#yugen
When we focus on what makes us human in the expansive cosmos that is our only home
It’s a humbling experience to have the knowledge
that this existence is impermanent
And that we are not alone in the awareness
These beings among us are the only ones we know of that will ever grasp the concept of our place in this universe
For that we can at least empathize with one another
Realize that love and peace is what we should pursue
If for only but a second could we all zoom out
and come to conclusion that we don’t really have a clue
That it’s okay that we don't have every answer
At times it’s necessary to admit defeat
We can find solace in the incomplete
Meditate on the beauty in the madness
Rest our minds amongst the mess
The way of this world is not meant for perfection
Entropy is inevitable
Destruction and decay
We can hope and pray
But this universe doesn’t speak that language
It’s set on its own path
Time flows in a linear direction
from which we can’t turn back
Nevertheless we are apart of a whole
We have to keep that in mind and hold on tight
Please allow this message to console
In the midst of this glimpse in the timeline of human life
It’s crucial that we waste no time and choose to live it right
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
It Was the Wind. I.
It was the wind
That comes through me
1,000 songs of voices singing
penetrating to
my bones
incomprehensible
stories
all electricity
and fire
and I could ride you
blind
through miles of time
never truly knowing
the words with which
to make you known to me
but we I feel
though not I see
It was the wind
That wore a
whole in me.
It Was the Wind. II.
It was the wind
ceaseless howling
a never ending
cacophony
of sad stories
and the unreasonable
wear
of time
blowing deep
sanding down my memories
where-ing away my
mind
everything gives
to the wind
find me here
If the wind hasn’t
yet picked
me
clean.
It Was the Wind. III.
. . . it was the wind.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
Sometimes I watch the others,
So comfortable in their skins
Of whatever form they've chosen,
Or miraculously been blessed with,
And remain a passive observer
Of the beauty before me.
I view their spirit animal forms,
Alongside the incarnations of gods,
and goddesses, and other holy beings,
Dance across their human flesh.
When viewed closely I can see
The smallest units of infinity
Struggling to expand, sometimes succeeding,
Other times dying and quickly vanishing,
To be suddenly replaced by elements
Of others, or the world around them.
They are cloaked in visions
My words can't comprehend,
Which I have heard some call yugen.
Other times I find myself
Wanting to join in with the excitement;
I flit between the disguises that
I have made for myself, in
An effort to seamlessly fit in
Unzipping one skin as discreetly as possible,
and hastily pulling on the next
As I rush from group to group,
Hoping nobody sees who lies within.
I have no concept of my own beauty.
Mirrors do nothing to help, being
designed to only reflect a physical presence.
I suppose that- to a piece of glass-
An eyebrow is just an eyebrow,
And lips are just lips.
If you could see beneath the reflections
Of your own selves I had tried to create,
I am afraid of what you might see
The bitterness that lies beneath.
My multiple façades sometimes breaks free,
And slowly breaks whoever is before me,
Causing mouths to form wide O's of horror,
Or else silences them completely.
This skin I inhabit is not my home-
I appreciate it's gloriousness and accept,
As I do in others, the meanest emotions it conceals,
And treat it as I would any other. I
Wish it no harm, and would be loath
To abandon it on some distant kerb
Like an unloved pet.
My Celtic forefathers had a word to describe this;
"Hiraeth"- a longing for a home that never was,
Or a place one can only recall in distant
Memories; unrecountable to those who
Never knew of its existence to begin with.
Maybe the skins I wear are part
Of my journey home; pupating like
A moth who longs to search for the light,
Yet lacking the wings to do so.
Perhaps they are only walls of my
Own devising, covering the window
To my own soul, that writhes inside
Like some contorted navel.
All I know is that the parts of you
I have stolen, or borrowed, or bought,
Or acquired through other means
Are the closest to home I have ever been,
Enabling me, in those brief moments,
To view the homes you keep within yourselves,
Until you reach out and touch me,
Causing me to run away, tail between legs,
Before my true self can be seen.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Yugen pick your friends
Yugen try to please the world
Yugen never fail
Yugen be who you wanna be
Yugen contradict
Yugen be happy
Yugen steal my words
Yugen, you are
On your own
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
For what part of the universe is your mother?
What half of anything did you discover?
For in all relativity: balanced from the center
How amazing to be around you, alone is us together
Your angle, loved in my reflection
Our friendship, unclear satisfaction
As two fishing lines cross in action
Communicable ******* communicable companion
This is no love story
There is one and just another, sincerely
How all things are portrayed in harmony
Like the north star, ignorant of its little family
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
the things I wanna see
the things I wanna be
the fragrance and what seems to appear
when my mind creates what isn't there
just look away and feel no despair
i'll never be anything to "you"
no that I know you, I actually have no clue
and my mind will rot away,
discovering more to know less
what I dine for is never sane
at least for you, your at one point quenched
but for me, the drive is from getting lost
I always thirst for more
out of ignorance once I bore
a cup of sand I once held
the gratitude I had was hidden from my conscience
but one day I stumbled upon a beach
the sand in my hand
no longer the same for me
I tried dropping the sand into its place
I observed a rejection of tension
I switched what was in my cup
I couldn't bear no more
I need a sand box
I need more
even if I owned one though
it could only be no more to me
this pattern of reality
it crinkles me as I can't live without it
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
At first
I thought my insanity left
But instead
my sanity came;
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC