every single thing
and I mean every particle down to the last drop
quivers
around us—
like the ripples in a pond
where a rock is thrown
or
like
the ringing
and reverberation created
after a piano key is struck—
except,
a rock does not need to be thrown
nor a musical instrument hit,
because there are hidden ripples
and an invisible reality of sound
constantly
extending out
as psychokinetic vibrations
from
even the things you would least suspect—
so, if you
are one of the few chosen
to be more attuned to these tremors
than others,
treasure the gift
and protect your own uniqueness
at all costs—
never get sucked down
by primitive intentions
for you must endure
you MUST endure and safeguard the forces
that drive
evolutionary complexity
forward—
the saving grace
of this beautiful world

once a day
upon awakening
we feel invincible
when the sun rises
and for a brief lapse
in the ego-dominated mind's eye
we are lulled into eternity
because we have not yet been presented with an occasion
to be pulled down
by the world of ten-thousand things—
the hope is,
the goal is,
that we can remember that feeling
of how close we felt to God
when we first opened our eyes
and have such inspiration
innervate
the entirety
of our daylight hours—
so when the sun sets
and we question
our own mortality
it will be a simple thought
that is laughed off
on our way
to sleep

i don't believe in death—
i don't believe there is ever an end—
your soul
is in your keeping
alone—
so remember
that even when those dark forces
in power
seek to sway you
by
insisting
that you can only live
if you can be perceived,
just look to your heart
and know
that your capacity
to live on
is boundless—
this is why
i gaze towards the sun,
fervidly,
because I know
that i will be there
someday

the only reason something becomes lost
is because
the someone who does the losing
feels
'I own that'
which is why
nothing is ever lost—
there is only the recycling of what is
so that it may be used again
in another way—
you cannot own
a piece of dirt
anymore
than the sky
can claim
a drop
of rain—
for all of life 
is a complex medium of repurposed matter
so
you must come to see
that when what you 'have'
is gone
it
has found another home
in another place
again

we all have our troubles

but if you think that yours

are any harder

or more noble

than anyone else's 

sadly

you are mistaken—

so let go

of trying to place

your variety of suffering

within the context

of the Great Story,

and focus your energy

deciding upon

the lesson to be found

because

that is the journey

and that is

the joy

I sit in silence and contemplate the stars
The day is spent chopping wood
And gathering water from the nearby
stream
To drink
I have visions of loveliness
And a happy life

What is a poem?

a poem is just an arbitrary
arrangement of words,
that happens to have meaning,
which negates its randomness,
because there is no meaning
that occurs
by accident—
and for this reason,
there is no folding up of a poem
into your pocket,
just the admiring of Order
in a random moment
when things come together
and you can sigh ahhh

Let The Light In

the trees can only breathe when the sun can shine
the earth only spins because of empty space
gravity only exists when there is relativity
disease emerges if sickness is ignored
wisdom evolves out of suffering
pain is a perception
freedom is always there
negativity is not healthy
profanity is easy language and the easy way out
beauty will never dissolve
music is the outward manifestation of the beating heart
sound is a function of the senses and can be lost
words are sacred
pride is the opposite of courage
fear is the flip side of productivity
protect the oceans
preserve the forests
treasure the mountains
love yourself
love the world
wake the fuck up
contradictions are inevitable because they are one in the same
history repeats itself and you will find yourself full circle
don't make the same mistake twice
sayings can be witty and mindless
don't be mindless
the richness of life is for the mindful
travel is not obligitory but kindness is
superstitions are patterns of anxiety bundled into a moment
troubles come and go
give everything away
materialism is a concept developed for exploitation
you own absolutely nothing
there is only light
let it in
there is only light
let it in 

Bright Lights, Big City

The bright yellow glow of a city at night
sitting up
like a luminous, artificial cloud
hovering—
its noise
drifting off to a place no one knows,
or can name
'cause it can't be placed
or have a finger put down upon it—
but still it's there
the city
glowing
and still it's gonna dance—
yet somehow
there's no explaining
why it draws us in