Who’s ever on my mind
at the time
will be fine.
I do not draw the line
because I want to be kind.
Consequently,
I must let go of my mind.
And then I will find.
The truth that is mine.
I realize whatever binds.
The things that are lies
How we always must ask why?
Then I’m not afraid to die.
Here we go
To and fro
Peaks and valleys
Lows and highs.
To sleep
I go.
No need to weep.
For roots grow from my feet.
And they go deep.
I think it’s pretty neat
but it’s not mine to keep.
Thus I keep on
Like a fawn
on the pond.
Like the land
or the man.
Mountains
with spring fountains.
I am allured
to that which is pure.
I yearn
to be like the fern.
It is me
I am the tree
I say with glee.
There I am
me as the lamb.
My oh my
I look to the sky
Laughter
because there is no master.
Clouds flow
Trees grow
Mountains slough.
And here I go
Only with flow.
Remember to be slow.
Breath
My heart beats
as crickets leap.
I take off my coat
to sit upon a log
to hear the frogs croak.
In a beautiful bog.
To think they were just polywogs.
And caterpillars turn to butterflies.
The universe is fair.
From the peasant
to the mayor.
From the pheasant
to the mare.
Natives with their hair.
A wizard in his lair.
A witch near her cauldron.
Wisdom known by children.
Before the program is filled in.
Light density
Is my propensity.
Only then can I see.
Only then am I free.
Bricks stacked
as if they are a fact.
But it is our knack
to put them back
in the sack.
Before we feel lack.
The mirror
becomes nearer.
No fear
into your eyes you peer.
Direction
to extinctions.
North for what it’s worth.
South towards the mouth.
East to feast.
West to rest.
Mother Earth is the best.
Lest I be the best
in time of jest.
How I want to nest.
Birds
with their words.
Diction
would be fiction.
I’m alive
therefore I die.
In death
there is birth.
In night
there is light.
In the ground
up is grown
What is sewn.
This is what is known.
Only experienced
It cannot be shown.
We are never alone.
There is never a clone.
There is nothing to own.
Catalyzed.
Materialized.
Energized.
Rain drips down
into the ground.
Into my soul
overflowing my bowl.
Sometimes I lay under wool.
Thinking I’m a mole.
Or mycelium.
To play is the way
the way.
No need to ask “if I may”
of if it’s “ok”
My cells I am
My ceiling is none.
Then I have fun.
Because there’s no game
to be won.
Shifting sands
in the mound
it is found.
Nothing
and all things.
There are no walls
except our mind has the gall to say.
Hands open.
Eyes woken.
This stone is a token.
Do you think I am joking?
It is a dream
or so it seems.
No need to be mean.
Clothing rips at it’s seams.
Lips upon lips.
Touch
It doesn’t take much.
For the heart to flush.
Skin reddens
as if it was a wedding.
Ringing. Leaning. Meaning.
Symbolism in tribalism.
Impressionism.
Organism.
Orgasm.
Spores.
They want more.
This is where we get lore.
Even when we are unsure.
We open the door.
Because our eyes look to the fore.
Infants to elephants.
Do we really need management?
Look down
that’s where it will be be found.
Then you can wear the crown.
But don’t become enamored.
Grateful when I am wakeful.
Humble when I slumber.
Into hypnosis I tumble.
Drifting.
Soil sifting.
Through my fingers
yet is lingers.
I am eager.
To feel her.
Lover Earth.
I give you all that I’m worth.
It is for you
which I know to be true.
The moon flew round
There was no sound.
Then I found
that I was unwound.
Relaxation.
Elongation.
Negation.
Infiltration.
Consternation.
Constellation.
Trinity
to infinity.
Levity
to the beauty.
Fully.
Reality.
Triviality.
Profundity.
Triangle.
Eyes.
Squares.
And circles.
Polarity.
Dichotomy.
And where they meet
beneath my feet.
I bow
to here and now.
An ocean
in motion
has the notion
to be a potion.