Friday, April 3, 2015

i don't eat lamb

sitting aloft
gorging on but feed
fat with content

facts only false
life a wasted speck

in space and time most immeasurable
i sit silently

enjoying my mind, too much
traveling from past through future 
at each point trying to let go some more

to not want

tripping along the journey
happy and free

i am me


Monday, January 26, 2015

how do I put them out?

Darkened through shadows thought
A life in a time not felt honest
I become confused
Unable to see myself
My heart

Simple time in now shows me full

Of life

Of time

Of happiness

The sounds of life resound around me

Saturday, December 6, 2014

to the stars

i'm not lost only looking
saddened by this world, human existence, that we live within

now feeling a small path will make a big difference
wanting our need for a symbiotic relationship to be forthgiving

seeing shapes given over to each material being

i feel forgiven

pleaded upon though to make a change
never feared of, for time will eliminate

our hope will only stretch us so far

without realisation we will be lost

Sunday, November 23, 2014


to realise that letting go is simply being within moments
this second and beyond. a moment is so deep

held for eternity
awoken to happiness

open to the all

truly alive

encapsulated by the breath, the senses

not wanting
of past or future

to only be

Saturday, November 1, 2014

i am

stopped  for a moment
feeling life now
no thought
no mind
all emotions emptied
a wholesome freedom from the electric noise
going on without knowing


the desire to be
sharing drawn

hopping gayly

ever the fool

Sunday, October 19, 2014

to hear

making shapes at will
own forms from a taught paradigm
shifting, feeling momentum is forward

is it

to know. would you? i?

if its motion exists, allow it

foward or back it shall be learning
from each moment, irrespective of time passing

holding to knowledge over life

shaped by it all, free to know

Saturday, October 18, 2014

the mistake

a mind like a shadowed sky
sitting beneath it seeking only blue

clarity, emptiness, vast

a wandering thought taken by many
wanting emptiness, knowing wanting is the cause

of pain

no diligence, no patience, not enough practice

caught in this time, in this place, seeking only the past freedoms

of thought
of solitude

to assume it would be easier

perhaps that is