and then…
December 15, 2022
(with gratitude to R. Crumb)
I had the epiphany
that I am free
of all the thoughts
that limit me
that I am connected
to everyone
and everything
and then
I did the dishes
Beyond the world of discovery that music has been for me, there was always the bigger world, the universe of questions about what we’re a part of, how it works, and how to best fit into the larger whole.
My love of words, a fascination with scientific, philosophical, and spiritual inquiry, and a quiet determination to learn how to be a better human (and a happier man) have led me on a path of shaping my experience, breath by breath, into poems.
Here are some of them.
December 15, 2022
(with gratitude to R. Crumb)
I had the epiphany
that I am free
of all the thoughts
that limit me
that I am connected
to everyone
and everything
and then
I did the dishes
December 5, 2022
Why do we mythologize ourselves,
inventing little nuggets
of meaning and drama,
shaping our lives into the form
of a well-loved story?
Should it not be enough
that each one of us
is an inexplicable miracle,
in a universe of miracles?
Why explain the ineffable,
when accepting it with wonder
is all we really need?
November 30, 2022
there is a certain
sublime surcease
in surrendering to sadness
to sit in succulent silence
serenely satisfied
by such sweet sorrow
November 21, 2022
I think,
therefore I am,
but I am not
what I think.
And the more I think,
the less I remember
what I really am.
September 26, 2022
The boat you float in
isn’t real.
It is held together
with your resistance.
Give in,
and let the water take you.
It is where you came from.
It is your home.
You don’t need to float
above the water.
You ARE the water.
August 2, 2022
There is a lonely child
hiding inside you,
waiting to be seen.
Let them know
they are safe.
Let them know
this is a beautiful world,
and that it’s time
to play!
July 25, 2022
To “satisfy”
is “to make enough”.
The only way
to be truly satisfied
is to look inside,
until you discover
that what you already have
is enough to make you happy.
July 5, 2022
Control is a mirage
in the desert of our fevered thoughts.
We thirst for relief
from the barren landscape we have imagined,
blind to the truth that there IS no desert,
and that everything we need
is all around us.
May 27, 2022
The part of our minds
that thinks it knows
what thinking is
doesn’t know anything
except itself.
It lives in a world
of its own creation,
forever struggling to fit
whatever it experiences
into a mold too tiny
to hold anything
except a lonely dream.
March 9, 2022
sometimes we need to bleed a little
before we can begin to heal
sometimes a scab is a shield
that is no longer needed,
and ripping it off
is the only way forward
being with the pain we hid from
is the path to reclaiming our power,
the strength to walk that lonesome valley,
and the patience to keep walking,
step by step, towards the light