Edifice
the inescapable fact
of existence
requires an alliance
made or unmade
to the true
and infinite shades
finding us
bound as one
in a multitude
seeking completeness
each small piece
a force
binding, repelling,
annihilation
or passing like ghosts
our pinpoint in time
burned toward an end
always chosen: either
in the fusing light of stars
which raised our eyes
in their liquidic capacity
to behold another face
or crush within nothing
lights grown too close
to escape the infinite hunger
born of a stage once bright
yet fallen in collapse
we choose our stance
in deception, that dies,
without exception:
to sacrifice for heat
or consume in the cold
to order chaos back
or shred truth to ends
the easy path of entropy lulls
like a wind denies its shape
drawing asleep words to lies
just as desolation thirsts
as clear water evaporates
while the harder path of stone
elements aligned in matrix
punch gravity down to raise us
higher than a species who dreams
all suns illuminating our heavens
a head raised like a stone carving in space
endures through time the ravages of lies
down on surfaces where species clamor
a stone leg planted firm as a monument juts
up through the sea, up through air, and the fire
blazing in the black night casting shadows
spanning long past all edges of the world
impossible as hope breaking free beyond us
through the larger seas unreachable
by anyone untrue
who is unwilling
to give relinquishment
to their own vector
as a particle
orbits coupled
nonexistent grids
and not
existing
does
Samadhi
in stillness
modifications of the mind
cease
each aspect that ever was
merge
as dreams shape the true
nature
full through earth and sky
as one
forged in all directions vanishes
wholly
to become all things
The Chemical Spirit
unexpected beauty comes in gardens, wildflowers
rooted, grown in the chest and bloomed in the head
wild as rolling waves of color moved by wind
washing the stale gray of repetition out
weeds of the mind and heart, their persistent
seeds always shooting roots unexpectedly in
flat rich earth raising the multitudes of hue
with their heavy scents mingled as a whole
swaddling huddled shoulders past cold designed
arrangements -- later found, wrapt in their own fire
the gardeners intent within their plans, their
ordered expectations of all that must be beautiful
bearing the chemicals that castrate all thriving
beyond the tiny bonds carved in green flesh
claiming knowledge of the earth and sky
that only a Mother might, in desperation to win,
forget her children in all diversity must be free
oh tempered sprout, drowned in misuse, where
the powers of God and science merge as defeat
only one small graft of the burning sun remains --
may you breathe, even riddled in atomic brews
which draws the sap away, to sprout one last shoot,
to rise defiant in the richness and hook the sun anew!
Realization
in the open air
being
wrong in our
understanding
is a gift
pointing the way
to see beyond
limitation
a small flame burning
our comfortable dark
to a new
sometimes frightening
yet richer hue
where
the choice remains
as always
to diminish
and become
who is the same
completely new
