The lizard has lost its manners and is pulling a grumpy scowl across its face
The blue flower strays lackadaisically in the wind
Tall towers stroke the sky
We’ve lost our minds but we haven’t yet lost the universe
A half formed thought streaks across the sky in plaid letters
What do the letters say?
We don’t know.
We’ve lost our language and misplaced all our punctuation.
We flow through abstract sequences, colors bleeding into other colors.
Inanimate objects tell us what to think
Until…
We finally hit our head
feel our own blood run down our forehead
and wake up.
Tag: enlightenment
stillness
stillness halts and lingers
ignoring the fantasy of truth
ignoring the framework of deception
and puts me on my guard
I cancel the stillness with an obscene amount of mental motion
my stillness feels like boredom
so I break its bonds
and think I’ve found freedom
but until stillness can be still
fleeing it only leads to an illusion of freedom
a sticky web of the subconscious
that knows what it wants but keeps forgetting
simple steps
be still everywhere
except your breath
be still-breath-be free
Be free of ugliness
of never ending cyclical motion
let stillness linger
find freedom
Wink
I stood in the dark and winked at myself
twice
I called to you from beyond a brick wall
whispering
Laughing underwater, smelling plastic flowers, and chewing on paper tasteless meat are all common things
Sometimes the truth is there
but we hide from it
and instead
we stand
winking in the dark
The Point
Slogging across dewy fields of tall grass she faltered
searching through mossy swamps
she got lost in the depths
of her own thoughts
She pierced herself on her own pointed arrow
that she spent a good amount of her life staring at and sharpening
with her mind
And she perished this way
And the world kept turning
and the grass continued to grow high
and confuse those who wandered through it
This angered her
how could she not be the key to the grass and the swamp and the arrow
how could she spend her life dedicated to slogging through these fields
and sharpening this arrow
when its point only directed her own path in the end
She was not the solution, she was only her solution
and this sorrowed her
She was missing something big
she had searched for that something big
until she perished and never found it
all the while not seeing that
all she had to do was……
look up.
The grass isn’t meant to be sorted through…its meant to grow
There is no secret in the swamp
The arrow is not the way.
You are part of the path only if you look up
and see that you are not the only one walking it
look to the stars to see this
look to link souls with other beings to learn this
until you learn this
stop sharpening your arrow
and look up.
the goal is not to have one
dreaming without sleeping
faltering she fell
and yet she flew
and landed on a single petal
wind through her hair found
blinders for her eyes
and still she saw waves of madness
through the moonlight
the silence wasn’t really there
but she heard it
with words on the tip of her tongue
never spoken
breeze high
crouch low
see far
and hear nothing
The Rambling Locksmith 