Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece is a guide, a chart to which I refer often to ensure that I am on course, and it seemed natural to revisit it for my daily reading today. I have often felt like I am lost, and, after returning to these words, and comforted to know that, despite the chaos I find … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “A Statement of Purpose”
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
Oh, for the innocence Of the days we left behind I'd gladly give all I have learned For such a peace of mind Oh, for the sense of self The assured inherent truth I'd give all that I have acquired To give it back to you Oh, for the endless hours spent Pursuing life and … Continue reading Oh, For the Innocence
On a cool, misty morning In the early Autumn I can feel the crisp air rushing against my cheek As the world slowly rises around me From its bed of the night before To a day filled with the voices of so many Eager to begin Eager to know what it means to be alive … Continue reading On a Cool, Misty Morning
Even in Absolute darkness The eyes Observe Even in Total and complete silence The ears Listen Even in The absence of logical thinking The mind Ruminates Even in The lonely hours The heart Yearns Even in Periods of immense emptiness The soul Perseveres
Fifteen years Dedicated To only her Waiting anxiously But patiently All senses finely tuned Calculated To perceive The sound of her approach Now in retreat From physical presence But distant not Rather To manifest forevermore In story and memory Every second bound In blissful pairing At your side Or on your grateful lap Never to … Continue reading For Asha
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 