We who in the dust of creation have turned strangers,sloping away like glacierfast skiing to the bottom,The gaze of winds no longer keep up with the falling leaves on a cold day,as the empty skies stare in wonderof what became of the two wanders.
I was once alive, breathing the air that brought about love, joy and sense of humor. I remember being alive, and not how it felt to be alive. That memory died, vanished from existence I who has walked the trails of desperation and anger; should find a soul, for mine left when I lost you.… Continue reading MEMORIES OF ESSENCE
A circle surrounds two points, but there are other points surrounding the circle. No one ever crosses the circle afraid of losing the point in the circle. A line connects the circle one that humans can't see, when light is shone on it another point is born on the surface and by placing another form… Continue reading DEATH AND RAINBOW
Even I who have seen God, knows not what he looks like, for there is a path in the wilderness one no man has walked nor gods but the path leads somewhere, not sure from where. A wanderer walks the path, neither he nor she knows what it is but the journey is hard. If… Continue reading FACE OF GOD
There are points of silence circling the heart. They are itself, but facing it. Reclining on its multiple days, not undone at its death, but on terms with her. It is not a writing of silence looking for an eye, nor a God safe outside himself, nor cowardly rain, nor a dog tormented by his… Continue reading POINTS OF SILENCE