Beyond my flesh
Sense the world
And its beings
Not by touch
Nor sight
Nor sound
Not by smell
Like a sphere of presence
A sphere of influence
Because others
Feel me, this way
And I feel them
Like I know them
Not by touch
Nor sight
Nor sound
Not by smell
Like a sphere of presence
A sphere of influence
Because others
Feel me, this way
And I feel them
Like I know them
Except
Perhaps
Sunrise
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
One I observe most completely
With a quiet mind
And a still body
A peace I take with me
A harmony I can experience, anytime
By relaxing my body
Stilling my mind
And taking a few deep breaths
Time is always active
Always present
Always changing
Only consciousness
Forgets
Or represses
Time is always moving
Cultures move on
People move on
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
I wonder why I live in the city
With its noise
Both visual and aural
With its go-go-go
And its stresses
Its meanness
And petty heartbreaks
I wonder this
Whenever I enter the idyllic
A place of peace
Where time is kept
By the movement of the sun
The seasons
Where change is driven
By the needs of nature
Rather than the pace
Of technology
Of politics
Of corporate commerce