In the world today There is a yawning But it is not from lack of sleep… Rather, Too many have slept for far too long And are waking to see That the world has changed And that they must adapt to survive. I stepped out into the world today Without ever leaving the house, I … Continue reading In the World Today
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too