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.
January 23, 2016
At its best,
a relationship
allows two people
to see
what is
most human,
and most good
in each other,
encouraging them
to be that,
and express that,
without wanting
or expecting
them to change.
January 23, 2016
Your path is not my path,
and my path is not yours.
When we met,
there was
that synergy
in the moment,
energies combined.
At those crossroads,
everything
seems possible,
choices
upon choices.
And, yet,
moving on,
we each chose
our own way,
loyal
to our own truth,
willing to let go
of what led elsewhere.
We move on.
January 23, 2016
Goodbye.
It was a beautiful dream,
and it was a gift to share it.
Like most dreams,
it passed quickly
on awakening,
though the taste of it
still lingers,
drifting through memory.
Slipping sideways,
through the cracks
of consciousness,
it fades away,
a glimpse
of the possible.
January 23, 2016
If we love someone
with all our heart,
can we give them the gift
of simply being with them,
for at least a few minutes each day,
with love and acceptance,
without demands or judgement?
Can we love ourselves
that same way?
November 20, 2015
A relationship
built on what we long for,
what we hope to be,
is an edifice
too weak,
too brittle
to withstand the throws
of time and change.
It is a castle
made of dreams and lies,
too fragile to stand,
flimsy
with unkeepable promises,
destined to crack and fall
with the seismic shifts
of craving and desire.
Only when we stand
with naked heart and soul,
sufficient and alone,
can we share our Selves
so that something new
may take root,
something supple
and strong enough
to bend with time,
and grow as we grow.
April 6, 2015
From time to time,
something in me
still searches for your nature,
some essence
that I missed
in myself.
I did not realize
that I was not seeing you,
but seeing me,
as in a mirror,
parts I have not owned,
projected on your image.
Sometimes,
I glimpse who you are,
behind the mask of my illusion,
and see the light that is your own.
Yes, I saw it
because it is mine too,
the shared light of two humans,
vulnerable and learning.
March 22, 2015
Lust can open a door,
But only love
and friendship
can keep it open.
February 5, 2015
In this moment,
I look to see who’s there,
and I see no one.
Is the mirror of my memory,
only an error in my memory?
Who did I ever see,
across from me,
but a reflection
of my own heart?
Who do we ever see,
except other hearts
that seem to beat,
in that moment,
in time with ours?
Which is the illusion:
that we are separate,
or that we are One?
December 4, 2014
You appeared in my life
as a beautiful animal,
dancing the dance of being,
to be sensed, seen, and felt.
A cat does not wonder
how he came to be here,
and, yet, you did.
Living in the moment,
the cat accepts my caring,
but you, being human,
questioned everything.
November 22, 2014
Your friendship
is like a warm blanket,
a comfort
when the cold seeps in.
Your hugs,
real and spoken,
are like the purr of a friendly animal,
sharing the warmth
of being human.