Aliens do live
amongst being anyone
who sees differently
than those feeble
fools who constantly
try to shove
what little they
know into boxes
I’m so tired
trying to inflate
the wheezing balloons
of man’s minds
out of breath
I’m just going
to sit now
and watch with
melancholy the very
thing that I
thought might fly
wrinkle and die
Category: Meditation
Clutter
Clutter comes
when invited
and asked
to stay
why should
unneeded things
occupy space
is space
something to
be filled
or is
it a
place where
breath belongs
Relief
A spring starts
finally to unwind
from the depths
of my minds
aquifer through cracks
of quiet clarity
it reaches higher
until at last
it breaks ground
and bubbling up
it trickles down
pooling in peace’s
very own pond
with a sigh
of cleansing relief
Lost
I easily adapt
morph and shift
like sand underfoot
I also pack
down the wadding
of my emotions
into the barrel
of my throat
adjusting and modifying
are useful tools
when navigating life
but also an
easy terrain where
one gets lost
the only antidote
that I’ve learned
is to live
a present life
Attention
The attention
of strangers
means less
than if
you were
standing outside
and leaf
snowflake or
feather landed
upon you
you just
happened to
be at
the place
and at
the moment
