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  • As it is

    Stillness
    Elusively hides
    In the cracks and crevices
    Lining the basin
    Of my mind’s boundless rim

    Resting in the center
    I calmly watch my thoughts
    Float away from me
    Like streams

    Some flow as water
    Gently nurturing the ground
    Others rise, tangled together,
    Coming apart in the open space above
    Formulating like starling murmurations
    Gracefully existing

    I watch them pass on
    Into what other quadrants
    Will have them
    And gradually
    Without effort
    The stillness emerges
    And everything
    Is going to be alright
    Just being
    As it is

    2021sm

  • Insomnia eyes

    A vapor trail
    Forming in the dark glow
    Of the room’s electric haze

    Bumps and knocks sound lightly
    In the night’s omnipotence
    The blood pulsates rhythmically

    Sleep is elusive in the vesper
    A dull ringing in the chest cavity
    The hallway illuminates

    Someone is always awake
    Is it I
    Lumbering toward morning

    Or are we all sleeping in shifts
    Checking in on one another
    To ensure we’re not asleep

    2021sm

  • Archetypes and the inner god

    In the infinitesimal solar system within
    All these archetypes revolve around the igneous self
    So sure of its existence, its rightness in time and space,
    Burning brightly, raging in ultimate totality
    The anima and animus spin elegantly
    Along the orbit of their beautiful ring,
    Obscured by the shadow

    The shadow, dark though it may be
    In its opposition to the ego,
    Nevertheless projects a blindingly sharp power
    Through the inner cosmos,
    Like Jupiter’s great magnetosphere,
    Pulling without touching, invisibly pushing us toward conflict, collapse,
    And yet yearns for the love and acceptance

    The soul spins along an indefinite axis,
    Change is constant,
    Awareness the necessary kindling
    To keep this ancient fire alive
    And we are wise to love our little personal universe and all its chaos,
    To rest comfortably within this container
    In order to feel the wholeness of being,
    The warmth of god permeating from within

    2020sm

  • View from above

    All these lights
    Moving slowly
    In the deep arterial junctions
    Who is going where
    Why here and why now

    Blood red traffic lights
    The rabid claws of systemic automation
    Who are we
    But motorized cellular messengers
    Completing little tasks
    Beyond our knowing

    Who are we
    But feeble ants
    Lost in the crawl
    Headlights blazing
    Inch by inch transgressing the earth
    Little nodules
    Creeping through side streets and traffic lights
    Oblivious to the meaning

    2020sm

  • Distilling

    I realized
    How easy to shift
    From one mode to another
    To move
    The locus of control
    To a more positive
    Open
    Way

    2020sm

  • Yoga fire

    My mind meanders
    Like long treks across the Behring strait
    By primitive ancestors of the human strain
    And my thoughts are like wars
    Loud and impregnated with propaganda
    Spilling over into neighboring neural nation states
    All for the sheer velocity of being
    The adrenaline spike of still existing
    The subconscious roils and consumes itself
    And with one eye shuttered
    I long for sleep, a dreamless pause
    From the anarchy of I me mine

    2020sm

  • Friction loss and the dissipation of ego

    Made without meaning
    What other sensation is there
    To give proper feedback
    To the existential chain?

    Resistance
    Bracing against the inevitable gear of change
    Sparks fly like whispers of some greater fire
    The grinding of the way so arduous at times

    Under reasonable duress
    The nervous system succumbs
    Habituates
    Gravitates toward a pole

    Undulating electrically
    Little forms newly risen shudder and shake
    Alight in the afterglow of creation
    Until they are clothed in the mercy of life
    Living as if all this were preordained to be
    Exactly so, exactly this

    2020sm

  • In the wind

    Fear is the roaring undercurrent of now
    Fear in the wind
    In the streets
    In the mind
    Floating among the collective waves
    Passing through we hollow callouses

    Every germ that hovers on the edge of this thin membrane
    The igneous soul in every living thing
    All viron spiraling inward
    With insatiable helical hunger
    Little lipid arms searching for purchase
    For a host to draw from
    To drain, execute, replicate and evacuate
    This pathogenesis sprung into form before us
    It will endure in the after

    2020sm

  • Radiating

    This joy is coiled
    Like an ancient spring
    Anchored to the heart
    Humming
    Singing in bi-directional
    Multi-ordered harmonics
    Keeping me tethered to this plane
    This nucleus of primal clay
    Radiating with love
    Humming
    Singing

    2020sm

  • Starbound

    In the center of each animate soul
    Lies a great implicit void
    Churning timelessly against the boundary
    Of self and the external;
    A monstrous singularity
    Consuming need and meaning,
    Purpose, ideas,
    Swallowed and rendered back
    Into their smallest constituent parts,
    The little flecks of proto-energy states
    Discharged as raw materials
    Back out among the heat of existence.

    2020sm