Meditation

Dissect the segments into manageable bits
where they fit together, pull apart
see how they bend, break and walk.
How, as a unit, they function
to become part of a greater whole.

Now, examine where you come into this.
Has your totality served some purpose?
What motions have you made?
In what places have you fractured?
Where have you found yourself contorted?
So examined, can you pull yourself together?

All of this in concert is terrifying
as an avalanche rushing down
eager for violent embrace,
but apart – tis no more than falling snow.

It is the act of knowing a thing that makes it small;
not the crushing of it beneath heel.
Such violence will only stick with you
harder to clean off with every step.
Seek instead the kindness of curiosity,
find in it the courage to be greater;
and learn enough of yourself to know another.

Mantra

The sound of time
is a quiet note
               vibrating
the lips held tight
      pressured to parting
but nothing comes out
except that rhythm
               unending.

It fades into the background
a distant pillar of smoke
stark against a cloudless sky
only noticed in sober moments
when the world can afford its ending,
and we, as observers
can reflect on that broken line;
the gap always growing.

That rhythm calling out
enveloping the horizon
to remind us
               everyday
                              will find itself setting.

Sunset on the Patio

Where the landscape ends in bright red fire
I find my thoughts there in stone – petrified
from here it is a wall of unknown desire
though from there those moments are denied.
A conclusion is only a new beginning
a place where the avenues of time left suspending
waiting for that agency to be employed
and leave the other possibilities destroyed.
Who in this position would choose life
when death is the outcome of those choices;
valid protests extinguished for those silenced voices.
Decisions are oft rife with such strife.
Rather let us sit in repose and ponder;
permit those possibilities to endlessly wander.