Black Hole Unique

Black Hole Unique

You fear being faceless

To the marrow of your

Unseen white bones

Bred to feel unique

This may be your

Greatest curse

The dull emotion

That puppets

The bones

Under the curse

Of uniqueness

Is like a black hole

Sucking in the

Material world

As sacrifice

To feed the fire

Of illusion

Remember

Reality

Is its own

Foundation

And illusion

Is a bonfire

Rapaciously

Swallowing

Forests whole

Do not fear being

Common

Unplug yourself

From the machine

That projects

Phantoms

Of uniqueness

Watch those

Puppets

Implode

Under the strain

And know

Eventually

No one can bear

The lie

For we are

As common

And uniform

As leaves

Spreading above

A great trunk

Of grace

Our only job is

To serve

As we gather

The light from above

And pray

I Don't Wish To Serve

I Don't Wish To Serve

I don’t wish to serve you

I want my hands

And heart unbound

So that I may wrap

My arms around you

At any moment

Exactly when you need it

I don’t wish to serve

The ideas you have

About me

For they are inevitably

Untrue

I want to remain free

So that I may grow

Toward the sun

Unhindered

I don’t wish to serve you

I want to employ my strength

Not in the construction of

Your reflections

But

In weaving the invisible

Web of love

So that all creatures may

Seek comfort

And shelter

From the storm

Of selfishness

That blows like a hurricane

Through the space between threads

 

Despair

 

Despair

Despair isn’t useless

Not just a yoke

Forged in cosmic flame

To weigh you down

It is not a sign of your

Incompetence

Or imminent

Defeat

In this soul struggle

Wrestling match

You’ve found yourself in

No

Despair

Can mean many things

A way finder

Beckoning you back 

Because you’ve lost your way

A strong, hard shot of despair

Crawling into your limbs

Is a powerful tonic

Slowing momentum

Till time crawls

And the empty days

Provide room

For invisible servants

To sweep out

The trash

It’s not pointless

Or perhaps better stated

Despair has as much weight as joy

Nothing more

Both are buoys

You cling to

In the roiling sea

When you should

Let go

And allow yourself to drown

To sink

Into the stillness

That has been waiting for you

 

A Life Of Magic

A Life Of Magic

 

I sit beneath vaulting curves of wood

Snake forms spiraling into the sky

With a million flags of green

Sprouted in complete surrender

A breeze comes

And I can hear the movement

Of the sky

And in this moment doubt erupts

Who am I to feel this way?

Where are my credentials?

Where is the proof?

My heart dips

In the trough of emotion

I stare out from the bottom

And suddenly I catch a swell

My heart leaps to crest and

I spring up to capture the

Hawk feather tumbling by

I hold it

And feel no need for faith

I carry the feather with me

As a beautiful mark in time

When I swam in alignment

Later

A little girl on a red tricycle

Looks through her golden locks

At the feather in my hand

She squints at the sun

And says, “Can I have it?”

I place the feather in

Her little hand

And she smiles

“It’s a magic feather,” I say

“Take good care of it”

Lessons can grow roots from tests

No matter pass or fail

These roots will go deep

If I take care of them

Magic

Exists only in relationship

Alone

It can’t survive the elements

We must give it shelter

In the warmth of our near bodies

Unicorn Supernova

Unicorn Supernova

Good words

Nice sentiments

Wrapped in resplendent nature

With a psychedelic bow

And perhaps a baby animal

Riding on the back of a unicorn

Are rather unsavory

To the tyrant in you

You cynically dismiss

Flower-child words

And shred petals

In the grinder of your mind

Bake them in hard science

Then bury them in the backyard

Oh, how the positive

Pisses you off

Look around you, dreamer

There’s no such room

Amongst forests plucked for greed

And waters poisoned for profit

Hard weapons that effortlessly

Deliver on the promise of death

Oh, contraire, my lovelies

The proof lies in the dismissal!

You wouldn’t feel so strongly

You wouldn’t feel like retching

At the mention of peace and love

If they weren’t hidden

In the core of your being

A supernova

Waiting to explode

What Is Love?

What Is Love?

What is love but a strong breeze

That enters this spirit infused clay vessel

And defines its volume

Describes its arc and curve

By touching inner space

With invisible hands

Defining that which has no definition

What is love but a river

Flowing ceaselessly into the sea

And the sea ceaselessly accepting

That which is given

And neither the river nor the sea

Holding back for a moment

Not the sea for fear of space

Nor the river for fear of running dry

Love is a gradual unfolding

Like the clouds becoming flush with sunrise

Till all the darkness is driven away

And there is only light

Winding Through Ferns

Winding Through Ferns

The trail you walk curves through a landscape of ferns. You can see the thin line of bare earth cut gently through the plants and disappear over a rise. They seem ancient. So ancient that you think that’s probably how they looked millions of years ago after having settled from the ambulations of a dinosaur. The air is rich and moist and when you inhale through your nose it feels like you are participating in the forest’s essence, taking it deep within you and savoring it. The enormous trees rise from their bed of ferns like stately pillars charged with upholding the sky. The canopy is thick with billions of slender green needles, each a variation on an ancient form, shaped to gather fog so that the tree might drink. Your steps are silent on the spongy ground and it’s almost like you’re not even there, passing through the play of light and shadow, swaying around you on the dictates of cloud and wind. You feel part of the ecology of this place, aware of everything without having to focus on any of the details. This land has found a home in you and you smile as your legs take you, you know not where and this does not matter because each step you take is one into your heart and from this you will never stray.