Beckon on
March 19, 2024
Long after lamps’ oil dwindles down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
a final truth never found
Forged as tools
Vailed mirrors direct The gaze
In vast colors and every way
Except that which is plain
Seeking preceptor
Kingdoms seduce in whole
Promise lands with crossed fingers
Soon all becomes damned
Towards heaven, passions turn
Every fiber transformed to be in reach
When the fall comes, as it always does
Enemies born externally
No will left to carry on the hunt
A moment arises within the breath
The fourth time destroying ticks
that do not exist
Long after lamps’ oil dwindles down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
a final truth never found
When in doubt
November 7, 2023
A changing of the season. Like the passing of some deeply held belief. Would this continue for the rest of his life? Chris debated the meaning of the cirrus clouds. What message was it bringing to him? Was it a sign? Maybe his existence has no meaning at all. How could he know? Amongst the confusion he had a moment of clarity, the snow would be. The easy way out of his cyclic thinking began by not fighting nature. It does not matter whether he liked or disliked the snow, whether is was a blessing or a burden; it simply is.
This realization brought a great calm within Chris’ normally discursive mind. All along he had thought everything had such deep and profound meanings. And now, when opinion was removed, his experience was as is, not how it should be. When in doubt, breathe.
Details
Cyclic
November 7, 2023
Maybe this time, maybe things will magically change
‘I can do it,’
‘just don’t care,’
‘don’t over think it,’
…all false mantras
I was doomed from the stubborn start
1104
August 25, 2023
It’s so nice to see you again
coming out the shadows with a pen
Just two lines for now. My brain has trouble organizing thoughts sometimes. This is a greeting to the writer in me looking to resurface.
unborn
March 31, 2023
it is not impatient, it is not angry
it is not lacking, it is not form
it is stainless
it is
the basic message
February 20, 2023
energy pulsing
along with morning crunching
breathe space breathe space breathe
Pronunciation
February 13, 2023
Untitled moment
three ante meridiem
being here for now
In hope that we might sleep
April 22, 2018
In times we cannot accept,
Minutes seem likes days.
No color, no taste…even love seems fake.
And then, we step with our left instead of our right.
We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.
The shoulders fall; we breathe again in a new space
And for a moment, we open again.
522
June 3, 2017
Touched by space in a moment
Not profound nor beautiful; just simply true
Reminds to rest and allow all fully
Not to chase or resist…
Simple breathing
Stainless light
October 22, 2016
Unborn, brilliant rays
Burn through and fade
Unnatural molds that we’ve made
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