The Music of the Moment of Aware Present
June 14, 2016
the road is time
road is space
road is gravity too
crumble light into photons spread as a gravel path to now
the road is teacher
a patient road
only road is loyal
death card (for robin
August 15, 2014
old fences new gates
fear that torrent of raw honey
sweet beats me to my dreams
separate we are not we
we are strung together
harmonic crow language
passage
#556. for antoinette before the first blizzard of winter
February 14, 2013
old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train
there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks
#554. swan
January 15, 2013
swan
how is it
you left me
here on this earth
alone and remembering
tears are not just salt water
they are the sea
#548 mused
August 15, 2012
in the red dream
i see your heart flow
we hold on to each other
meet eyes across distances
much greater than ages or pain
pooling liquid salt water defeat death
daring to be father darling daughter to the spirit core
#534. tell me white wing
March 14, 2012
her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her
as we descend into dream
no cruelty will matter
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together
tell me white wing
where do you take me tonight?
#533. changes
March 7, 2012
living in two
lives and falling
into a deep third world
crashing in unknown dreams
time is kaleidoscope tantalizing
fragrant and clear and shattered
beat the mirrors into shards of rhythm
between the being and the process of being
which is dancing the sweet thin edge of sorrow
later the cold floor awakens me startling me feet
#532. ten year
February 3, 2012
passing forward and behind the how and now
life brings the re-creation of childhood endorphins
along the entire length of the operant moment stringing
deep in a realsong of being in time with relativity and a music
memory the sweet infinity of colored icons humming beneath eyelids
i see the checkerboard
apron with strings untied
my mother with watchful eye
still young in this amazing dream
of life without her
#530. to wake
January 23, 2012
in dreams colors
spark to red spirit
floats above your bed
life regathers all its power
strength returns and so does wonder
open your eyes
and breath
your fire
#527. torturer’s apprentice
January 13, 2012
quoting screams
indeed the rape of dream
torn humans shredded lives
over lies
religion
is not god
country is not god
thou art god
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