On a cold grey
Wet dark day
Some places
Invite me
Wet dark day
Some places
Invite me
Come inside
It’s warm
And dry
And cozy
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Stop :: Rewind :: Play
I become attached
To what was
Replay it
Over and over
To what was
Replay it
Over and over
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
Conflict
When I realized
No conflict
Could be resolved
Either by winning
Or capitulation
I began to understand
The true nature of conflict
No conflict
Could be resolved
Either by winning
Or capitulation
I began to understand
The true nature of conflict
The interplay
Of force
And resistance
Our passion for awe
As I turn the pages
Of the open book
That is the world
Of the open book
That is the world
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine
To ride
It’s a little like water skiing, slalom, on a lake of glass. The sand between scattered clumps of thorny, ground-hugging scrub. Tires floating. Subtle adjustments on the handlebars as the tail slides, as the bike leans and yaws, as the turn that will right it comes around, slowly, slowly. Pedaling, pedaling.
Strange Forms
Strange forms
Provoke me
To alter my idea
Of strange
Provoke me
To alter my idea
Of strange
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Lightened
Enamoured of Truth
And science
And knowledge
And politics
And justice
And philosophy
Was I
And science
And knowledge
And politics
And justice
And philosophy
Was I
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
Reflections
Reflections form a perfect circle
Bringing the past into the present
And the present into the past
I create a history I prefer
Reforming memories I prefer
To remember
The Ovaltine Cafe
I’m drawn back
To another time
In a place
Ever unchanging
To another time
In a place
Ever unchanging
I imagine
Fedoras and furs
Cat eyes and horn rims
White gloves and ties
We go dancing across the water
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer
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