Secrince’s light

September 8, 2016

 

 

 

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Was true in moonlight, set in space

absence of time, blue, red and black

fountains violent, desire-less sight

touching, yet separate; similar paths

Rage does slow, abound and kneeling

with page in hand, soaked with feeling

perfected sight, foot steps go slowly

come back full circle, season dwelling

Sane willows sway and hold dear secrets

sworn once more on final night

known and forgotten just to see

merged again to absorb light

 

In the depths

February 12, 2014

night

Telling a story made of lies

to bring about awe and surprise

Does the three seconds of laughter justify

the ingrained solicitation?

Now that the crowd has lulled

what next will be revealed

to fulfill ones’ empty need?

Or is it just the opposite?

Is it a covering over of the uncertain and the unknown?

For true death comes from surrendering the cyclic process of thought.

Pushing away all discomfort and uncertainty; aggression

Pulling and grasping that which makes a sense of security; passion

Endlessly oscillating, thinking it will bring about happiness; ignorance

Is it not below the current where stillness brings about clarity?

In the darkness; the disorientation; the fear…

In the depths where stainless love has always been.

Still places

January 30, 2014

Fix the light bulb at night

sampling midnight air just right

fur-covered explorers striding elegantly about

while skin speaks with eloquence

 

Red, red embers attract the wind

the end of death, breathing begins

bright blue lover with a beautiful caress

emptiness granting romance

 

Altering to remain the same

counting cracks on the ceiling again

flow of heat showing all the lost places

flow of love, perfected spaces

 

Flowers bend a knee

notes made of dreams

a time without memory

a place made to feel

 

 

 

All to be

January 14, 2014

To sit in silence;

slowing down

thoughts losing speed

even more importantly, losing substance

 

Allowing all to be as is;

the tense neck

the fear of the unknown

the unassigned love

 

To walk as human;

to feel a heavy heart

experiencing uncertainty

knowing all is fleeting

the Tide

August 23, 2010

Friend in pain from heart stretched thin
The ties that pull at the organ within
Across a plane that blurs from sight
This very pain that is the path of rite

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