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.
October 29, 2014
Death is not a problem.
A problem is the mind resisting
what it does not want.
When there is no mind,
there will be no problem.
To be alive and free of the mind
would not be death!
It would be life,
without problems!
October 28, 2014
Disease is life’s way of reminding us
that living is not always safe,
but it is always a gift.
As we wake up each day,
let us honor the body we’re given,
our temple for this lifetime,
and let our hearts be filled with gratitude
for the miracle of each breath.
October 27, 2014
The house of the mind
is too small to live in.
Step outside -
everything awaits you!
October 27, 2014
Every time
I pull my head
out of my ass,
the world
looks a lot brighter!
October 26, 2014
Life well-lived
is a dance,
a spontaneous song.
Each note grows
from the one before,
branching unexpectedly.
Step follows step
in endless possibility,
in infinite curves
of Nature and Spirit.
When the mind shuts down,
Life improvises,
and we are the dance,
we are the song.
October 24, 2014
This is the fulcrum,
This moment,
As was every old moment,
And as every new moment will be.
THIS and THIS and THIS,
Flow endlessly,
Always in balance,
Turning points in a sea
Of endless choice.
In the eye of experience,
The river roars past the leaf,
The sky soars past the bird,
Always alive in stillness,
And always,
also, moving.
October 21, 2014
As the landscape around us comes and goes,
so does the landscape within.
A radiant sky,
or a soulful face,
touches us,
and we capture it
in the memory of our machines,
not trusting ourselves to keep it.
And those moments of freedom,
mind blown by vivid experience,
slip away, like water
unless frozen into form,
crystalized with words.
Life flows around us,
through us,
and we try our best to hold it in our hands,
in a picture, an idea,
if just for a moment.
These images remind us
of what we were,
what we were a part of,
what we always are,
even in our forgetfulness.
October 20, 2014
To be insane
Is to be a human being.
To float above one’s own insanity
is to be a spiritual being.
October 16, 2014
A poem or a song
completes itself;
it has an end.
A painting
or a sculpture
stands in its final form
for everyone to see.
A life
is a little piece
of a continuum;
when it ends,
we will not be there
to see it.
It is a phrase
in the world’s song,
sung always,
phrase by phrase,
until the world itself
is gone.