Substance
I recall in the Early Days of My Life …
I was Looking for Something, without
realizing I was Looking for Something.
In high-school, I hung out with a group of distracted mischevious trouble-makers. One evening, I sat down with a good friend amidst beer, cigarettes and Jim Morrison, and we began to talk. Somehow, our conversation drifted from the ‘usual’, high-school-age-kid-stuff, to stuff a little more ethereal and abstract.
We began talking about Time, about Space. About our place in the Universe. About the Apparent Emptiness of Things, the Vastness of the Unexplored.
I remember my Ears pricking up, like a German Shepard who finally hears a long-lost Voice.
Read MoreBliss
Bliss
You are unending
You make me smile
and serenade you
I am a feather;
if I don’t breathe out
I will lift up
elevate
You are the light
that turns on
when the mind
turns off
You are the gift
that keeps on
giving
but doesn’t give up
You are the laughter
that
softens the
colors of time
You are everything
And you are nothing
Read MoreLucky You
lucky core
big inside you
flannel & gold
a weave that is true
lucky bird
inside that cage
seasons have passed
and so we age
Bad people and me in life, death, and rebirth.
Space and Spots
Space and Spots. For you just dots. But please let me play.
Space and Spots. To you just plots. But please let me stay.
Space and Spots. In you it rots. I can’t just walk away.
Space and Spots. Perhaps like knots. Can unravel it you say?
Space and Spots. It in no way nots. You are here another day.
Space and Spots. With your pans and pots. May we feast without delay.