What better moment
Can there be
Than when my eyes
Can see
All the many colours
That can be
Perhaps only
That moment
When I can love
All the many colours
That are me
Tag: California
Companions of Existence ~ NaPoWriMo Day 29
This orb
This life giver
This thing of mass
And light
And heat
And meaning
That sets consciousness
Alight
This battery
The necessary and sufficient thing
To create all things
Material
Etherial
Conceptual
Spiritual
Generator of
Possibility
Inevitability
Everything depends
On a lonely star
Circled by rocks and gas and ice
Themselves circled by rocks and gas and ice
Twirling on the outer arm
Of a galaxy of stars and rocks and gas and ice
All made of star stuff
Except consciousness
Which lives in a home
Made of star stuff
But is not
Itself
Star stuff
Instead
Merely a conceit of matter
Believing it is matter
That somehow
Matters
And perhaps it does
Or
Perhaps it does not
But in this moment
I matter
To me
And that is all
That matters
That
And all the other
Matter houses
For consciousness
My companions
Of existence
The Bridge and the Fog
He dreamed of another time
A time that never was
In a place that might have been
He dreamed of a bridge
From a land spare and dry
To a fabled city on a hill
He dreamed of a fog
That stood between
Where he was
And where he could be
In the dream
The fog never cleared
He never crossed the bridge
When he woke
He realized the fog
Was the nightmare of his childhood
The bridge was a path
From the child to the man
From who he was
To who he could be
He would never cross the bridge
So long as he held the fears
Of the child
He would never overcome the fears
Until he allowed himself
To feel the child’s pain
The Welcome Flood of Emptiness
Occluded
Clouded
My mind a storm of thoughts
Breathe
Stillness
Empty myself
Of past, present and future
Of fear, desire, need
In the quiet
A softening
Becomes a glimmer
Becomes the light itself
Flooding the plain
Of my existence
Which at first
Seems wasteland
Breathe again
And the waste becomes barrenness
Breathe again
And the barrenness becomes emptiness
Detached
From time and material things
I learn the beauty of emptiness
Which I fill
With this moment
When the Sun Shines on the Bay
Some places draw me in
With the embrace of an old friend
Not seen in far too long
The Streets of San Francisco
Fabled Streets
Of San Francisco
Car chases
And cable cars
In nineteen hundred and ninety six
I take my 5th wheel down Powell
Forty-five feet of feelin’ cooler than
McQueen, Cage and Connery
Past the bottom
The truck’s brakes fail
So I drive the city streets
Using the trailer’s brakes
Impressing a parallel trucker
“You’re one of us,” he tells me
Eat your hearts out
Movie stars
Moonrise Over Susanville
Subtle light
Illuminates the night
A heavy sigh
As the day draws nigh
Straight Stretch
Oft times the path ahead
Seems crystal clear and straight
Still I proceed with caution
Keep my eye upon the road
For sudden curves unforeseen
For living things which cross the lane
For side roads leading from the route
Some could throw me from my course
And I could lose my way
Some may form a barrier
Force me to a halt
Some may lead me far astray
Distract me from my goals
Some may offer opportunity
A better route to go
And which of these
I may not know
Until I drive
Some many miles beyond
Powell Street Cable Car Smile
I record the world
To share what I have seen
And as I share
I often find
The moments missed
While I recorded
Like a beautiful smile
Meant for me alone
To find their meaning
I set down the words
But do not own their meaning
Any more than I control the wind
The sun
Or the rain
I release them
Into the world
Let the prevailing winds
Take them where they may
Perhaps to find the meaning
They have for you
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