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.
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.
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
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
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...
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.
Sewing from wool
Slowly becoming a scarf
Threading through
Creating something warm
To settle around the neck
Winter asks for it
The cold scorns
manifest comfort
warmth is a vibration
