Otaihanga simple

 The wide stream never used to be for boats.
An estuary that made those few feel grateful.
Back then in 1959 people thought it was simple.
The greatness of simply existing to build something.
The local lostness of it all, uncertain beginnings
What is now a shallow muddy inlet back then-
Was an abundant waterway where boys would fish.
The mystery of the lupins lighting up those early years.
The heavy macrocarpa pines flexing toward the beach.
The strange Tararua ranges glaring down.
Knee high on the margin a young man stands.
Pondering the future of an incredible country.
That would flourish, then become a culture of complaint.
Ingenuity would be replaced with perfectionsim.
Progress would be in words and appearances.
Overtime the river became shallow and the boats disappeared.
Sailing off to Aussie for a better future.

Übernommen

Der Wahnsinn hat mich übernommen.
Mein letzter Schritt war umsonst.
Ich wäre fast zurückgekommen,
doch jetzt bin ich anders.

Mein Geist hat versucht, in ein anderes Leben zu gelangen,
doch auch das war umsonst,
denn ein Stück von mir bleibt noch hier.

Ich bin durch die Zeit gereist und durch den Himmel.
Doch jedes Mal bin ich dort geblieben, wo ich bin.

Higher vibrations

Like steel toward the things you seek.

Glimpse fragments of your future
small mercies from a presence,
a hand upon your shoulder,
whispering,
Possibilities.

Parents made promises,
Sometimes those promises dissolved.
Most of us learned that lesson.

Yet hidden inside that disappointment
was an unexpected gift:
We learned to survive on possibility.

Life,
The power that carries it,
is more complex than imagination can fathom.

That is why rigid religion,
tidy spirituality.
So often fail to bring us close
to the lives we long to live.

Lives with less anxiety.
Lives with a deeper sense of freedom.

Today,
Expectations must remain low,
but never your hope.
Hope belongs to the horizon.

The moment hope climbs the fence
and enters the territory of expectation,
All bets are off.

Horizon's gossip

 Out here I'm out of the queues
I am no longer comparing myself
I love bus stop
I love the sun warmed curve

On this high hill looking over the land
Praying the bus never comes
observing the single isolated trees 
How they perforate the sky's horizon

Out here the sky seems bigger
it's holding a conversations with me
It gossips with my personal future
Leaving me out of the details completely

So I sit here on the warm curb
The bus hasn't come in days
And here there is no night
Passing cloud sustains me

The sun itself keeps me company
I could live this life forever
Just observing the horizon
Showing gratitude for simple continuance

Royal bedchambers

 golden floor
The bed takes up most of the room
Tis a space for making love
Curtains and lanterns
Two bodies

Under sheets
serpents in the water
Heat and movement
whining and wrything
Royal nest

Soon to be offspring
crawling up the fancy scuplted bed posts
Like nocturnal jungle creepers

Letting yourself go

 Gloomy face
Hypochondriac
Office dread
deadlines present blades

Productivity
Collaboration turns to calamity
Competition and flattery
Fraudulent behavior

Seeking a solid career
Impatience annoyance
Short tempered living room
Home office nausea

Sweaty repugnance
flush after flush
A call with the boss
He loves puns and ambiguity

The kind that keeps you reaching for a new job somewhere else... 

It is the path

 I wander on and off the path
I get to understand my edges
The smooth and the jagged
I trip up and fall in the brush
The path swerves left and right
Dark and light

I tend to get lost
Wild animals stalk
I struggle to make out the path
The safe gravel trail through 
this dangerous wilderness

Yet off the track I find enlightenment as well
Far from the embrace of the known
Then returning to it blesses me
I leave it whenever I hear a creek

I follow the sound of water and go to drink
I don't simply drink I bathe and give praise
I awaken and return to the way with strength

I find lost people further from the road
They tell me how good things are in the wilderness

I offer them remedies before leaving, they don't follow.