Smell That?

Tear through the distortion,

Rip through magnetic fields.

Come back to a proportion that

Will show you what is real.

Don’t “get a grip,” release it!

Remember who you are -

Who you were before they taught you

To be selfish, “smart,” a scar.

If there’s a lump in your throat,

It’s because there ought to be.

For what lies have been forced down it,

When you could’ve been living free.

Self Similarity

A forest in the crook of every tree

On each petal, a garden

Is the whirl of earth and universe,

Acts we’ve truly starred in?

What’s the smallest spec of consciousness?

Inspect it with temerity.

Dark matter’s truly ominous,

Viewed in self-similarity.

Where’s the center? Where to start? 

The Hub of Light? The axle?

Doesn’t matter much, which part,

Since everything is fractal.

In sum, in parts, a statement

About all that is and was,

A poem with no abatement,

Just because.

Real Sounds

I love it when the TV’s off

And no one’s even speaking

No music needs to fill my ears,

No bass, midrange or squeaking.

Now I can really hear real life,

When there’s a break from words.

Soft fan, soft traffic, humming fridge,

Footsteps, dogs and birds.

Old Things

Every second of the past, rusted, antique

How they pile up when they are counted!

Closely observed, it’s with their texture that they speak

Clutter! We’ll judge to what they’ve all amounted.

What piece, to me, seems like just some old junk

To someone else, it may seem gilded porcelain

Depends on thought, or rather, what was thunk,

(Which is the sound past moments make when you have

 dropped one!)

Night II

I will sleep, grateful

For words that keep me floating

Across seas of stars.

Meditation Bell

A pebble meets a pool

Stone meeting liquid glass

(The freshness of damp grass)

The splash, a liquid jewel

The stone is smooth, yet rough

Water’s surface is abrupt

They meet, and touch, erupt

Now, inhaled, is enough

Yet, on the timbre rings - 

Concentric circles, softer, wider

Wave of sound and form get quieter

Breathing, breath, consciousness brings

Irrelevant Misstep

Sweet mistake majestic,

Error most imperial,

Wakes of the sleekest, swiftest boats

Disappear, no longer real.

So life will close above you, too

And painlessly, congeal.

Breathtaking misjudgment

And all effects thereof

Seem permanent in consequence

But are dissolved by love

We stumble down our rocky paths

To a miscue-free above.