Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Eyes

In the moment of allness
There’s nothing to be said or done
It spins around itself
Pleasure Pain
And sheer strength

I give a world
Your twigs to sprout
You shapeless thing

Are you there before the moment
Have you seen before the eye

Can you fall into my empty hand
That knows of everything
Place and time
Your inside

Monday, April 5, 2010


The way my baby has to ride
To see his way to shore
Goes about to where he is
Settled in existence

Lively alive

That he may twine
His insides out
Astronaut of consciousness

And when he is serene
He’ll be wide awake asleep
Bless this mighty dream
Real in every feeling