Lightening doesn’t mourn
It doesn’t cry
It cracks across the sky
Lightening is always free
It breaks open the earth
It brings new birth
Lightening doesn’t worry
It wins every race
It jumps across time and space
—smelly da 🐐
To Thine Own Self Be True
I have seen the fields of light
I have run with all my might
I have been touched by golden light
I have now taken flight
When they punch my ticket
I’ll go gently into the night
But until then
I shall enjoy my flight
—smelly da 🐐
girl in the car
There were plenty of questions.
But I found there ain’t no right or wrong answers.
There is just old Uncle Charlie’s bar down by the pier.
I found my way to the end of the bar one fine orange fall day when all my questions had flown away like a murder of crows.
There I was, sippin a bitter warm beer at the end of the bar.
Old Uncle Charlie sat down beside me, he laughed and clinked his beer against mine, “L’chaim!”
“How’s life so far kid?” he growled in that old wise sandy voice.
His words were sharp and sank deep.
Silence hung between us forever it seemed, until we both burst out laughing.
I shot him a side glance and blurted out, “My favorite part was kissin the girl.”
“There was something about her that was different.”
“Something that gave me hope.”
“That’s my boy! Love is really never lost!” he shouted as he smacked me on the back.
“What happened?!”
“She’s waitin for me outside.”
“Well hell! Why did you end up here again then at the end of the bar with a groovy girl outside?!”
“I just wanted to say thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
kinky
there is light in us
dim it may be
i know it’s eternal
there is darkness in us
it appears to eat the light
but light can’t die
you can cover the light
but it’s always there
light knows light
light is life
light is forever
stay close to the light
when you travel in dark lands
it knows your knowing
it whispers in your ear
it tickles your ass
it licks your mind
it sticks its tongue in your ear
kinky
Peace Beyond All Understanding
When your life is said and done, it won’t matter anymore what the meaning of it was.
You lived it.
One day I will look back and say, if I am fortunate, I had a fine life, no regrets.
It was filled with wonders and doubt and fear and courage and love.
I spilled ink on the paper.
I left my blood in the dirt.
I made my mark.
Kindness and compassion are the best things in us.
Pray they do not die in thee.
For surely then, you are dead to love.
The worst tragedy a human being can experience.
When no one is looking, can you look at yourself in the mirror?
Did you hurt others?
Surely.
Did you make the best amends you could, hopefully.
Did you find your passion in life?
At the moment of your death, all the passions will be silenced.
No one will ever know when you hit your stride maybe, if you did.
Your life will flash before you.
May it not be an ugly sad ending to your story.
May you have learned, as Scrooge did, to give all the love you can while you can.
It is never too late to fall in love with life.
Don’t live with regret.
Don’t hurt those you love and love you.
Do better now.
I must say about life, it surprises me everyday.
The joy grows deeper now every moment.
As the world appears to be unraveling, it isn’t here.
Things just work out for the best.
There will be a moment, when it is your best time to die.
May that day be far from you.
Once you find love, you want it forever.
It bubbles over inside you sometimes at a mad boil.
Other times it just simmers on low.
It just doesn’t matter what’s happening out there.
Here, in the middle of life, one can find a peace that surpasses understanding.
If you are at the bottom, get up.
I was and did and I’m glad.
I look back on the birth of love within me.
I smile and I am thankful to have known life up and down, inside out.
As the loons rage against those they hate, one can experience peace beyond all understanding.
What a world!
What a life!
Life is inspiring and calls one up and out of their doubt and fear.
Sometimes you can see that hand from nowhere reaching out to you.
Take it.
Offer that hand to the other, and you will realize what love is.
Hold that hand offered to you long enough, until you are steady on your feet.
And then run!
Run like the wind 🌬
Run as far and as long as you can and don’t look back.
Don’t try to understand or explain, you can’t.
And then maybe at the end, nothing will be left to regret.
Peace to you Minerva, my sweet aunt.
You showed me kindness when my own mother couldn’t and wouldn’t.
Much respect ✊️ and love.
RIP
subjectless
clear your mind
heal your heart
meet silence
abandon yourself
face your shit
stick around
write some poetry
feel the flow
enjoy the glow
Standing
Sometimes, well, most times
You are standing here
Looking down
In the place you stand
You may see
Your feet in the mud
Or in water
Or on dry land
Or in a forest
Or on the rocks
Or in the sand
One may feel fear
While another has a beer
Fear not
Standing where you are
Is the beginning
And end of it
Taking a step
Is a whole other matter
Wherever you stand
Know we all stand with you
In the same place
You stand as I stand
You think as I think
You feel as I feel
Billions living the same life
Boggles the mind
Weakens the knees
Listen to the wind blow
Through the trees
Look how the wind
Makes waves in the water
Remember what time
Has forgotten
A tree can only stand
As witness to life
Watching the birds and bees
Perhaps you and I are trees
We sing songs as we feel
The wind blowing through our leaves
🍃 🍁 🍃 🍂
Thunder Perfect Mind
I know both her faces.
I have met her in the women I have loved.
She was born of the source and she birthed the source in time.
I have hated and loved her.
I have cursed and praised her.
She is the wisdom of the Greeks.
She is the knowledge of the Barbarians.
She is the White Buffalo Calf Woman.
She brought the Seven Sacred Rites to the Lakota.
History is not fact, it is narrative.
What does she want of us?
She will never let me go.
She echos in my heart and mind.
She soothes my soul and makes me rage.
Every real man has had to contend with her in time.
Lilith and Eve.
How to pierce her duality?
When I go to my resting place beyond time, she will meet me there and I will live and not die again.
My head hurts.
But I am sober.
My heart longs to be worthy of her, but I fear her.
I feel she wants to eat my heart.
Maybe I have to give it to her willingly.
I would not be here now without her.
The way my wife clings to me, is like how she grasps for me.
I have always pushed my women away.
Out of fear of being loved and known and maybe exposed as the weakling I can be.
But now, I am falling into a black hole.
Dying My Last Breath
Oh the echoes in my mind
From ancient times to midnight row
What a distance the golden bird has flown
I’m running with the wolves tonight
I dream of being alive
Will we ever speak again
Can I have back what I broke
I have born the scorn of the forlorn
I sit here on a sunken boat
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The everyday mind: that is the way.
Buried in vines and rock-bound caves,
Here it’s wild, here I am free,
Idling with the white clouds, my friends.
Tracks here never reach the world;
No-mind, so what can shift my thought?
I sit the night through on a bed of stone,
While the moon climbs Cold Mountain.
—Hanshan
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