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.


February 16, 2020

In every moment
is the chance
to pay attention.

allows intention,
which allows choice.

Without them,
we become machines,
playing out old programs,
at the mercy of the patterns
of our past.

We are not fully alive
until we pay attention
to the life within us
and all around us;
and every moment
is a chance
to pay attention.

all our stories

February 3, 2020

Life does not create our problems.

We create them for ourselves
with our endless commentaries.

Beneath all our stories,
there is a silence
where life flows effortlessly
when we allow it.


January 24, 2020

I am signing
a nonaggression pact
with myself.

No more
will I try to fix
what I fear is broken.

No more will I judge
what I don’t understand,
or resist what I am
uncomfortable with.

I am promising
to embrace whatever may come,
to accept it as gift,
to trust in the wisdom
that lives in me
and in everything around me.

To Sit

January 16, 2020

(with gratitude, to Thich Nhat Hanh)

Sometimes I sit,
just for the pleasure
of simply sitting.

Not to learn
to be a better sitter,
but just to be sitting.

Out of Emptiness

January 12, 2020

I was born out of emptiness,
and to emptiness I will return.

The more I look into that darkness,
the more I see the birthplace of everything,
where everything must also return.

And when that day arrives,
I need not fear falling
into some strange, forbidding place,
for I will be going home.

Moments that remind us

January 12, 2020

There comes a time
when memory foam forgets,
and Eveready isn’t ready.

These are the moments
that remind us
that our world is run
by the engine of entropy,
and that things wind down,
by and by.

All our expectations
are but wistful dreams,
destined to dissolve
in the light of day,
when we are given glimpses
of the divine cycle
of becoming and decay,
granting life to everything
in its time.


January 4, 2020

What is nature to us,
except a mirror
of our own nature,
our essence stripped bare
of all our thoughts
and pretensions.

Beneath The Noise

December 31, 2019

In the moment you discover
that your thoughts are mostly noise,
you can begin to find the peace
that is always there beneath them.


December 3, 2019

Colors roll by,
in a slow dance of change,
moment by moment
in the darkening sky,
season by season
in a sea of leaves,
cycles neverending,
wheels within wheels,
tiny cogs meshing
in infinite procession.


November 17, 2019

What’s so special
about the present moment
is that it’s all there ever really is.

All our other moments
are just ideas,
thoughts about moments passed,
or moments yet to be.

Endless hours roll by
while we ruminate
about what happened,
or what might happen,
while what IS happening
passes by us,

This is the tragedy of our lives:
that the more time we spend
assembling and assessing
our lives’ stories,
the less time we spend
actually living.