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.

Little Houses

March 22, 2015

All our lives,
we have moved
from one little house
to another.

The day of our birth
was our first eviction,
thrust out
from safety and warmth
into noise and uncertainty.

And then,
in our separation,
raw and unprotected,
we discovered walls
we could build ourselves.

And growing,
always pushing further,
we let our walls expand,
building elaborately,
seeking opulent security.

And always,
something called us
beyond our second womb,
until our walls grew too thin,
and we burst out,
reborn.

And then
we float free,
free to build castles of fancy,
poems of architecture,
not to live in,
but as monuments
to what we were,
and what we may become.

If the Buddha Had a Smart Phone…

March 18, 2015

If you witness beauty,
save a picture in your heart.

If you feel joy,
send a message to your Spirit.

Wherever you go,
put down your phone,
and be!

Our Teachers

March 13, 2015

Spiritual seekers
tend to deify their teachers,
attributing Godly powers to them.

And yet, a true teacher
is simply a facilitator,
one who eases
the process of learning.

A teacher is a bridge
between the teachings and the student,
a lens to bring the truth into focus,
so it can be seen more clearly,
and assimilated more completely.

Our great teachers
deserve our greatest gratitude,
our greatest respect,
for their humbleness,
and for their skill,
insight, and passion.

Little Rooms

March 9, 2015

In most moments,
we live in little locked rooms,
apartments of the mind,
cluttered with memories
and judgements.

Adrift in a pool
of thoughts and fears,
we tread water,
almost drowning.

And then,
sometimes,
the walls split wide,
and we float free,
with no myths
to hold us.

Unbounded
by our own descriptions,
we are nothing,
and everything,
seeing itself.

Spirit

February 26, 2015

Spirit
is
the
universe
manifest
everywhere,
always.

I
am
the
universe
manifest
here,
now.

My God

February 26, 2015

My God
is
within
me.

I
am
everything
and
nothing.

I
have
all
I
need.

Everything and Nothing

February 26, 2015

My God
   is within me.

I am everything
  and nothing.

I have all
  I need.

The Universe

February 24, 2015

Most likely,
the universe doesn’t care,
as galaxies and atoms
wheel about each other,
without regard for my opinion.

Am I any less for that?

As I look out
through this body’s eyes,
I am dreaming meaning,
my own little movie
on the screen of life.

The “truth” I see
is my own creation.

In my own universe,
I am a little God,
like a drop of water
in the ocean of Being.

Remembrance - To Nadine

February 24, 2015

Bathed in your spirit,
we drummed from our hearts,
guided by your heart.

We felt your smile,
we felt you dance,
unfettered by time,
your light shining on.

Not Knowing

February 24, 2015

Not knowing
is, perhaps,
the purest form
of honesty.