all night, the cool heavy breeze
tumbles through the window from an
ancient past naked from the cloak of time.
it’s no wonder why the language of sleep is fluid off my tongue.
when I rise, the streams of fear
have been damned, and I stand before
another threshold that…
hello traveler.
you have arrived exhausted
running on the road of becoming.
stop.
rest.
stay here as long
as you need
to know this:
a mind of peace
is the strongest
state of being.
then,
return to the world.
we believe our minds
and it lies to us all the time.
caught in this delusion,
we continually walk through
the two doors of
suffering and happiness
and still don’t find what we want.
it is conditioned habit energy
to be dependent on these two portals
but it is also your…
men go on for decades,
sound asleep
with a sickle at hand,
trying to cut through all of the
endless shifting of
flora and fauna in their heads,
and arrive at a clearing
expecting to find a land
free from suffering.
instead, they are met with emptiness,
and the only tool…
Poetry
i am not who was,
and I am yet who I will be,
right now,
in this liminal space,
who knows?
there I was, sitting in the shallow whitewash,
where all the waves come and go
watching my son boogie board
while my wife and daughter built sand castles behind me.
nervous breakthrough is the only way I know how to describe it.
the road of fear I had walked on…
