Mindfulness

A dark screen, humming with the power of ancient life.
Emptiness, all bated breath. 'What', we wonder 'will this teach us?'
The smell of alcohol swabs drifts back to a childhood memory-
And, there. Blue. Azure-life springs on the screen.
Morphing, moving. Floating like some odd gas in an alien
equilibrium.
Except, I'm cold, and I remember I forgot a jacket.
Blue to red.
I'm still swimming, and tapping my left foot to some song
Trapped in the recesses of consciousness.
A tingle in the right hand. Pulses. Closed. Empty.
And a verdant light show dances to entertain the screen-watcher.
All of these colors, so many things, caught up in one.
Moving and mixing, and remaining different.
I cannot begin to understand.

Sleepless Nights

Turning over to empty spaces in a cold room. Memory, like a cruel trick; Plays scenes and sounds off these dark, empty walls. The shadows of dreams dance to a song That no one quite remembers. But of course, dreams require sleep. Shadows, only the pockets hidden from light. Fingering lengths and wondering, How much do we value life? Weathered hands shaking, trembling. Not ready to catch another fall.

Pause In Motion

Listen - Closed eyes open up a world of sound no eye can imagine. Radio in the other room, laughter I don't understand. Construction and car horns. So much motion, this morning brings. In only moments, the day is a world awake. A turbulent night No longer holds. The morning brings with it, fresh new light. Though we start anew, we bear marks we cannot hide. Lines to a story, awaiting its reprise. Tragedies and joys in the making - the making that makes us beautiful.

So much left unsaid About the daily struggle, The hard-fought, battles. Where nightmare and reality collide. Suppose we could see it coming, If foresight was stronger than Far-sightedness. The calm before disaster; A moment's free-fall before the Inescapable impact. Time to remember. The only memories, what we've forgot. Caught in the silence, Release of energy. Explosions of light, explosions of sound. So many things left unsaid. Her storehouses empty, The exhale of energy, sighs deeply. Dust frenzies, dances, then settles. Suppose we weren't caught in such silence, Could our eyes adjust to the picture, Explosions of life, lay strewn on the ground.

Impact

Images moving forward Motion never ending Bodies orbiting space Never imagining Giants, lost in their journey Forces unforeseen Steady, sturdy, whole Searing through velocity Light on the surface Explosions of lines - found in their journey Tracing their roots Through the time and the space Feeling reality in the breaking And the pain Giant explosions of lines, once lost, join in the impact

Bodies in Motion

Sometimes, for lack of better subconscious material - We don't dream. We simply fall. THE FALL. It always seems so explanatory, "I fell," I think to myself. Naturally, it happens all the time. But how did I fall? And from where? Of course, who ever answers? We simply wake up, suddenly. Jolted awake by an impact imagined. Then we begin walking. A series of measured, controlled Almost-falls, quickly caught by the next. We live that way. We "fall" in love. More of life is spent falling, It would seem, than standing.

Prisoners, ghosts, and images

We never travel alone. Necessity, or Providence; Something bigger has taught us. Though our hearts are hard - Harder than stone. We carry impossible weight. Stepped up to our eyes in earth. The earth we turn to ocean, Filled up with our tears. Polluted by our own hate. I trace the lines across my arm. Ruts as deep as dermis, Down to muscle, blood, and bone. Feeling the weight of eternity, In the presence of momentary harm. But we choose to stay here. Because we cannot see another way. There is nothing so great, Nothing so fine, it seems - As my prison-kingdom of fear. I wonder, do You kiss away tears? Does the crystal ocean move Your heart, In a torrent of compassion Stronger than the grave? Can you hold me, when I am left here?