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 23, 2014
Do not give your love away,
or allow it to be taken.
It is not yours to give,
nor anyone’s to take.
Rather, share it,
let your heart open and expand,
until it touches all hearts.
Then you will awaken
from the dream of separation.
February 20, 2014
Spirit,
perfect and eternal,
cannot be be broken.
Yet the body,
earthbound and ephemeral,
can.
Time and entropy
wear down the engine of flesh,
and there comes a moment
when life and being
can no longer be held
In its fragile frame.
It is then that the spirit
longs to be free,
bursting the bonds
of fleeting form.
Then,
in that moment
of release,
is not death
the final healing?
February 14, 2014
This is a beautiful world,
Right now.
Light flows in,
Right now.
Everything is Spirit,
Right now.
All there is,
Is this.
This is the truth,
Right now.
February 11, 2014
“I will love you always”
may be true, always,
because love exists
outside of time.
And yet, things change.
Thoughts and feelings
come and go.
Love seems to disappear,
when the mind rules,
and the heart shuts down.
And, in each moment,
there is a choice:
to re-open our hearts,
to revisit that place,
outside of time,
where Spirit lives.
love will still be there.
It is always there,
as we come and go.
January 28, 2014
Wanting
is the lack
of having.
It is grasping
that fills
emptiness
with pain.
Let go,
and open
to emptiness.
Let it be filled
with what is,
and what can be.
January 26, 2014
Nothing matters
like the mind thinks it does.
Everything is perfect,
in the flow of Is.
Whatever we create,
there is room for it to be.
Whatever the story we tell,
it is true, in the infinite play of Being.
January 21, 2014
There is nothing fair
about the cards we’re dealt.
Yet there can be grace and beauty
in how we play our hand.
January 21, 2014
We give power to what we pay attention to.
When you allow what you truly want
To become more powerful
Than what you want to avoid,
Anything is possible.
January 16, 2014
Where is a poem born?
A spasm of the mind,
spirit leaking through.
A fit of words,
a trail of experience behind it.
Being bursting out of nothing
into thought.
January 1, 2014
What do we deserve?
Someone who worships us
without challenging us?
Or someone who challenges us
without worshipping us?