Here
The stillness
Moves near
Keep it close
Don’t let go
What you’ve
Been searching
For
Doesn’t exist
No one has
Everything
It invades
Present
Happiness
Just throw
Away
Idealistic
Notions
Try to be
Here


Now...

As above, so it is below
Do you feel the vibrations?
Now, what is it that you know?
Is this your truth, obscured by sacred words
Spoken from the mouths of unwashed Beasts
Dressed up, disguised
As Monks, Poets, and Priests?

It's all very simple
Orderly and neat
The Universe is a closed system
You must look within
If it is Truth that you seek
You have always been
Therefore, you will always be

Can your humanity
  transcend your intellect?

Can your love
  outlive your mind?

Can your reasons
  put your excuses to rest?

Can your vision
  survive being blind?

Can you rise above
  the factual?

Can you see
  beyond what’s plain?

Can you journey inside
  to find yourself?

Can you feel
  —beyond pleasure or pain?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

I won't lay my towel on the garage floor
I won't do it
For you, no more
Orange stripes
Pink flecks
'neath seven year old flesh

I won't lay my towel on the garage floor