A place of pure silence.
White as the heart of the sun.
Unending sadness.
Something I can not let go of.
28 October 2009
58
Mind pure as empty snow.
Flexible as a reed.
Serene as the ocean swallowing a pebble.
Beautiful as the firs in the mountains.
Flexible as a reed.
Serene as the ocean swallowing a pebble.
Beautiful as the firs in the mountains.
Tibet
Sitting on the temple roof.
The tiles fall below me.
The master is shaking his stick.
Sleeves snapping like battle standards.
Say good afternoon to the sun.
The tiles fall below me.
The master is shaking his stick.
Sleeves snapping like battle standards.
Say good afternoon to the sun.
Truth
This world is nothing.
And there is nothing beyond it.
So don't get your hopes up.
Forget all that rubbish about souls and sins.
Just breathe and eat.
Breathe and eat.
And there is nothing beyond it.
So don't get your hopes up.
Forget all that rubbish about souls and sins.
Just breathe and eat.
Breathe and eat.
Space One
I am destruction.
Fire and ash.
The potential energy of the Universe.
Squandered.
Wasted.
Frittered away.
The black hole that swallows everything but fear.
Fire and ash.
The potential energy of the Universe.
Squandered.
Wasted.
Frittered away.
The black hole that swallows everything but fear.
12 October 2009
Boy
If he burns all your bridges.
Start collecting pitch and oak.
The river still needs to be crossed.
When your name disappears from his book.
Seek out the permanent marker.
You are the light in the darkness.
No one will hold your candle for you.
Even if they offer to.
Be ready to catch it when they drop it.
Have a match to relight it when they try to blow it out.
Start collecting pitch and oak.
The river still needs to be crossed.
When your name disappears from his book.
Seek out the permanent marker.
You are the light in the darkness.
No one will hold your candle for you.
Even if they offer to.
Be ready to catch it when they drop it.
Have a match to relight it when they try to blow it out.
24 September 2009
Home
You were beautiful and kind.
An understanding angel.
Hiding your wings.
Smiling as you stand among the mundanes.
With warmth, not contempt.
Your hands bring peace and calm.
Your step is light and graceful.
As soft as your touch on our hearts.
Your kind words in our ears.
The world seems a colder place without you.
But it would be frigid.
Had you never walked among us at all.
An understanding angel.
Hiding your wings.
Smiling as you stand among the mundanes.
With warmth, not contempt.
Your hands bring peace and calm.
Your step is light and graceful.
As soft as your touch on our hearts.
Your kind words in our ears.
The world seems a colder place without you.
But it would be frigid.
Had you never walked among us at all.
Vast
I have built stars.
Set nebulae into motion.
Cleared lanes with supernovae.
These black holes are my creation.
Your earth a simple experiment.
And I am so lonely.
Set nebulae into motion.
Cleared lanes with supernovae.
These black holes are my creation.
Your earth a simple experiment.
And I am so lonely.
Creation
Resting in this warm womb of stars.
Less than an atom of a grain of sand.
A thousand, thousand, thousand, billion days in construction.
Less than a picosecond's building.
The master craftsman sits at his dilapidated board.
Surrounded by all the failure.
His smile lights galaxies.
His spark ignites life.
Less than an atom of a grain of sand.
A thousand, thousand, thousand, billion days in construction.
Less than a picosecond's building.
The master craftsman sits at his dilapidated board.
Surrounded by all the failure.
His smile lights galaxies.
His spark ignites life.
Stargazing
The gods walk along this ribbon bridge.
Speaking of the Universe in hushed tones.
They are flattered that we should believe.
Their mere powers created such majesty.
But the gods know that nothing can shape such beauty with intellect.
It is the power of chance and nature.
The gods are stargazers, too.
Speaking of the Universe in hushed tones.
They are flattered that we should believe.
Their mere powers created such majesty.
But the gods know that nothing can shape such beauty with intellect.
It is the power of chance and nature.
The gods are stargazers, too.
Forest
The true lesson of life
Is walk your own path
Hard and difficult though it may be
It will always feel more natural
And you will always know the way
While you are easily lost on the trails of others.
The stones are always sharper
And the fog is thick and dark
When you stray from your inner light.
Let this arrow point you home
Stay true to yourself.
Your path shall lead to places beyond imagining.
Is walk your own path
Hard and difficult though it may be
It will always feel more natural
And you will always know the way
While you are easily lost on the trails of others.
The stones are always sharper
And the fog is thick and dark
When you stray from your inner light.
Let this arrow point you home
Stay true to yourself.
Your path shall lead to places beyond imagining.
30 August 2009
East
Incense dancing
Curlicues and arabesques.
The scent of coke fires and polish.
Grooves worn in the marble aisle.
Dusted with thread.
Time-rubbed sarcophagi are sentinels at the altar.
Footfalls jive in the eaves.
Diminished inside wool coat.
The blanket of holiness on frustrated shoulders.
Winter lives in every breath.
Speaking through the chill on lips.
The wretched stiffness of fingers.
Pale, stretched canvas faces.
Lips red like wax seals.
Cupped hands, wicker baskets.
Mother Superior makes weak tea and listens close.
This situation is just begging for lies.
Religious, but only in these churches.
Curlicues and arabesques.
The scent of coke fires and polish.
Grooves worn in the marble aisle.
Dusted with thread.
Time-rubbed sarcophagi are sentinels at the altar.
Footfalls jive in the eaves.
Diminished inside wool coat.
The blanket of holiness on frustrated shoulders.
Winter lives in every breath.
Speaking through the chill on lips.
The wretched stiffness of fingers.
Pale, stretched canvas faces.
Lips red like wax seals.
Cupped hands, wicker baskets.
Mother Superior makes weak tea and listens close.
This situation is just begging for lies.
Religious, but only in these churches.
Letter
I humble myself before you.
Cover my head.
Clutch my beads.
I ask for nothing.
It is improper.
If I did.
I would ask you to protect my brothers and sisters.
From themselves.
For all of us.
We have emotions and reason.
Small brains to combine them.
Wisdom, mudane or divine.
Is always in short supply.
Cover my head.
Clutch my beads.
I ask for nothing.
It is improper.
If I did.
I would ask you to protect my brothers and sisters.
From themselves.
For all of us.
We have emotions and reason.
Small brains to combine them.
Wisdom, mudane or divine.
Is always in short supply.
Infinitum
The clashes.
Great rolls of thunder.
Vast nebulae of light and magic.
Smoking, flaming, plummeting.
The sky is at war.
Below, it is just weather.
Up here, chaos.
Immortal against immortal.
Great rolls of thunder.
Vast nebulae of light and magic.
Smoking, flaming, plummeting.
The sky is at war.
Below, it is just weather.
Up here, chaos.
Immortal against immortal.
Traveling
Look into the light.
Feel myself go cold.
Helium beneath me.
Their warm, strong hands reaching down.
A friendly grip.
"Welcome."
I will miss you all.
Feel myself go cold.
Helium beneath me.
Their warm, strong hands reaching down.
A friendly grip.
"Welcome."
I will miss you all.
Passage
The wind is cold and smoky.
Dropping from the clouds.
Through the rain.
Wings soaked and fatigued.
Seeking a newborn soul.
We've come to take you away.
Now don't be afraid.
Dropping from the clouds.
Through the rain.
Wings soaked and fatigued.
Seeking a newborn soul.
We've come to take you away.
Now don't be afraid.
18 August 2009
HPP
Shred me with your talons
Drop my ashes in the sea
I can coalesce from nothing
The ubermensch has arrived
He lives with his parents
Warping time and matter
Reading the future in spilled milk
Cleaning the dishes
Arranging fries in multi-dimensional gateways
Drop my ashes in the sea
I can coalesce from nothing
The ubermensch has arrived
He lives with his parents
Warping time and matter
Reading the future in spilled milk
Cleaning the dishes
Arranging fries in multi-dimensional gateways
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