the pain
so I’ll give up on control
and instead believe
that every instance
is right on time
and the sufferance
is only in my mind
I have no hold
over anyone or anything
except the adaptability
to look within and find presence,
and only when it remains
will I be set free
from desires that threaten
a humble existence
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
I remember the grass,
my fingertips twirling between
the blades,
and the rays of heat
as they give life
to keep the past
in the present-
a dietary aid
to all,
with trees to provide
some shade
I had forgotten
because I hid inside
four walls that weren’t
just physical
but of the mind:
closed off to nature
and the care that
my loved ones deserved
Gradually,
the seeds have been sown
for I am outside again
learning about hard work
with hummingbirds
that mew in the wind
and bees buzzing
as they collect their due
from this life giving earth,
the one right underneath
that I always forget
to appreciate,
but will forever
find my way back
to her
and her healing ways
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:26 PM UTC
How does one love here
eternally,
when it is seemingly
ambiguous
with no happily ever after?
Evasive to perception,
yet somehow within us
only to be without,
never to stagnate
unless we fill our cups
with doubt
Ineffable, we’re all ****** up,
spiraling-
was this inevitable?
Lacking in honor;
devastation, She may instead
choose to watch the world burn,
we animals have
come unglued
from the fabric of
our own humanity-
lest we forget,
we are animals too
And we’ve disconnected
from the alchemy
beyond senses dull touch,
because access starts
from within
to be with out,
yet most of us sit around
reveling in drugs, lust,
and dark clouds
Compassion
lacks an identity,
it only exists to give
so what is it that set us
up this climb
of forced actualities
that are actually
meaningless?
We circulate an eternal
notion of control,
pacing concrete
and calling it purpose
instead of settling
into our dark abyss
and finding acceptance
underneath the
surface
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
I look within myself to find myself within my path
The answers are denials for the questions that I ask
The truth was never hiding, it was resting in it’s nest
But you can only find it by abandonment of the task
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
in my ink i tanslate light and dark paths
into the possibility of herstory
eden's remorse was for you
my season is upon me
and into history the world is weeping
debacle is past tense
good morning americans
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
An inkling of
something authentic
laced in Psilocybin
decides to reminisce-
she stood there once again
brown eyed and secret filled,
a testament of time
and how it can’t heal the ill
Thought I was spent,
but it’s those days of my youth
when nothing needed
to make sense
where I traced the message
as it connects:
an answer undesirable,
still honesty none the less
Hope straightens its back
as I attempt to settle the past
and grasp at the present,
assuring that ego will learn
how to just let things happen
How to ride the
unknowable wave,
and sense these gentle
reminders
that there is no escape
because we are
simply messengers
conscious for reasons
understood
only when in symbiosis
with Mother Earth
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 1:59 AM UTC
Culture runs backwards:
strength is weakness,
soft is
empowerment-
dissuade yourself from
this rampant mindset
we've placed upon thrones,
instead find reserve to manifest
and bask in
this well of fluidity
that masculinity
can never hone
Heavy lies the crown,
it is hard
be free with the wind
like a fallen leaf
and you will catch
a safe ride home
from Mother Earth herself-
even though her tread
is unsteady,
she flows
Only when you are
certain
that there is
nowhere to be
except where you are,
will you find exemption
from the urge to shape
or control
The gut
is a compass,
let it guide you to
novelty,
and what lies beneath
the surface: that is where
adventure begins,
it takes one big leap
but you will let go
until there is nothing
left to rescind
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
The stars do not fall
with our might,
the universe has motivation
of its very own:
possession is a mirage
that takes hold
we die when we die
but there will always be
an endless light
being fed to the living below
Where a mother just gave birth
in a dreary hospital room
filled with loved ones and flowers
next-door to a man who died
alone, in the peak of June
on that same day
with the same replenishing light
reflecting in a perfect sky:
meaning is an illusion
that we create
Why make sense of things
that are better left on the shelf?
Answers are bittersweet
figments of "truth"
akin to religion
and its unfruitful ruse
for it is no secret that language
plays a fickle tune,
each voice with its own sacrilege
to project as a catalyst
unknowingly for the downfall
where we all lose
To a bullish sense of self
deemed more important
as people shout and yell,
it's unbeknownst to them
that self-righteous anger
is also best left
on the shelf
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Sink into the void I’ve found
that appears as pointless
and you’ll find
a requite of safety,
steady your breathing
Vacate needless self-help,
not all flaws
require examination
it is sensible to be empty,
steady your breathing
When trauma is
held onto as a lifeline
we cling to that identity,
halting time in its tracks
helplessly watching
as our essence begins to rot
in a cell that is
only condemning,
steady your breathing
Find comfort
through experience,
seek out the
universal center
and its unaffected
infinity,
steady your breathing
Nature has a heartbeat
we can synchronize with
by accepting her
relentless mortality,
steady your breathing
Death is inevitable,
a beautiful mess
it is the enemy yet
also a friend
depression is the cause,
sufferance is the effect
and reminders of
transience
are the master of anxiety,
steady your breathing
There is immortal freedom
hidden outside of
tunnel vision
compelling us with a
symphonic tune
to cherish being alive
and find adventure in the next-
to sing along with this chorus of
left and right /
beginning and end,
where it then gives way
to a verse
of chaos and symmetry /
repent and forgiving,
steady your breathing
Sounds perfecting
the mirage
stuck in our peripheral
of duality in tonal form,
so we can understand
that true wealth
is noticing the difference
between what we believe
and what is reality,
steady your breathing
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
The tightness in my chest
conveys that I need to disconnect
sit alone,
on a remote landscape,
hoping the sound of rustling leaves
will sync with these shakes
and ease my deathless torment
As some quiet finally sets in,
introspection begins to surface
and it gets me wondering if
these thoughts of mine
intertwine with the pain that I keep
to manifest a life of anger
and delusion
draping me in shades of guilt,
forever climbing up this hill
Closing my eyes paved the way
for understanding unrivaled:
an ineffable cause
to sit with nothingness,
I spilled into a void
and suddenly
stopped drowning in sadness,
finding humor in the unknown
when a feminine hand reached out
with love,
telling me to let go
and she shared with me
everything I wanted to know;
“There is no path to save yourself,
only transcendence:
answers can be begged for
but until you let go of precedence
and learn to listen for each breath
the tightness will never settle
within your chest”
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
I've trodded
this entire state
looking for simplicity
and a warm fireplace
but modern life
is arduous
and it delays
It has forgotten that
community blooms
where we sow patience,
fear only ceases
when we embrace it
So to seek outward
is a fool's errand,
and here I am, a fool like the rest,
thinking about one foot forward
and blaming sorrow
on lack of progress
when peace resides in each moment
where we finally resist
the push to be more
than a miracle
that shouldn't even exist
If that isn't enough
then nothing ever will be:
I've spent my life
giving up everything
and the more I let go, the more it hurts,
but at the same time, there is growth,
and in wake of
this understanding
was an emptiness that
made me feel whole
An obvious sign
that there is still nothing
to be afraid of
in the pull of the unknown
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Within every burned forest
lies a newly sprouting seed,
irreparable on the surface
is a cycle that is forgiving-
albeit wild and relentless
it moves in ways that cannot
be comprehended
In the essence of
a bleak rain danced sky
is life striving to renew:
nature needs no hand
from humans to thrive,
the answer to all of our squirming
is to simply re-align
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC
In this life, I have had my struggles—
Mankind’s abuse, intolerance, wars, and corruption.
And no different were the personal aspects:
love, home, happiness—
All fleeting, no peace, within or external.
Then, I found you.
At first, I sought tranquility—
An ear to bend, a friendship perhaps.
Yet, you needed serenity, a peace within.
So, it was I who lent the ear, the shoulder, the words of understanding.
In this endeavor, I saw in you a trampled blossom—
Damaged, bent, a bit broken, but not a loss.
You just needed someone, anyone, to care,
To show you the light through the dark.
So, I listened, I nurtured,
Shown light, provided warmth,
Fed you, and caressed the soil with tears,
Until you felt whole again.
To be clear, I didn’t fix you;
I didn’t mold you.
You were whole, you were full of worth.
I only let you see what I see in you.
In turn, you saw me, as I saw you—
Someone discarded on the refuse of life.
Imparted, nay, reciprocated, the kindness you had received,
Knowing that I, like you, lay scarred and injured, but not a loss.
Tranquility and Serenity—
Words often interchanged,
But both have meanings that aren’t quite the same.
For one is peace in your surroundings, and the other is peace from within.
You cannot seek one
Without discovering and embracing the other.
Two sides of the same coin, like Yin and Yang,
Always seeking balance.
You guided me,
Lighting my way through the darkest moments.
I held steadfast, unwavering—the rock you needed,
A new foundation to build upon.
I confess this truth to you,
As you have given both, reciprocal,
As I have given unto you.
Time will tell.
This story has not ended.
It is still being written—
A journey to destinations unknown.
And all because,
I FOUND YOU.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
You are,
The wind in my breath,
The sun on my face,
The love in my heart,
The scent in my nose,
The whisper in my ear,
The sweet caress on my lips,
The embrace in my arms,
The ground beneath me,
The hand in my hand.
You are all of these, and more,
My dragon, my tiger, my protector, my love, my friend, my partner, my Yin to my Yang.
Two parts that make a whole,
Inseparable and yet contradictory.
Self-perpetuating.
Being apart from you is one of the most difficult parts.
Yet I will endure.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
I feel like it’s better to listen than talk
And faster to run, though it’s wiser to walk
A field to be tilled
Or a cup yet unfilled
For this is the way of the unsculpted rock
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 5:46 AM UTC
Regardless of what one believes
The universe waxes and breathes
While ebbing and flowing
And always unknowing
The Tao, without purpose, achieves
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 6:21 AM UTC
There’s a force with a name known by none
It’s referred to by some as the one
And it can’t be dismantled
Nor spoken or handled
But through it all things will be done
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
I think, for a matter of fact.
I feel, I project, I confide, and of all things I hope.
With that in my mind, I reflect and coincide with these aspects so covalent.
But what about what I reject?
The matter of the individual is the gradual unequivocal repression and growth of that individual
It is required for the soul
Nothing is required.
Nothing is required beyond what existence requires.
"good" or "bad"
And just as people exist so too does existence.
We demand so much and request so much.
Existence can only provide what we provide for existence.
This is my semblance to actuality, not minimalism.
I reject what could be, for a future that's beyond me.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 7:17 PM UTC
Regardless of my choice of origin
Whether I'm a bipedal ape,
or molded out of clay and rib
I sense it fruitless
To let the complexities of the cosmos
cause me strain
It does me no good
To give unrelenting effort
to a greed-like god
named “Understanding”
I am to wonder and wander
I am to live and love
I am to dance and ponder
To be free
of what's above
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 5:31 PM UTC
Burning nostalgic memories
letting the smoke flow out my nose
Cause I resigned myself to just sit and pine
and dream about times where I paid no mind
to past lives
The past five years
I though the world would end
I shacked up with one that decried
my wasted potential in normal jobs
Like where do you get off
if I'm making halfway decent bucks?
The irony of our artsy resurgent humanity degrees
Just go and sell life insurance
Them boomers turned us into gloomers
Generation X, my young parents
the first victims,
at least they had half a fair shake in life
I think the 90s had it right
dripping in yin yang rings and necklaces
so we wouldn't lose our way
Woo wee, where were we?
Hiding from my brother in a clothes rack
with my parents at the mall every weekend
So much confidence in where we were going
The end of history itself
in our careful chaos regulation
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 6:02 PM UTC
The glassy waters are chillier today;
the contagion of reds, golds, and browns
has spread from within, and the ancient ones
experience the slow ecstasy of death.
Winds of a harvest moon slow on the forest murk,
and a tide below the surface will become
a tsunami against an invincible cliff.
Release thyself to the flow
of eternity in infinity
and you will be reborn
by yourself and for yourself,
one with reality in ten dimensions.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC