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.

Old Bodies

February 19, 2019

A human body,
as it passes a certain age,
Is like a good used car.

Though time
has had its way with it,
It retains its essence,
maintaining its functions
despite the myriad indignities
of entropy.

It allows each of us
to do what we need to do,
and go where we need to go,
remaining a trusted vessel
for expressing our own essence,
for continuing to be our true selves,
despite the little ravages of time.

Little Gods

February 19, 2019

Each person
has their own religion,
which we might call
“The Way I See the World”.

It has only
one priest,
one disciple,
one church -
The Church of Me.

It seeks acolytes
offering agreement,
saying “You are right!
This is how the world is!”

We each become god
in our own little church,
but we are lonely gods,
separated from each other
by our godly doctrines.

We stand alone
with our little truths,
forsaking the big Truth
for the thrill of being right.

Reflections on Love

February 18, 2019

Romantic love
is the falling away
of the boundaries you perceive
between you and another.

Universal love
is the falling away
of the boundaries you perceive
between you and ALL others.

You may fall in love,
and out of love,
with a particular person.

But when you learn
how to love everyone,
yourself included,
that can last forever.

on a mountainside

February 15, 2019

I am poised like a hiker
on a mountainside,
a path narrowly winding
between unyielding stone
and yawning emptiness.

I make my way mindfully,
alert to the boundaries and perils
on either side of me,
present to the endless beauty
that surrounds me.

Who I thought I was

February 13, 2019

My life has been cluttered
with unnecessary things,
mountains of mementos
of past incarnations
and impersonations,
a plethora of previous iterations
of who I thought I was.

And here I am,
viewing my own history from the outside,
amazed and aghast at how much stuff
my former selves have accumulated,
all in the name of hanging on
to who I thought I was.

instant karma

February 13, 2019

Whenever we communicate, we always have a choice:
to do it mindfully, or to suffer the consequences.

In this age
of technological wonders,
it is easier and easier
to share our grievances,
and just as easy
to share our joy.

Each message we send
is like an impulse
coursing through a vast mind
that spans the globe,
surrounding us,
engulfing us,
its collective thoughts
insinuating themselves
into our own thoughts.

We are like the neurons
of this world-wide mind,
each of us firing
with love or hate,
compassion or anger,
each time we share
our hearts or minds.

We are the conscious components
of an expanding super-consciousness,
growing and morphing
as we feed it.

And our peace of mind,
our spiritual well being,
perhaps our survival
depend more and more
on how we feed it.

Like Snowflakes

February 12, 2019

We are like snowflakes,
all made of snow,
all the same stuff,
expressing itself
in myriad ways.

We are permutations
of one great pattern,
simple and sacred,
repeating and mutating,
in endless variation.

We are one great spirit,
refracted through a million lenses.

We are each unique,
and each the same.

Thank you, Shaka

February 6, 2019

There is a man named Shaka
who shot and killed someone
when he was only 19.

Tried, convicted, and unrepentant,
he spent 19 years in prison,
and 7 years in solitary confinement,
alone with his tortured thoughts.

Through Grace,
and the truth he found
in the writings of others,
he was able to discover
that he was the cause
of his own suffering,
and that he had a choice
about who he wanted to become.

I have had an easy life,
free of the horrors he endured,
but I, too, have spent too many years
trapped in the prison of my thoughts,
victim of my own self-induced suffering.

Surely,
having lived a life of privilege,
I can find the strength
to free myself as he did,
and become the person
I was meant to be.

Thank you, Shaka,
for the light you spread!

Love and Fear

February 5, 2019

I have struggled,
for much of my life,
to keep my worst
from those around me,
but, all too often,
I have withheld my best
as well.

I have been afraid to love
and be loved
simply as myself.

In this painful prison,
the joy of authenticity
is hard to find,
and the boundless belonging
of an open heart
is likewise scarce.

Why have I settled
for so little,
for so long,
so willing to trade joy
for safety?

It has been a fool’s bargain,
a burden, slowly crumbling
under its own weight.

Bit by bit,
I feel it falling away,
until all that will be left,
if I am blessed by grace,
is me and the world,
with nothing in between.

Imaginary Landscapes

January 29, 2019

The universe does not care
what we think about it,
but the more that we care,
the less we are connected with it,
and what we think about it
becomes the map
we use to make our way within it.

And thus we live our separate lives,
each in our own imagined landscape,
born from our assumptions and prejudices,
blind to the changes and surprises
that life is mostly made of.

But there are times
when we come to the edge of our map,
bumping into borders
we have imagined into being.

Then, by Grace,
we may look over the edge,
and see the world’s true form,
in all its dazzling presence.

Beyond every wall we build,
there is a vista
surpassing understanding,
confounding our expectations,
out past the limits
of hope and fear.